#it’s ghost bath season lads

[yeyinde]

"Don't trust me?" "I don't even know you—" His hand lifts, metal fingers spreading lazily as he holds his palm in front of you. A peace offering. The sight of it makes you scoff.  "Fair. For what it's worth, I don't trust you much, either, but—" another inhale of his cigar. His voice is pinched when he speaks, his breath ghosting white with the smoke congealing in his lungs. "We have to make do with what we have, don't we, love?"

》 WARNINGS: allusions to political corruption, mild horror (maybe??), mentions of death and murder; more banter in a pub; Price has a past

》 WORD COUNT: 8K

》 NOTES: This was originally much longer but the second part delves heavily into the mechanics of the world (we FINALLY see MC—I'm not good at creative nicknames—go into the underground/black market and it is like, a Thing!!!!) and it felt like a bit of an overload with soooo much being revealed at once. So, I split them up. More Reader x Price in a pub. Bantering. Because, ummm, I’m so goddamn creative, lads. 

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Makarov's outburst clots in the fibrils of your still reeling mind, replaying in an incessant loop that keeps you up into the early morning hours, unable to sleep. 

Each time you close your eyes, you see the unavoidable truth in blood looming before you. Inner Circle. Inescapable. 

All this time, you'd been under some false assumption that Makarov was the sole lender to whatever medical intervention was needed to bring you back from the clutch of death. It would make things easier. 

People die every day. 

It was the macabre ideal you clung to, digging into the notion until your nails cracked and bled. The only constant in your life that brought some semblance of hope. 

After all, the dead can't collect any debts. 

But a corporate entity can. 

You're pulled out of your reverie when the sound of a news alert fills the silence of your penthouse. The screen flickers to life at the apex of dawn, just when the indigo sky above splits into a varicoloured smear of pastel pink, ochre, and lavender. The looming horizon—sun a hazy flaxen—swallows the tenebrous that gnaws on the skyscape outside of your window. 

The vacuum fills the familiar jingle of your normal routine. A man sits behind a podium. The chyron below warns of a biblical rainstorm approaching, enough—

"—to wash the whole city away," the newscaster jokes as he jogs the stack of papers in front of him. A bead of sweat catches in the flushed light of the newsroom. The implants on his cheekbones flash; the chromatophore upgrade in his sleek skin shifting in a kaleidoscope of colour. "It comes at a good time, though, as reports of sickness are spreading through the medical bays. It must be flu season—," he titters before shifting his attention over to a man on the other half of the screen. 

He wears a black poncho and a wide grin. 

"A flu?" He echoes, the words swallowed by the passersby in the city square. The jumbotrons in the back bath him in a hazy, neon smear. "In this economy?"

They chatter in the background about a sickness spreading through the city, the storm looming closer, Atlas Corporation putting in a series of patents for some big, technological feat of engineering—Four Horseman has some steep competition this year! Atlas is the up-and-coming tech company that has new, innovative ideas and a focus on the environment!

It's the only mention of Four Horsemen Corp.

It doesn't surprise you. 

Money is a powerful tool. Those who weren't already in their back pocket were quickly added, and those who couldn't be paid off were—

Enticed. 

Whatever Anatoly—his primary enforcer—couldn't do, an encrypted file deep in Makarov's secured vault filled the gap. 

The White Horse is a multifaceted venture. On its surface, a luxury club that caters to a specific clientele. Its exclusivity makes it desirable. People fall over themselves just for the chance to enter. The prestige alone from saying, "I've gotten an invitation," is worth more than money in the circle of the upper echelon. It's elusive. Draped in mystique. 

Coveted. 

They want to get in so bad, just for the sole purpose of throwing their weight around and saying they've been, that they don't stop and think about the potential dangers that lurk. 

After all, a club funded by the Inner Circle and owned by Makarov—the White Horse—could hardly be dangerous. 

It's not the club they have to worry about but the man who owns it. The one who has people in high positions of power froth at the mouth for a chance to attend. 

It is impossible to convince a man with millions to risk his neck for someone else. 

But blackmail does the trick. 

From the utter silence of the media regarding this, barring a few fringe sites that are too small to bother with, you'd wager that your hard work was utilised now more than ever before. 

"—pull out your umbrellas, because—"

You reach out, pressing the power key. It clicks off. The hologram darkens to sleek black. 

Your face stares back at you, shaded in tenebrous. Empty. Vacant. Sometimes, you try to piece together what you might have looked like as a child, but all that surfaces is a void. Nothingness. 

It isn't a mental block, but an absence of everything. Anything. A gaping hole. 

You think of the missing man—Alex Keller—and something rotten gnarls between empty ribs. 

Six days. 

Three years. 

You wonder if anyone is still looking for you now. If your face is plastered on the communication poles on some distant planet. If the uncanny likeness of you is whispered in a neighbourhood in Al Mazrah where your family mourns. Or if there is now an empty spot at a dinner table that will never be filled. 

You doubt it. 

Nothing ever appears in the searches. No one ever stops you when you wander down the streets, and belts out an unfamiliar name. The closest you'd come to some sense of recognition was that man. The closest you'd come to thinking finally, finally, someone knew you. 

But he didn't. Doesn't. 

He isn't combing the shady side of down for you, but for Alex. A missing man who's been gone for six days—long enough for the man to tear through the redlight district and force your hand to aid him in finding out where Alex had gone. 

(You wonder if someone fought that hard for you.)

Ugly. Stupid. 

No one is looking. Makarov assured you of this when you asked him. 

You're a nobody, kitten. A stray. I picked you up off the streets and brought you back. You want your family? Well, all you have is me. Ain't that swell, kitten? What more could something like you ever hope for?

Worthless. 

You're caged up like an exotic bird. A toy to be kept on the highest shelf until it's needed. 

A pet. A plaything.

But Makarov's reach is everpresent. His eyes are everywhere.

You can run, and run, and run—

You should know better by now. No one touches what belongs to me. 

—and he'll always find you.

You have this recurring nightmare that started a year into waking up.

Makarov's idea of avoiding the hassle of you constantly asking questions about the unfamiliar world around you was to just preemptively teach you about it all. In a single session.

Despite the hesitation from the man administering the chip that would flood your mind with knowledge of the world, he pushed for it. And really—who is going to stand up to a man who not only pays their bills, but funds a vast majority of the country?

Against all codes of ethics, you were given the chip.

There is no way of describing the pain of suddenly knowing, but it left a mental scar on your psyche, one that is fundamentally irreparable. A bruise that's always there. A sore spot in your mind as it slowly heals itself from the aftermath of information overload.

But in that knowledge, came the awakening of something else.

Something that the man touched on briefly. Your lack of implants. Cybernetics. The flesh on your body is unblemished by technology, save for a small port where your spine meets your skull. It's always been there. You woke up with it.

It is covered by a layer of tissue meant to keep debris from getting in, and most days you forget about it's existence entirely.

Until, of course, days like these.

When you remember a piece of that overwhelming puzzle that was forced into your head. Artificial intelligence. Androids.

Project Sentience.

It's now considered a cruel, awful experiment conducted by the forefathers who founded the technological epoch that bloomed, by many accounts, out of control and transformed life within a few, short decades.

The project was started with good intentions. They meant to mind the gap between the limits of knowledge and erase the blemish of human error. Where they dreamed up the impossible, the AIs were meant to fill in the missing holes in the theorems and puzzles.

Working, together, for a better future.

But there was an unseen flaw.

The sentience wasn't foolproof. The android working with the engineers thought themselves to be exactly what they were: human.

It was then that project commenced in secrecy. They led the androids to believe they were real, flesh and bone, but when the flawed aspect of the human ego (a byproduct of their tweaked code to mimic the behaviours of humans to seem more passably real) led them to declare themselves the greatest engineers of all time, it was then that human engineers made it known what they were.

It wouldn't be so bad, maybe, if they were just confined to the lab. But they weren't. They were meant to be human, and so—

They led human lives. Love, dislike. Heartbreak. Some had gotten married. Some had lobbied against AI agency.

All had thought they were human.

The ripping of the veil was a nasty one.

Their partners were ostracised. Lives ruined. Their agency was taken away from them in fear of an insurgence from the androids who were now feeling the distinctly human emotion of abject horror.

Everything they knew was culled overnight over something so disgustingly simple as human envy.

It was deemed too cruel to continue. Public outcry made it so that any android made with sentience was told they were artificial, and treated as such.

The lawing of this pulled people in different directions. Subservience. Superiority. Purist.

You think of that experiment, and then of the many markers left behind that give someone an advanced understanding of their anti-humanism. The first, naturally, being a lack of noticeable enhancements. Why would something made to be perfect need an upgrade or an implant when they can just be designed with that specific feature?

The second is a sudden awakening into cognisance.

An emptiness. Nothing. And then—

They're awake.

You think of that as you stare at yourself in the mirror, but it passes just as quickly as it came. Your attention was stolen away by flickering light overhead.

They warned of an oncoming storm, didn't they?

It draws your eye, and you watch the light recede in small bursts as it struggles through the power surge of the grid. It's a common sight. Static in the air. The taste of rain.

You've always been more attuned to the change in the weather, almost as if you could feel the building of kinetic energy buzzing across your flesh.

From the prickling goosebumps ghosting over your skin, you know it'll be a bad one. Biblical, they said.

You turn back, mind blank, sluggish. It's weird. All of this is—

The face in the mirror is not your own.

Well. No. No, it is. It's—

You.

But—

Your flesh drips. Raindrops of flesh slide down your cheeks, dripping into the porcelain basin of the sink where it hits the ceramic with a sickening splat.

(Pat, pat, pat—)

It doesn't hurt. You don't feel anything. Nothing, nothing at all—

And you should, shouldn't you? Agony over the slippage of skin falling off of your face in wet flakes until the smooth curve of metal is shown—

Metal.

Your chin dips. A mass breaks away, the ruination of Pangea, and falls into the basin with the rest until sleek gunmetal remains. Wires crossed, connected. You feel—

Nothing. You feel absolutely nothing.

Where terror should brim, you're empty. A vacuum.

(Made in his image.)

You force yourself to reel back, to fling away from the thing staring at you—the thing that can't be you, can't be, can't be, can't be—until you trip. Until you fall to the ground with a thud that you can only hear but not feel.

You know you're sitting down on the solid ground because you can feel the physical weight of gravity pushing against you, and meeting a barrier in the middle. Something stops it from sending you down, down, down.

The floor. Your fingers dig into the marble. The whine of metal across flat, recrystallised limestone meet your ears, but the breaking of your nails causes you no pain. No blood, either. Nothing. The uncapped tips of your carbon fingers leave scratches on the polished surface.

He'll kill you, you think, mechanical and distant. You ruined his floor.

It doesn't hit you the way it should. It doesn't do much of anything.

It feels like you're floating. Suspended. You can't feel the ground, or the floor, or the wall against your back. All that filters in is the knowledge that you are on a stable foundation, and not caught in a free fall.

You catch sight of yourself in the brass handle of the door.

A metal face stares back at you.

You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out.

A blink back into wakefulness, and you're in your bed. The mattress is soft beneath your feverish body, the sheets saturated in your sweat. They cling to your skin, trapping you. You feel the weight of gravity. The solid frame of the bed keeps you up.

Your hands fly to your face, nails scratching against your skin.

—Skin. Skin.

It takes hours to calm down, and days to shake the terror of looking into a mirror.

You sit, huddled in your room, and wonder if maybe all the signs were there.

Sometimes you wish that if Makarov had really, truly, made you from scratch, he would have given you solid gold plates for skin, and diamonds for bones, so at least every pound of flesh would be worth something.

(Worthless.

You are—)

Your loyalty to Makarov is a tenuous thread, one frayed and knotted from the inherent sense of ownership he lays on you. An obligation of recompense for saving your life—something you'd never asked of him. 

And so, it doesn't really feel like much of a surprise when you pull the rim of your hood low over your brow, tug your mask high up the bridge of your nose, and sneak past your guard for the evening to meet him instead. 

The place he picked is known as Industrial City—so aptly named for its abundance of postmodern buildings from somewhere in the mid-to-late twenty-first century. The crumbling ruins of an archaic homage to humanity's progress now sit abandoned in a cluster of rotting steel, cracked concrete, and mouldering asbestos. 

It's a haven for small-time gangs, and at one point, was thought to be the hideout of a notorious Purist leader who tried to sever the dependence on technology, and plunge the world back into a natural darkness. 

(He got as far as snipping a single wire from the Grid before he was detained for terrorism.) 

Bathed in an inky black, and void of the artificial neon smear of lights and LEDs, it looks almost haunting in the indigo gloam. A graveyard of the past. 

There's a prevalent feeling of unwelcomeness simmering low in the air around the abandoned buildings, one that grows ever-potent as you wander past it, and down the overgrown path leading to an old warehouse on the opposite side. 

Tension thickens the air. You feel it clot in your lungs. An uncanny sensation of being watched. Hunted. Your eyes skirt the row of crumbling industrial buildings, peering into the black voids of the smashed windows. Jagged cuts of glass, opaque from a thick layer of dust, grime, and the inevitable decay passage of time brings, gleam in the pale light of the moon suspended in the aether. 

It's dark. Uncannily so. 

The only light illuminating your path is the jaundiced glow of the moon and the buoyant flicker of the shuttles docking on the station. An infinitesimal dot against Tycho's vast, grey dip. Barely enough to make a difference in a place that leaks a palpable sense of unwelcomeness from the tenebrous surrounding you. 

Something shifts in your periphery. Your eyes dart to a third-story window of a vacant building. 

The stark, unfathomable blackness gives nothing away but you still feel the unmistakable sense of something, someone, glaring back into your eyes. Eye contact from the void. 

Your gaze drops to the underbrush. 

The static in the air grazes your skin. You're being watched. Stalked. Hunted. 

In the furze, you make out a depression in the dirt. Oval-shaped. Plain. 

It's a footprint. 

It rained all morning—a small appetiser to the biblical flood they promised: a looming thundercloud inched closer to the city each day—but the print in the wet ground was undisturbed. Fresh.

Above it, you find another. And another. Another. Until it disappears between a bottleneck of the two buildings. 

The path leads you back to the broken window—to the vat of black. 

The mini-gyrojet you stole from Yuri a long time ago sits heavy in the waistband of your trousers. Barely the size of your hand, and certainly less potent, but the laser is just as deadly as its parent. Comforting, almost. 

Your fingers twitch. You stifle the urge to grab it, and force yourself to turn around. Back to the enemy. Stupid. You know better. 

But whatever is looming in the shadows isn't a concern of yours. 

(And maybe, maybe, if they did shoot you in the back, you'd know once and for all what your insides were made of.)

Stupid. 

Nails bite into the soft skin of your palm leaving a crescent indent against your lifeline. The flash of pain, of discomfort, quells the knot in your stomach, the one that curls tight around your organs, and claws its way up your esophagus. Fear. Anxiety. They pollute inside of you with each step through the industrial mausoleum and toward the dilapidated building in the distance. 

An old parking lot sits to your right. The cracked concrete is barely visible under the thick overgrowth that congeals around the space left behind. Nature reclaiming Her land. Against the hazy ochre smear in the distant horizon, slowly being consumed by the vat of indigo that follows swiftly behind it, the tangled vines of emerald green look ethereal in the gloam. 

It's a vivid glimpse into the past when this place meant something to the people who ventured here. Office buildings. A parking lot where archaic vehicles using gasoline to run once sat, wheels on the concrete. Feet on the ground. They wandered to the buildings—just another cog in the machine. 

You wonder sometimes what they would think if they could see the world today. The broken line between fantasy and reality where slipping a chip into their brain stem could create a gap in time, one that lets them wander through any period of history, any memory inside their head. 

They called it virtual reality. 

Another plane of existence they hadn't the technology to exploit fully. A digital dimension that lingered between the layered worlds. 

Some live inside that realm exclusively, refusing to risk themselves in the physical plane where an errant jet could end their lives. 

It's a strange juxtaposition from that to this. Where the graffiti that stains the crumbling ashlar is now considered with reverence to this world as a handprint in a cave was to that one. 

A noise echoes through the vacant lot. The sound of a cut-off shout. Your eyes dart to the left, taking in the sight of two men standing outside of a Burger Town, jostling each other over the last jetbike parked in the charging dock. 

Inside the restaurant, a man leans against the tinted glass, cigarette in his hand, watching the same tousle as you. Under the flickering neon sign, his lips quirk up in amusement when one of the men loses their balance, tumbling to the pavement. 

It's another odd juxtaposition. A rotting graveyard of the past, some buildings salvaged and converted into a strange array of low-brow pubs, and—

Neon lips open, a pink tongue glides over the plump line of red before disappearing into a closed-mouth smile. It repeats. 

—a pseudo redlight district for those who can't afford the rent on the main boardwalk. 

The graffiti on the wall of the building is faded. The paint peeling, and weathered from the passage of elements. But you can still make out the shape of a yellow dick on the wall. 

Bars. Fast-food. Sex. Testosterone. 

The world might be different, but the people certainly aren't. 

You pull your hood down lower over your brow, and quickly keep moving. 

The converted warehouse doesn't have any markings on the outside to identify it as a pub, and you almost miss it until your tracker chimes, indicating your arrival.

Upon first glance, it's just a long, rectangular two-storey building made of chipped burgundy brick and scattered windows, all crusted with grime until it's tinted in a thick, opaque grey. 

You check the map again—just once to be sure—and send off a delayed alert with a timer set to go off an hour from now to Yuri. 

If you don't turn it off before the time runs out, he'll know where to find you.

(Or whatever is left of you.)

Everything about this, in hindsight, is pretty dangerous. Meeting a man who slings accusations at your saviour, and somehow knows about you, about your debt, in a graveyard that reeks of mildew and wet concrete is something people will hear about in passing, and wish you ill in the afterlife for being so stupid. 

But you're here. 

The choice has been made—whether or not it's a smart one has yet to be determined. 

Military. They have power. Influence. However pantomime it might be in the face of overwhelming wealth, it's still something. You thought they were all corrupted by the Inner Circle's clandestine whispers of affluence—sign here, Colonel, and we can give you armour and weapons beyond anything you'd ever seen before (just look the other way while we sell the antis to your enemies—can't let you get too powerful, after all). It seemed like they were. The parade of men and women who congregated at White Horse, or any of the other subsidiaries around the city, the world, was a testament to that. 

But he seems different. 

(And really, you've always had a thing for gruff men who'll disappoint you in the end. 

The heartbreak always tastes sweeter when they're worth something.) 

You glance down at the screen, staring at the timer as if it was your last lifeline, and hope, desperately, that you have. 

Your finger lifts. The screen fades to black. The white emblem of Four Horsemen Corp., gazes, almost accusatory, back at you. 

(If anything, Makarov will kill you before the man has any chance of breaking your heart.)

Turning back now is forfeiture, weakness. 

And you'd rather not walk through the graveyard again.

The door is made of rusted metal, and whines loud enough to echo through the barren landscape when you push it against the hinges. Muted gold leaks through the crack, spilling out onto the dirty pavement below your feet. Light catches on the motes dancing in the beam, and cuts through the murk of the falling night. 

Inside, you hear the fading tune of an old song playing out its last chorus. The scrape of a mug being pulled across wood. A low murmur. And nothing else. 

The normalcy of everything so far—or as normal as a strange retro pub in the middle of a mouldering neighbourhood could be—goes against the theatrics Makarov likes to pull, and you know from that alone that if this was somehow a trap, it wasn't his design. 

Anatoly would be jeering at you from the very top of Makarov's tower, fingers pushing against your shoulders until you were forced further back with each question you didn't answer. All the way to the ledge, where Makarov would intervene—always wanting to play the part of a saviour—and spare you. 

Just answer me this, kitten, and I'll put an end to it all. 

But the moment you opened your big, stupid mouth and gave him what you wanted, he'd begin monologuing by the sidelines, pacing as he speaks, until—

Well. We can't all be heroes. Sometimes, we need to be knocked down a peg. Anatoly would move closer, oblivious to your pleading demands for leniency, and Makarov would smile, sharp and shark-like, and say, as if it pained him: or a few stories. 

And you'd fall. Three hundred floors to your death. 

By the time you hit the pavement, you'd be a wet puddle of mush. Unidentifiable. They'd ensure it by removing your identity chip, and anything else that would give the mess of your remains a name. 

You've seen it play out enough times to know how it goes. The script might bend to fit the needs of the accused, but the plot was always the same. 

Theatrical. Dramatic. 

Your fingers curl into fists by your side, and find some solace in the fact that a two-floor drop probably won't kill you. 

This is survivable as long as you're useful. 

A new mantra is craved in the recesses of your mind. Useful. Useful. 

You repeat it to yourself as you pull the door open wider, glancing in the room warily. Hesitant. 

Whatever you expected, this wasn't it. 

It's normal. Archaic in design. 

Lanterns are strung across the rafters crisscrossing the ceiling, bathing the small room in a muted gold. It complements the raw topaz colour of the wooden decor inside—herringbone floors, shiplap-covered walls, dark spruce tables and benches—and something about it all feels almost homey. Comfortable. 

The size and cut of it err into intimacy or claustrophobia, and you wonder if that's why he picked it. 

On the opposite side of the entrance is a dark hallway. A flickering exit sign glows softly in the gloom. Two darker doorways branch off on either side of the back door. Washrooms. You can vaguely make out the light spilling from the insignia etched into the wood. 

It's flush against the rightmost wall where a series of old photographs sit, crookedly, on the panels. The images are too faded, jaundiced from time, for you to make out the shapes, but they all look human. Humanity from a bygone era. You catch sight of an old aeroplane, the vessel barely longer than the height of the man standing in front of the large propellers. 

The rest of them are of people standing together near old landmarks that no longer exist. 

Metals line the interior of one, kept guarded behind a new protective seal. They shine in the soft glow, and the label beneath reads: chest candy. 

These are personal photos. Family heirlooms. Staring at them, struggling to make out the full shapes of the children, the men, and the women, standing around and smiling happily make you feel a touch voyeuristic.  Gazing into a tomb not meant for your eyes. 

You pull away from the wall, glancing at the one that sections off the washrooms from the main room. It, too, is decorated in photographs, but these ones are less personal. Images of long-gone celebrities. Artistic renditions of landscapes that evolved over the last centuries into something new, something different. 

The theme of the wall is aerial. You make out old etchings of aircraft in all sizes. Commemorative pieces. Militaristic in its design. 

Three booths sit flush against the wall, all made of dark wood, and each seat empty. 

Against the leftmost wall is the bar itself, separated from the seating area by a long, oak countertop with six bar stools pushed up close. A mug sits, half-empty, in front of one. An empty glass in front of the other beside it. An ashtray in the middle of the two seats, filled with cigarette butts. One still burns away, wheedling down to a snubbed point. 

The wall is lined with bottles. A tap behind it. At the end is another doorway which must lead to the back area. The sign above says employees only. 

Near the only window in the room is where you find a solitary table with three chairs. In the seat facing you, back angled between the cut of the walls, shoulder turned to the bar, is where you find the man. Watching you. 

A glass rests in front of him, half-empty. A burning cigar in an ashtray curls wisps of smoke over his face. 

The implant in his eye glows sapphire blue, expanding as he reads the information in front of him. The other is darkened under the flushed light, almost black. Gazing right at you. 

It's a contrast that makes you shiver. 

"Made the right choice then," he says, words low as he lets them fade under the steady cadence of the song playing somewhere in the back of the bar. 

It isn't much of a perfunctory greeting, but you take the opening all the same, and make your way toward him.

"That's yet to be determined."

"You're still here." 

The wood is warm under your palms when you press them against the grain, shuffling into the bench across from him. Warm, and sticky. 

You peel your fingers off, glancing at them warily. "Not much of a choice, though—" your eyes find him, narrowing into slits when he snorts, shaking his head at the disgust in your gaze. "What's so funny?" 

He huffs and the blue light flickers out, fading into dark blue. "You," he offers as if it was obvious. The condescension bleeds from his lips when he speaks, and leaks into his clear eyes when you fold your hands into your lap. "Not the kinda place Makarov normally takes you, hmm? Ain't you spoiled."

"Makarov doesn't take me anywhere." 

"That so? What? You his dirty little secret?" 

Your brow furrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Nothin', love. Nothin' at all." 

He's baiting you. The condescending draw of his voice, thick with derision, sets your teeth on edge, and makes the knots in your stomach tighten. 

"Look," you start, sticky fists cleaned tight in your lap, irritating the indents in your flesh from earlier. It's enough to ground you. "I didn't come here for games. This is my head on the line, and—"

"Mine, too." 

You scoff. "You started this." 

"And it's my men who are out there, yeah?" 

He leans forward slowly, the wrinkles in his brow deepening under the hazy glow until all you see is darkness cascading over a rucked canyon. Anger pinches at the corner of his eyes, the near snarl of his mouth. 

He'd go for the jugular, you think. Sink his teeth into your flesh until a pound is ripped out, reaping his dues. 

You wonder if his fury is as animalistic as the teeth he bares in anger, in warning.

"Gettin' injured, killed. Goin' missin'. Fighting a battle your men are waging." 

"Makarov isn't waging anything. You don't know much about him, do you? The only thing he cares about is his stocks and his public image. Whatever you think he's doing, or he's behind, I can assure you—he isn't." 

"You sound certain. What, hmm? Ain't the kinda pillow talk he likes to indulge in?"

"Pillow talk?" His words make you reel back until you're flushed against the chair, eyes widening. "I think there's a massive misunderstanding here."

He says nothing, merely opting to reach for his forgotten glass of scotch and dwindling cigar. 

Pillow talk. "You think me and Makarov are—? No. No! That's—" you fight a shiver of disgust, knuckles digging into your thighs. "No. Makarov wouldn't—it's not like that. He's—"

"He's what?" He implores, resting his elbow on the countertop, cigar dangling dangerously between his lax fingers. The look in his eye is sharp, keen. 

"He's my—" 

You bite your tongue suddenly, stopping the familiar words from slipping out. It's the response you give when people ask what you are to Makarov—why he keeps you around on such a short leash. 

My saviour.

The words have different connotations inside Makarov's sprawling skyline palace. Where his guards simply nod, in understanding, and accept your words as is, because he, too, is theirs as well. A common ground where nothing else needs to be explained as one word covers everything. 

You won't find that here. Not with him. And maybe, maybe, some part of you is shying away in shame over the word. Saviour. You sound like the zealots running around proclaiming they heard god whispering to them in the grid, and felt Its holy touch when they plugged something in. 

Electric, they say, reverently. Our saviour is stuck inside the machine—!

(You wonder, now, if Makarov chose that particular word on purpose, and know, immediately, that he did.)

"I owe him money. Why wouldn't he keep me around with such a staggering debt?" 

Bringing it up gives you the opportunity you need to shift the conversation away from the game of Messiah and Disciples Makarov likes to play, and you knot your trembling fingers together tightly in your lap. 

"Speaking of—" you huff, gaze fixed on him. Taking everything in. You might not have the same implant that he does, one that allows him access to the net in an instant, and feeds it right to his cerebrum, but you've always been good at reading people. Catching their tells. "Makarov isn't the one my debt is owed to. It's the Inner Circle. Still think you can erase it?" 

He hesitates. Briefly, almost indecipherably, but you catch the dip of his cigar when his body tenses, fingers tightening too quickly on the stem. It twitches only once before he steadies it. His eyes cut to yours, impassive and unreadable, as he takes in the information you just offered. 

The Inner Circle banking division was notorious for having contracts upon contracts to avoid buyouts without some hefty fee attached to make up for the lost interest. 

It's a roadblock. Almost everyone you've met so far, ones with idealistic dreams of stealing you away from the clutch of Makarov, bulked at the number alone. This, this new piece of information, was bound to make him flee. Cut ties. Run. 

Another hero with too much on his shoulders to bear another burden, leaving you behind to rot. 

Tough luck, kid, one of them said after a three-week-long courting period that left you feeling moon swept and dizzy. Wide-eyed and jejune. Naïve little kitten, Makarov taunted the morning after you found yourself alone on the dock, bags packed, waiting for a man who'd never show. But Makarov met you there. Yuri, with sorrowful eyes, took the bags gently from your trembling hands, downcast as he murmured in your ear, you'll be okay, kitten.

Anatoly's biting laughter haunted you for months. Christ, he howled. You really thought there was a man on earth more powerful than Makarov? Damn, he swindled you good, dumbass. Was he at least a good fuck? I'd be so goddamn pissed if this happened to me and the idiot was lousy in bed. 

But it was Makarov's palm against your cheek that broke you the most. The icy eyes never softened despite the coo of sympathy in his voice. 

It hurts, doesn't it, kitten? Who knows if this is your first heartbreak, but I'm sure it feels like it is, doesn't it? Ahhh, You should know better by now. No one touches what belongs to me. 

"Now about this betrayal…" 

He had you locked in your flat for months, and everything iota of your time monitored in some capacity. The leash was shortened. The collar tightened. 

The punishment for your betrayal came weeks after, when a package arrived at your flat. A golden box weighed down with precious gems and metals. 

A holographic card popped up when you opened the package, hands shaking around the heavy box. 

Makarov's voice flooded the room. What's more precious than gold and diamonds? The latch on the box clicked. You lifted the lid. At first, it didn't make sense. Your mind blanked, wiped, as you struggled to figure out what it was you were staring at. 

A heart, kitten. His heart.

Then—

Horror. Stomach-churn terror.

Your hands snapped back, and the box dropped to the floor as mocking laughter met your ears, static and faded over the recording. 

The still-beating heart tumbled out, connected to an array of small wires that kept it alive without a host. Without—

Your hand pressed against your lips as you fought the bile rising from your throat. 

Betray me again, he said, and I'll make you cut it out next time. 

You stare at the man across from you and know that the wishfulness inside of you will soften his flaws, blur his lies until anything he says just sounds right. A dangerous precipice. The yearning knotting around your mouldering ribcage is hungry. Wanting. 

He'll ruin you. And you'll be forced to ruin him. To carve his heart out as Makarov keeps him alive the whole time. The last thing he'll ever see would be you holding his still-beating heart before Makarov makes you crush it between your trembling, bloodied fingers. 

The image surfaces—horrific, garish, gut-wrenching—and you wish you were a little more jaded, a little less idealistic, to have that alone snuff the last vestiges of hope from your rotting heart. 

"Doesn't change anything," he grouses, and then brings the glass to his lips. He downs the scotch in two swallows, and you can't pull your wide eyes away from the way his throat bobs, and stretches, as he tilts his head back. 

When he's finished, he huffs. The glass hits the countertop with a clang that seems to shake something inside of you. 

"They're all rotten," he snarls, words a rough rasp that makes you shiver. "All of 'em. Rotten to the fuckin' core."

The corruption never surprised you. Maybe the exposure to it all, feeding Makarov the names of the politicians and diplomats that wanderers through the club's door numbed you to it all, but seeing his visceral disgust over it makes something swell inside of you. 

He's not too different from the heroes you've met, the ones you read about, but where they cut their anger into pieces of understanding and compassion, he wields his like a claymore. A battle-ready man brimming with a fury that leaks from his marrow and into the icy blue of his steel gaze. 

He doesn't give you kind smiles or false promises. No, he gives you third-degree burns on your flesh from the molten heat of his rage. 

"Who are you?" You demand, the words slipping out before you can chomp them down. "And why do you think I can help you?"

It doesn't make sense, not really. 

The look he levels at you knocks the air from your lungs. 

Fear curls in your gut. Wariness. The urge to flee wells, and you just barely manage to push it down. 

"I told you already, didn't I?" He leans closer, drawing the cigar to his lips. "Heard about you, 'bout your debt." 

"Yeah, and you thought I was Makarov's—lover—;" the word nearly makes you recoil. "But I'm not. He tells me nothing. Still so certain I can help?" 

He takes a drag of the cigar, the tip burning through the dim interior of the empty pub. His eyes never waver from yours, but you know that this piece of information must, in some way, change things. He sought you out specifically because of your assumed relationship with Makarov. The precariousness of your debt has doubled into not just an inconvenience, but a legal issue with extra fees added. 

You're more trouble than whatever you might be able to weasel out of Makarov. 

More trouble than your worth. 

The smoke curls in front of him like a hazy shroud of white. The light catches the indent in his cheekbone, and down the side of his face where his implant sits, humming with kinetic energy even while unlit. 

Without the beanie on his head, you can make out more of the circular insignia on his temple, but the crest is unfamiliar to you. Unknown. You've never seen it before, and that unnerves you. 

You know all the clubs, the crests, the gangs that roam the streets. From the upper echelon of the Shepherd family to the 54 Immortals seizing the power gap left behind by the fall of Brakov in a neighbouring country. It comes with knowing the underground. With making friends in the shadows. 

But this one escapes you. 

He shifts, moving the cigar from his lips. A waterfall of smoke rumbles from his mouth when he breathes out. 

"Yes," he says, pinched from lingering smoke in his lungs. "I do."

"How?"

"Told you, love. Heard 'bout you—from many sources."

The back of your neck prickles under his reproachful stare. Something in those cerulean depths makes you tense. 

"From who?" 

His metal knuckles clink against the glass when he nudges it out of the way, resting his forearm down on the wood, bringing himself closer to you. With your spine flush against the back of the chair, there is nowhere to run. It hits you, then, when he draws himself into the scant space separating the two of you, angling himself until he takes up the entirety of your periphery, that this was intentional. 

Of course, it was. Of course. 

"Oh, from lot's a'people a lil' thing like you shouldn't be hangin' around." Despite the derision in his voice, his brows lift, arching high until his forehead wrinkles, and you catch something that seems almost impressed when he dips his chin, staring at you from down his nose. "You get places most can't. That's useful."

"Useful enough to wipe a debt? How do I know you're good for it, and this isn't some scam?" 

"You don't," he answers simply, and something snaps inside you. 

"Are you joking—? Do you have any idea what Makarov will do to me, and you can't even give me some—"

"Like I told you, I know people in high places." He shrugs like it's nothing. Like it isn't your life in balance. "They want to remain anonymous, but can settle your debt." 

"How?" 

"Don't trust me?"

"I don't even know you—"

His hand lifts, metal fingers spreading lazily as he holds his palm in front of you. A peace offering. The sight of it makes you scoff. 

"Fair. For what it's worth, I don't trust you much, either, but—" another inhale of his cigar. His voice is pinched when he speaks, his breath ghosting white with the smoke congealing in his lungs. "We have to make do with what we have, don't we?"

It isn't fair. It isn't right. A part of you wants to rebel, to grab the cigar and crush it under the heel of your palm. The anger wells inside of you, white-hot and aching, and brings with it the strong urge to scream yourself hoarse. 

You believed him—if only for a moment, for a single second, but it was long enough for the vestiges of hope to claw their way up the prison you kept it in, and leak back into your marrow. A pollutant that wrecks you viciously. 

But—

Maybe you expected this. It doesn't sting as much as you thought it would. He's never really committed, and said—

"But," he continues, and you wish he would shut up, shut up, shut up, shut—

"I promise it'll go away once we're done, yeah?" 

Fuck. 

Your voice wobbles when you speak, soundly dangerously thick, and wet. You peer up at him and wish with everything inside of you, there wasn't a thin veil of tears gathering across your lash line. Weak. You haven't cried in two years—

(You look so cute when you cry, kitten—)

"You promise, huh?"

He lifts his hand to his temple and taps his index and middle finger against the strange insignia implanted there. The hard metal of the crest meeting the soft polymer cover of his fingertips makes a muted thud not at all dissimilar to your beating heart. 

"On my family name, I swear it." 

Why—

To go so far for someone he barely knows, and doesn't trust—

And then it clicks. It isn't about you at all, but some personal vendetta, a promise to himself, that he'll accomplish what he sets out to do, and so, making this little oath with an outsider, the pet of the enemy, is nothing to him. It's performative as much as it is sincere, and the warring contrast makes your chest ache, and heat bloom under your skin. 

"You—;" you start, but stop yourself. 

He's not at all unlike the heroes you've read about in fantastical stories or the ones you'd met. The one whose heart you held in your trembling fingers as it slowly stopped pulsing in the palm of your hand. Whose blood you scoured from your skin until it was raw. 

But where they offered a smile at the end of the promise they swore they'd keep, he frowns. 

He doesn't strike you as the type of man to go out of his way to make others feel better. He believes in himself, and his prowess, and speaks about that in clipped, gruff declarations that are not meant to sway, but reinforce what he knows. 

He will win. This isn't a question or a belief, but a statement. A truism. 

Hope surges. The levee cracks. 

"Who are you?" You ask, dazed. 

The man who cupped your cheek, and whispered to you about escaping the clutches of this festering city, of going so far away, that grasping hands could never reach you, and greedy fingers would never again touch your flesh, didn't fill you with this same sense of awe, of pure belief in the words he said. But this man, this man, makes you feel like anything is possible. Hope blooms, brims bright inside of your chest like an inflating balloon drifting up to the heavens—

His mental hand splays flat over the table. "Names John Price."

The man sitting across from you is someone you know. 

It makes sense, then. The insignia on his temple is the Price family emblem—a conglomerate in its own right, mostly composed of military men with staunch, unflinching moral codes. The incorruptible. The untouchables. 

They were the ones who led the counterattack on the coup that changed the political landscape from the Feudalistic tyranny of the past, to—

Well. It was meant to be free reign, or maybe democratic, but the technological boom a few years after the liberation from the iron fist made little things slip by as the world was suddenly painted a lovely shade of roseate. Why worry about mega corporations becoming richer than most of the governmental bodies, and countries, when they made this new piece of cybernetics that let you see like a hawk, that introduced a new colour spectrum to the general public, when sickness, injury, and even death itself came something that could be bartered over for the right price. 

The things that they let slip stacked up. It piled higher and higher until the free future the Price family, among others—Laswell, Shepherd, Walker, MacTavish—foresaw was smothered out in favour of the blatant mega capitalism that rules. 

It might not be with an iron fist, but it is with a monetary chokehold that always seems to get tighter. 

Their legacy is one founded on a strong moral core that is unbendable. 

It makes sense why you didn't recognise the emblem at first. 

The last of their pristine lineage—tarnished.

The man responsible for the power gap left behind by Brakov. The one who threatens his superiors, and uses brute force to get his way. John Price—the one who gave into temptation and was ousted from his family, and from the military, for taking bribes from people in low places. A man who'd side with anyone—for the right price. 

Political turmoil and espionage must run in the family, then, as you somehow find yourself sitting across from the man implicated in a failed coup. One that resulted in the collapse of Urzikstan.

John Price. 

Disgraced former captain. Rotten to his core. There's a graveyard filled with people who died because of his choices; a massacre that made headlines just a few months before you woke up. A man you know by sordid, rotten reputation alone, who somehow escaped condemnation for the people he indirectly (and, by many accounts, directly) killed. 

John Price. Swindler. Scoundrel. Swine. 

"John Price?" You echo, numbed. "The John Price?"

He leans back in the chair, posture relaxed, at ease, as if this wasn't a massive reveal. As if he wasn't a war criminal who was exonerated because of those friends in high places he so casually mentioned before. 

"So," he rasps, pulling his cigar back to his lips. Despite the ease in his mien, his eyes tighten. A cobra ready to strike. "You've heard of me." 

(—it blooms, and then all at once, it bursts.)

Nothing says cyberpunk like a morally ambiguous character.

[lostvalkyrie]

I was tagged by @the-gall0ws. Tagging @dolly-macabre for funsies!

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag other blogs! I want to get to know the lads around here. If you don't wanna do the thing it's okay I ain't your dad lmao 

1. In the first grade, I won a contest where you had to pick out a name for a clown. The clown's name was Tutti Fruitti, but I don't remember what the prize was for naming him.

2. If you put the word "unicorn" in the name of a product of some type, like a unicorn cupcake, bath bomb, or what have you, I will buy it immediately.

3. I used to live in an old house that had supremely good vibes. It was kind of like it was benevolently haunted. I had a dream about the old man who built the house in the 40s; he wanted to know why the hell there was a hole in the ceiling of the bedroom (roof leak). When I explained it, he was happy to know that I was fixing it up. Later on, I made a comment about wanting to put lilies of the valley in a shady part of the yard, only for a few to spontaneously appear there the next spring. Thanks, ghost gardener! 👀

4. I binge watched the whole first season of Metalocalypse about a year after it came out, after some rough mental health stuff. 🙃 Laughing at that dumb show and subsequently reading all of the homoskeksual fanfictions greatly improved my quality of life, as ridiculous as that sounds. And yes, I am An Old.

5. I live near Detroit and I kind of love it. Favorite places - the art museum, Sugar House, Castalia.

6. There are at least 1000 photos of my damn cats on my phone. Here, have one. Their names are Odin and Thor. Odin is the catloaf. 🍞

7. If you look in my bedroom, you will find a large wooden box filled with way too many little bottles of perfume oil. I don't douse myself in them or anything, I just have a stupid number of different kinds. Mainly from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. 👀 Favorite notes - lavender, tonka, vanilla, milk/cream notes, honey, cardamom, small doses of patchouli, opoponax, galbanum, smoky notes, stuff that just straight up smells like candy. Not all at the same time, haha. 

8. My best friend died last year and I find myself telling people small anecdotes about her as if she were still here. They never knew her, so it feels harmless? Kind of odd though?

9. If I could be anything, I would be a fluffy cat who lives in a used bookstore.

10. My current commute to work is two hours and 40 minutes round trip. It's not even an especially high paying job that I love or anything lolol I was just beyond burnt out in my last job and took the first way out that presented itself. I'm fucking terrified to ever have a gap in my resume, so here I am. 🙃

[dresmire]

Oct. 5

I was Death and she, the ever radiant Maiden.

Rot and resplendence.

[80slingard-blog]

dating eric includes -

long walks at night, usually ending up with the dog as he tugs you along the forest path. and it’d be so dark and he’s snuggling you into him, using his phone for the torch light as you giggle about stupid ghost stories

cooking together on his days off: a recipe book folded out on the counter top as he reads the instructions carefully, chuckling as you add one too many spoonfuls of salt into the sauce

spooning you in the night with his chest pressed against your back as he traces random patterns onto your bare stomach

adopting a dog together and he’s bringing it back one day after training and you’re completely besotted with the new dog and eric

“i’ll be back soon baby, please don’t cry”

waking up to random bunches of flowers at the door with cute little cards saying how much he’s thinking of you whilst he’s in a different city for upcoming matches

passionate sex when he’s back from his short break, your hands needy and desperate as he slips inside of you. and his hips are snapping against yours as he stretches you out completely, stroking your hair to make sure you’re okay

him sending you links to a playlist he made for you on the coach and you don’t know whether to cry out of happiness or sadness as you listen through the songs

slow dancing in the kitchen, slipping everywhere because your socks have no grip and he’s clutching onto you

pressing kisses to your forehead whilst cuddling

stupid romantic movies at all hours in the night because neither of you can sleep and he’s wrapping you in a blanket whilst folding his legs across you

“is that my shirt? again?”

morning sex when it’s just the two of you, your moans and the sunlight as it streams through the window, dancing across his back as he whimpers at how tight you feel around him

running you baths whenever you’re stressed or feeling a little down. and he’s buying you special oils and rose petals, scattering lavender salts into the water as he lights candles for you

cuddling at his parents as they coo and awe over you both, complimenting you at every given chance as his dad pats him on the back encouragingly

unofficially proposing to you at any given chance. usually when you’ve just finished fucking and he rolls over to you, eyes full of happiness as he mumbles how he promises to marry you one day

needy kisses in the kitchen when you’ve got guests round and he’s tugging at your clothes, desperate to try and get some skin-to-skin contact but you shake your head, not wanting anyone to catch on what you’re up to as you plant a lasting kiss on his lips before sauntering off to keep the guests company

doing the lap of the pitch after the season with him, waving and taking photo’s of him and the fans as everyone cheers you on

“no we’re not watching another horror movie”

date nights every week. and he’s whisking you off all across the country for an evening away by the seaside because he knows how much you adore beaches, or him taking you to the fancy restaurant just outside of town which consists of him laughing throughout the whole night and staring intently at how pretty you look

calling you ever lovable name under the sun: love, angel, baby, babe, sunshine

lying in bed together in the morning before having to get up, the silence comfortable as you drag a finger up his chest as he struggles to keep his eyes open

you picking him up after he’s gone out with a couple of the england lads and you’re driving back with him in the passenger seat. and he’s drunkenly flirting with you, asking for your name and number as he whoops when you drag him inside

[airoasis]

"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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when you are going to do something satisfactory I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you now not hear what he’s announcing about his heart you realize it’s simply instantaneous directors price come on all people let’s all have a massive lads night in a coronary heart assault that is rare adequate nowadays there were obviously numerous prayers set for sincerely we are not able to appear at the aliens google obvious neither speaking but that love attack no they wouldn’t Bishop loti best go girl we aren’t observing alien anyway again to faith he’s going to insist not our first precedence but speak up fight again in opposition to a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you’re really spoiling mrs.Doyle all proper Bishop i’m sorry you have been saying oh yes I was once saying we must fight again towards the media however we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle could you get father Hackett for us now most likely father I ought to say mrs. Doyle they keep you on your feet my housekeeper isn’t the best i’m afraid many times I consider that it’s me that will have to be in actual fact G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been looking ahead to your visit have not you father yes Bishop O’Neill speak it oh yes that is Bishop fax yes that is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at then you father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i’m watching forward to discussing the social effects of one of the vital church’s pondering as involving issues of personal morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto sure I let’s for Jews would just right factor father sure that is what we’d like a optimistic attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a priceless contribution over the following few days oh sure Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by means of the grace of God bring treatment to all who cross within a radius of two and a 1/2 to 3 toes of this at your discretion and may just all who’re healed in such a approach provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this classification to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the portray your father will meet up with the others within the white yes I noticed it to your confident perspective different so many people are cynical about such matters that you may hardly to open the newspaper these days without studying some today’s and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it seems that early will go down the world of fine I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i will write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the devout life as your religion ever confirmed pay attention hear involved about any doubts you could have been having about any features of notion something like that good in all the method God made us all right and he is watching down at us from heaven and the whole lot huh huh and then his son got here down and saved each person and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little of drawback with the heat laughs assault when you come face-to-face with dying it makes you believe about things I saw that film just lately Apollo 14 reminded me of my own brush with loss of life are you aware what I imply you mean you have been in space when you had your coronary heart attack no how might I be in area sorry no I feel no longer no I Ament i know what it’s wish to be nearly dying yes gracefully i will use the old k so i’ll try this I see all Cheers check the air so if God has existed perpetually you understand what did he do in his spare time like before he made the earth and the whole thing you recognize good we all have to what about when you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all proper now nevertheless it wasn’t again then I mean that the men and women who ate meat on Fridays back then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it’s man she’s not bothering you with it no no it is just magic oh there you’re i’m hoping you had a exceptional gesture oh it was excellent I feel I read some very interesting conclusions Oh about what precisely good it’s nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this very little proof blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof wherever nothing aliens now there may be some thing that would simply be possible everlasting life large demons sticking pink-sizzling pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the entire faith factor I just don’t buy it i have been suffering from my moral sense for a while now however father McGuire was once the first man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you ever been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has wisdom far past his 12 months thanks very a lot fast it can be Bishop Jordan I suppose he is useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that’s the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you definite you want and don’t forget a resolution no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for 2 months with just a few friends ah there they are see you again then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a category-2 after they m god bless when clear La tache

[batterymonster2021]

"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

God i am no longer studying that book anymore it’s very horrifying all together Ted Ted sure what did you ever see a ghost when doogal i’m going to let you know anything happened to me once it was once years ago I staying with my best-aunt at her condo in Connemara she’s gigantic apartment miles from at any place it appears during the excellent Famine a cruel landlord and his lovely daughter used to reside there story is that he forbade a dog from hiring a younger soldier broke her coronary heart and in her despair she hung herself in her bed room the room that I was once standing remembers I see Nick by using season 10 and strictly off season instantly I heard a strange creaking noise from the fireplace one of the vital ghosts no so no I’ve by no means seen a ghost I noticed one really yeah it used to be a person all dressed in black and i got here down one night time for a tumbler of milk and he used to be simply sitting there in front of the television just there correct it was bizarre and you know you’re the unusual type of gray hair although he wasn’t very historic Gilbert Dubin would this had been neon rice that’s a door that is working okay damaged again perhaps simplest works from my head is in it k we must call the plumber no no I proposal to get them worried and the opposite be too embarrassed to inform them how I broke it within the first situation you understand looking to supply it an extra hard flush well slim Ted I need to say it used to be high-quality for me it was a good robust flooring house I used to be considering extra about chat you comprehend it’s like when he is concerned you want to get that stuff away as rapid this thing could be for us to flush it right here and have it pop up someplace in Sierra Leone proper there head aha aha I notion jacket stash some thing in here ok let’s are attempting it now flip bloody hell good news head very very dangerous news the holy stone of town report they will improve it to a class 2 relic no it is now not nice it method to be sending over a number of bitches to do a ceremony and you recognize what they are like we will need to be on our quality behavior I taught them some thing up with the holy stone o.K. Wasn’t someone cured there no someone was lured there honey short and then these fellas began to beat him with the sticks and all that with it yeah the holy stone looks even holier than we notion Clapton whatever to do with that fella from England final 12 months he touched her and he grew a beard weird that’ll be close to adequate to upgrade us here classification 1 or class will probably be very rare do girls that would be bringing men and women back to life time-journey cloning dinosaurs what essentially the most thousands of relics all over the world how do they understand which ones to do good there is all these things they have to think in regards to the historical past of the Renick what number of miracles may also be attributed to us all sorts of concerns go into a choice like that what concerning the holy stone of carmakers I under no circumstances come on Tate Europe it is going to never happen good it is happening they’re surely coming all proper Jeff so who cares anyway I imply they arrive in strip down the wallpaper the fumigate the position and they’re gone what’s so bad about that doodles their bishops all right yeah what is this confusion you’ve got about bishops do you simply have an understanding of what they surely do looking to do a fumigating condo there something like that in any respect have you received – Tommy anyways head let’s play a sport get your intellect off it Chester buckaroos virtually i would not intellect a sport of the old Chester day me sir particularly oh no best joking Ted provided that you are able for a good thrashing Dougal you can by no means sincerely beat me ever alright jack still a poker ooh the sport of kings I notion the is not going to be so unhealthy the industry we will have a seem round and spot there were big day-to-day perish and go away nothing to worry about at dwelling some ceremony’s on Thursday they usually’re arriving the next day to come now doogal that is significant listen to me alright very well head these bishops are very foremost I stay round you all the time simply in case so you do not say some thing to them that you are now not supposed to claim to them oh like what like what he mentioned to bishop Lindsey when he requested me the place I was when Kennedy was once shot oh yeah I mean you overreacted moderately there he wasn’t accusing me of something all proper so did do you know any of the bishops who’re long-established I mean what are the like bishop fax is an effective historical pal of dad Larry DOS i will try to reach Larry on his cell he’s obtained a brand new one with an extra loud bleep God Almighty why does he have a mobile if he under no circumstances picks it up after which we’ve got the main issue with Jack could not we just disguise him for a few days no they’d hear me shouting Gary maybe we might train Jack to assert something apart from drink have an impact on our ladies likes love it’s a job in that lifestyles or two years ago Duggal father Jack may be unhealthy but he’s not a canine here he’s now he mostly wants to go out wait perhaps we would train him to claim one or two things nothing too certain a number of all appropriate sentences like that would be an ecumenical matter sure I can’t feel of any religious question that can’t be answered through that what I at all times say when persons ask me questions it is a nice factor about Catholicism it’s so vague and no person particularly is aware of what it can be all about I suppose it could work Google’s I know it’ll work it will work it is not going to work when its head don’t know so we have got to are attempting proper father now we will have a little elocution classes drink father you cannot be saying that at all times when the bishops come here thanks continually comfortable that either it Geron the daddy simply simply go back to a drink for the second fine correct now i would like you to have a appear at this have a go together with the first one here – proper no no – drink now come on father awareness that vent the strings the strings the unusual bass bass bass bass bass bass bass now come on Oh father i do know you can do the veena – consuming it for you to do it drink yes I promise now come on are trying once more that proper no no Paul the practically had it that is quality carry it trouble to keep it going here and the subsequent come again would ya toys that you left the cooker on okay father i’m going to be there right father the whole lot’s ready there’s a significant school steaming away and i’ve organized a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking up three bishops unexpectedly can’t wait proper you realize father I consider this is going to be the finest moment of my profession it can be practically as if my entire lifetime of leading off two exceptional females’s going omit is completed i’m over here so you might be father this is doing just right have you ever bought your contacts in no a canine ran off with them I inspiration I get away with that I consider i’ll need to put on the glasses they don’t like wearing them father I suppose they make me appear like a pissed off historic egg all I can’t imagine that I assume they seem obviously well no no no it can be only a horrifying movie I was thinking in the market pleasant quite greenish whele that is significantly better and that i just go and verify on the tv so father hmm father i have certainly no suggestion where the door is so overlook head and Google at Google they’re right here sorry about that fishbone Elia you have been announcing sure quite simple ceremony we just need slightly incense or incense I have no idea if we do the you recognize if we have any incense there was once a spider in the bath last night time no Judy incense incense all right sure and no i do not suppose so that you don’t forget when we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan well man i am definite we can find some so are you doing a lot upgrading round nation final month we elevated a mushroom area in Cavan contact last three races our work takes us far and wide the country it gives us a threat to get in contact with the usual clergy or the ground troops as I call them yes we’re trying to prepare a colossal assembly on the finish of the year where the entire ranks of the clergy can speak about their views with representatives of the lay neighborhood what do you feel are the key here sorry what do utilizing the whole relationship with the lay neighborhood on this precise matter is desirable or must a distinct distance be maintained yes a excellent query and good I suppose we will have to involve to put group to preserve them at a distance how a lot of a distance couple of miles here we at the moment are he for every person oh are you okay your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor coronary heart assault final year I must take it convenient axe acquired a bit of a cost day correct he is no longer a difficulty in case you might just give us a little bit of a warning when you are going to do something satisfactory I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you now not hear what he’s announcing about his heart you realize it’s simply instantaneous directors price come on all people let’s all have a massive lads night in a coronary heart assault that is rare adequate nowadays there were obviously numerous prayers set for sincerely we are not able to appear at the aliens google obvious neither speaking but that love attack no they wouldn’t Bishop loti best go girl we aren’t observing alien anyway again to faith he’s going to insist not our first precedence but speak up fight again in opposition to a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you’re really spoiling mrs.Doyle all proper Bishop i’m sorry you have been saying oh yes I was once saying we must fight again towards the media however we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle could you get father Hackett for us now most likely father I ought to say mrs. Doyle they keep you on your feet my housekeeper isn’t the best i’m afraid many times I consider that it’s me that will have to be in actual fact G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been looking ahead to your visit have not you father yes Bishop O’Neill speak it oh yes that is Bishop fax yes that is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at then you father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i’m watching forward to discussing the social effects of one of the vital church’s pondering as involving issues of personal morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto sure I let’s for Jews would just right factor father sure that is what we’d like a optimistic attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a priceless contribution over the following few days oh sure Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by means of the grace of God bring treatment to all who cross within a radius of two and a 1/2 to 3 toes of this at your discretion and may just all who’re healed in such a approach provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this classification to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the portray your father will meet up with the others within the white yes I noticed it to your confident perspective different so many people are cynical about such matters that you may hardly to open the newspaper these days without studying some today’s and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it seems that early will go down the world of fine I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i will write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the devout life as your religion ever confirmed pay attention hear involved about any doubts you could have been having about any features of notion something like that good in all the method God made us all right and he is watching down at us from heaven and the whole lot huh huh and then his son got here down and saved each person and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little of drawback with the heat laughs assault when you come face-to-face with dying it makes you believe about things I saw that film just lately Apollo 14 reminded me of my own brush with loss of life are you aware what I imply you mean you have been in space when you had your coronary heart attack no how might I be in area sorry no I feel no longer no I Ament i know what it’s wish to be nearly dying yes gracefully i will use the old k so i’ll try this I see all Cheers check the air so if God has existed perpetually you understand what did he do in his spare time like before he made the earth and the whole thing you recognize good we all have to what about when you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all proper now nevertheless it wasn’t again then I mean that the men and women who ate meat on Fridays back then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it’s man she’s not bothering you with it no no it is just magic oh there you’re i’m hoping you had a exceptional gesture oh it was excellent I feel I read some very interesting conclusions Oh about what precisely good it’s nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this very little proof blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof wherever nothing aliens now there may be some thing that would simply be possible everlasting life large demons sticking pink-sizzling pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the entire faith factor I just don’t buy it i have been suffering from my moral sense for a while now however father McGuire was once the first man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you ever been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has wisdom far past his 12 months thanks very a lot fast it can be Bishop Jordan I suppose he is useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that’s the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you definite you want and don’t forget a resolution no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for 2 months with just a few friends ah there they are see you again then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a category-2 after they m god bless when clear La tache

[ohgoditsamy]

Am I a clean or messy person? Relatively clean Am I a tea or coffee person? Tea all the way! Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Neither Am I afraid of heights? Not really Am I allergic to anything? I hope not Am I an early bird or a night owl? Definitely a night owl Am I an extrovert or introvert? Introvert Am I an innie or an outie? Innie Am I easily embarrassed? Definitely Am I in a relationship? Yup! Am I left or right handed? Leftie! Am I much of a daredevil? I wish.. Am I scared of the dark? No Am I social? Uh I guess Am I superstitious? It depends Am I ticklish? Oh god.. Can I bake? Not well Can I cook? Again, not well Can I curl my tongue? Yup Can I dance? Uh.. I can do the charleston, the macarena, YMCA.. so uh Can I drive? Nearly!! Can I juggle? Lol nah Can I play poker? Lol nah Can I roll my r’s? You bet Can I sing? Well I’m not tone deaf but I wouldn’t go as far as saying I can sing Can I spell well? I hope so Can I swim? Yup Can I wiggle my ears? Kinda?? Do I correct people when they make mistakes? Sometimes.. Do I have a collection of anything? 50p’s, squashed pennies, cool money Do I have a strong accent? Nah Do I have any nicknames? “Weema” - my dad Do I have any pet peeves? Bad grammar, when people spell it “defiantely”, people who put the milk in first Do I have any piercings? Nah Do I have any strange phobias? Let me think about that one idk Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? Probably 50/50 Do I have much of an ego? God no Do I judge a book by its cover? Uh, I guess as first impressions Do I like bubble baths? Too right Do I like classical music? Yeah Do I like clowns? Nope Do I like my handwriting? God no Do I like roller-coasters? Sure Do I like scary movies? Yeah Do I like shopping? Yup Do I like to gossip? Not really Do I like to talk on the phone? Depends who it’s to Do I like travelling? Yeeeepp Do I play any instruments? Piano! Do I sleep with the lights on or off? Of Do I smile at strangers? I try to Do I suck or bite lollipops? Suck, cheeky Do I talk to myself? Yup Do I tend to hold grudges? Unfortunately Do I use earphones or headphones? Earphones, but I prefer headphones Do I use sarcasm a lot? Dunno man, do I Do I want any tattoos? Some cute flowery ones Do I wear glasses? I did for a year? But now I don’t need them? Have I ever been on a plane? Once Have I ever been on tv? Not that I remember lmao Have I ever been to the hospital? Yup Have I ever crashed a car? Not yet Have I ever got in trouble with the law? Not yet Have I ever had a rumour spread about me? Well if it was, I dunno about it Have I ever had braces? Nope but soon I will Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? Yup Have I ever skipped school? Yup, karma got me though Have I ever started a rumour? Idk I hope not Have I ever thrown up in the car? Uh?? I dunno man How long does it take for me to get ready? Not long, I spend most of my getting ready time drinking tea How many relationships have I ever had? Just the one How old was I when I first got my period? I dunno like 12 How tall am I? 5ft 8? What am I most likely to be doing when I am outside? Walking most probably What am I usually doing on a Friday night? Sitting in bed What are my favourite bands? God um, Arctic Monkeys, Two Door Cinema Club, RHCP, Green Day, Gorillaz - idk it changes every 10 minutes What are my favourite flowers? Roses, Daffodils What can I smell in the air? Not much really, maybe shea perfume What colours mostly dominate my wardrobe? Black, blue, crimson What is my appearance like? Pale complexion, brown hair, blue eyes What is my culture? Idk, white british? Is that right? What is my current wallpaper on my phone? A collage of the same picture of my boyfriends face What is my full name and why did I get it? Amy Helen Blackford, because my parents chose it lmao What is my greatest strength? Lmao probably art, I’m just mediocre at everything What is my greatest weakness? Nerves. What is my guilty pleasure? The 80s What is my Hogwarts house? Ravenclaw What is my most expensive piece of clothing? Uh a pair of duck egg coloured docs at a guess What is my most heavily used makeup product? Revolution Flawless Matte 2 What is my most used phrase? Currently “lmao” or “man” cause I’m a generic piece of shit What is my most used word? I don’t really have a personal word count so.. What is my personality like? A bit bland, occasionally funny, easily pissed off, indecisive, persistent, annoying What is my personality type? INTP? Idk I had to google this one What is my religion? Unspecified, I’m not bound to a religion and I as never baptised  - who knows what / if I’ll be. What is my spirit animal?  What is my strangest talent? Uh, this is a weird one but if I were to place my hands as if I were to clap them I can make a weird ass fart noise with my hands?? I haven’t got any decent talents. I’m a bit useless. Oh wait I can cross my legs twice too What is my zodiac sign? Gemini What is one trend that I completely bought into? The 90s trend? What is something I can’t do no matter how hard I try? Fucking piano exams. Playing piano in front of people. Guitar.  What is something I hated as a child that I like now? God, too many things. Eminem, the colour pink, more feminine things What is the last thing I bought? Other than my final set of driving lessons, I bought my boyfriend Mass Effect Andromeda What is the longest I’ve ever gone without sleep? Probably like 20 hours? 22? What is the pet I would like to have? Just more dogs, oh, and a fox What is the worst injury I’ve ever gotten? Spraining my wrist, I’m a bore What language do I want to learn? I know some French, but I’d like to be fluent What video games do I play when I want to relax? Destiny, Overwatch, GTA V.. What was the last book I read? Black-Eyed Susans What was the last movie I saw? Ghost in the Shell, cinema last night What word do I always use as an exclamation? FUCK! What word do I always use to describe something great? Like anything positive, it can range from “cool” to “HOLY SHIT” Where do I currently live? Near Leicester, UK Which is my favourite season? Summer / Autumn

Favourites

What is my favourite accent? French, Russian, posh British (Southern), German, Italian.. most accents really What is my favourite animal? Just dogs, I fucking love dogs What is my favourite band? I dunno this! It changes every 10 minutes! What is my favourite childhood book? I had this giant bumper Disney book  What is my favourite colour? Pastel pink, blues, yellows, greens What is my favourite drink? TEA. What is my favourite flavour of ice cream? Vanilla What is my favourite food to eat on a rainy day? Soup What is my favourite food to eat on a sunny day? Depends, if it’s hot then ice cream! What is my favourite number? 19, no reason it’s just a nice number What is my favourite place on the planet? Scotland What is my favourite radio station? Radio X What is my favourite sandwich? Ham, cheese, lettuce, cucumber and salsa (specifically Subway #NotSpon) What is my favourite snack? Tea and biscuits What is my favourite song? Currently Love by Lana Del Rey What is my favourite swear word? Fuck. It just fits every situation. What is my favourite word? I just came across the word “Idiosyncratic” meaning distinctive, individual and I love it. What is my favourite thing to wear? It’s generic but mom jeans, they’re comfortable as fuck and I have a pair with flowers on so they’re super pretty !

People

Do I remember the day I met …? My boyfriend. The day I met him. Hell yeah he was a weird kid standing on a table - he shook up an energy drink (specifically Rockstar Guava which I happen to love) and stabbed it with a pin so it spirted out. He continued to do this for a few days. Little did I know it was actually to get my attention specifically. How are my mother and I similar and different? We looked exactly the same at the age of 5. However she is very quick to judge people I am not so What are the compliments I have given other people? I like your outfit, makeup, eyes, hair, smile, eye colour, music taste, art skills What are the compliments people have given me? Nice outfit, You’re pretty What do my best friend and I have in common? We’re both gemini and left-handed. This is also my boyfriend. I have a few other close friends but idk if they consider me as close What gifts would I like to give everyone? Everything they want. Paints, anything yellow, games, clothes, anything. What if I could meet anyone on this planet – who would I choose? Bob Ross Where is my best friend? At work, sucks to be him. Which actors & actresses do I trust enough to watch whatever they’re in? Leo DiCaprio, um.. Which teachers inspired me the most? None of my school teachers Who are my favourite characters? From what TV shows? Tony Stonem, Cassie Ainsworth - Skins. I can’t think of any film ones right now.. Who are my friends? Everyone in my college course, a few I met on Xbox Who are my parents? The ones who.. y’know, made me. Those people. Who are my sisters? Just the one, she’s annoying. Jk lmao. Who are the new people I met? – their names and where we met. Kirstyyy!! Met at college and became friends cause she was wearing an MCR shirt that day. Plus all the other folks at college. Who are the writers I trust enough to read anything they write? I need to fuckin read more. Who brings the sunshine on the days I see nothing but a grey sky? The bae lmao plus all my friends. Who is my best friend? I swear we have had this question. Who is my celebrity crush? 90s: Leo DiCaprio, Angelina Jolie, Winona Ryder. But also Kaya Scodelario, Chris Pratt. Mate just anyone if they’re famous and reasonably attractive. Who is my favourite youtuber? Emma Blackery, basically the only youtuber I still have the time and patience to watch  Who is my role model? Probably Emma Blackery Who is my secret valentine? Secret one? Uh, the bae. SECRETS OUT LADS Who is someone I admire? Admiration and appreciate for Bob Ross if you please Who is someone that saved me? Nathan, from my cripplingly low self-confidence and ability to speak to people Who is the most intelligent person I know? This guy called Jamie, can play guitars ambidextrously, is a killer at maths and science. Who is the most supportive person in my life right now? Nathan and Kirsty thx u guys Who was the last person I texted? NATHAN Who would I like to go on a midnight adventure with? Idk man who was I just talkin about Who would I love to randomly see this week? Any friends, I love meeting up with friendos! Who would I really like to hug? NATHAAN Who would I really like to punch? NATHAAAAAAAAAN Why am I grateful for …? Who? Nathan? Cause he’s cool, talks about problems n shit, treatin me right  Why am I grateful for dad? Cause he helps me out with a lot of shit Why am I grateful for mum? Same as dad to be fair

Music

A playlist for 12-year-old me - Every album ever written by; My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Fall Out Boy A playlist for throwback Thursday, Bohemian Rhapsody, Daydream Believer, Spin me around, Snow (Hey oh), I’m Just Here For The Free Beer A playlist for when I’m angry - Survival, This means war, Lake of Fire A playlist for when I’m in love - Spin Me Around, Love A playlist for when I’m in the mood to party My House, I’m not in love, Earthquake A playlist for when I’m sad - Everybody’s gotta learn sometime, Kitchen Sink A playlist of songs that I have on repeat - My house, Where the girls at,  A playlist that makes me want to dance - Nancy Mulligan, Galway Girl A playlist that makes me want to sing - Mr Brightside, Ruby, Chelse Dagger, Don’t you want me A playlist to inspire me - Anything by Lana A playlist to listen to on the bus/train - Anything by Lana, Twenty one pilots A playlist with the classics - Like a Prayer, True Colours,  A song that really speaks to me - I’m honestly not sure A song that was stuck in my head today - Love, by Lana Bands and their logos - Arctic Monkey’s logo is cool, as is Nirvana’s Song lyrics - “I wanna fuck a dog in the ass” lmao just the funniest lyrics I know from Blink 182 What are the first 6 songs when I put my playlist on shuffle? Semi-Automatic, Are you gonna be my girl, First Date, Blue Jeans, Walk, Lake of Fire What song always brings a smile to my face? Spin me around

Places

A place where the architecture made me want to wake up and see the city skyline every morning - Not that I’ve been there but New York A place where the customer service made me tip £100 - God I hope that’s not a thing A place where the memories were unforgettable - I know too many places for this A place where the nature made me want to live in the middle of nowhere - Scotlandddd A place where the people restored my faith in humanity - Scotlaaanddddd How to get to my favourite place - A seven hour ball-ache of a drive to..... SCOTTLAAAAANDDD Places I have never been to but want to see. Grand Canyon, Great Wall fo China, Great Barrier Reef, The Phillippines, Canada Somewhere I want to go before I die - Australia / America Somewhere I want to go before I turn 20 - ‘MURICAAA Somewhere I would rather be right now. - Wait for it.... SCOTLAAAAND What are the popular places in town? - In my town? The cinema, Costa? I dunno What is the worst place I’ve been to? Blackpool. Where is my favourite place to shop? Urban Outfitters Where was I born? George Eliot Hospital

Lists

A list of every single song on the albums released by my fav bands “fav” lmao I’m dying can I just list some good songs here thanks

Stolen Dance - Milky Chance Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey Trees - twenty one pilots Stan - Eminem Human - Rag’n’Bone Man Nancy Mulligan - Ed Sheeran

I cant think of any more

Every tom and jerry’s ice cream flavour (I want to try).

Fuck my LIFE all of them

Places I would like to see.

Grand Canyon Niagra Falls Cute beaches Mountains

Sounds I like.

Piano Birds Water

Sounds I dislike.

My dad shouting up the stairs at me : ))

Sports I like.

Badminton Basketball

Star signs.

Gemini? Idk?? 

The first 5 things I saw on my way home.

I only left the house for my driving lesson today idk

The first 5 words that come to mind.

I don’t know what to write

The main roman gods.

Is this a test

The main Greek gods.

Zeus. The end.

Things I don’t own but like.

Self appreciation

Things I want to buy.

An iPhone 6S, I have an iPhone 5S and the home button’s broken

Top 10 episodes to watch

Skins S1 Ep’s 1-9, then carry on. Just go past 10 episodes and finish S2.

Top 10 favourite quotes.

“What, you egg!       [He stabs him]”

“Hamlet: O fuck.      [Exit Hamlet]”

I probably have some favourite serious quotes but I forgot them

Top 10 movies to watch.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 10 Cloverfield Lane Every single Harry Potter Girl, Interrupted Every single Star Wars

Techically that’s more than 10

Top 10 people I want to meet.

I’m not even sure, Emma Blackery? Bob Ross if he were here?

Top 10 places in Manchester.

None I want to visit.

Top 10 restaurants I love.

Rossini’s, Prezzo (though I actually recently heard bad reviews so I may retract that one), Zizzi’s, Windsor Tiffin

What is the sentence on line 13 of page 23 in the book nearest to me?

The book nearest me is a Piano book and I’m not going to write sheet music on here. The song on Pg. 23 is called Here, There and Everywhere though

What movies do I watch when I’m feeling down?

Kids movies - Toy Story, Finding Nemo etc

What tv shows do I always recommend?

Sk-Sk-Sk.. SKINS

What were my favourite tv shows as a child?

Doctor Who (I accidentally just typed Doctor Whom and I’m pissing myself holy shit), Tracey Beaker, 50/50, Raven, Trapped! Drake and Josh

What words don’t seem real to me?

Albertopolis, Bindlestiff

Wish list

That fucking iPhone 6S

Experiences/Memories

A memory in summer

Walks down to a nearby village to have picnics

A memory in winter

A drunkard Christmas party in which I threw up on myself 3 times, twice missing a plastic bag as it was folded over and the sick just kinda rolled onto me.

A memory with my family.

Going to France

A memory with my friends.

Wetherspoons Wednesday!!

I’ll never forget the day (a teacher) did this.

Made me write a half page essay about a poem as I did not answer 3 questions on it for homework. I completed this essay in about 2 minutes having read the poem, she looked shocked I’d done it so fact so I got up and left.

Memories from high school

“Are you emo?” “Are you goth?” “You were a lot of black” None of this I do anymore.

Special moments I want to witness.

One of my mates weddings, he’s engaged

The story behind my first kiss

The most awkward peck on a street corner as a goodbye, however it was good

The story behind my last kiss

It simply just happened, probably again as a goodbye for the night

The stories behind my scars

I have a scar on my chin, about an inch and a half in length due to a birthmark I had removed at the age of 8.

What are the memories I never want to forget?

Basically everything the year I met Nathan and everything this year for these have been some of the happiest years of my life.

What is my saddest memory?

I recently lost a guinea pig I’d owned for 4 years, I hadn’t had the time to give her attention in the latter months of her life so I never really said goodbye to her. I’ll regret it forever.

What is the first thing I remember?

Being pushed down the slide by some bitch called Charlotte at the age of about 2. I was really pissed and blamed her up until about 6 months ago when I realised I was in fact the asshole as I was climbing up the slide. I didn’t see the problem with climbing up it until recently lmao

What is the funniest thing I remember?

Um.. itS SEXUAL SO... I’ll save it for another time.

What was my most embarrassing moment?

I was on a school trip, they took all of our water bottles off us on arriving at the destination. I was parched as I never got my water bottle back like everyone else, and when I did I drank the entire thing and it went through me. On the way home from the school trip I had to stop the entire double decker coach because I was about to piss myself.

What was the happiest day of my life?

Idk meeting Nathan for the first time and going on a three hour walk around my small village

What was the last concert I went to?

Busted, last May

What was the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed?

Breathtaking views from Scottish Mountains?

What was the most disappointing thing in my life?

I’d been wanting a Nintendo DS lite for a good year, every time the adverts came on I’d scream about how I wanted the pink one. Did I get one? No. My younger sister, aged 4 at the time got one. 

What was the most nervous I’ve ever been?

Holy shit there are so many examples, having teeth out etc..  Most recent though was a piano exam I was 100% prepared for, in the exam my hands were shaking so much I couldn’t play.

What was the saddest day of my life?

Finding out my boyfriend had done something which apparently I later found out he didn’t do, at the time I was distraught however.

When was I last scared for my life?

I don’t think I legitimately ever have been

Letters

A note to my favourite teachers. You were great.

Dear Nathan, I would like to tell you. That you’re awesome and you should love me forever lmao

Dear 5-year-old me. MAKE FRIENDS YOU FUCK

Dear 10-year-old me. GET PIANO LESSONS NOW YOU FUCK

Dear 13-year-old me. STOP BEING EMO YOU FUCK

Dear 15-year-old me. WELL DONE, YOU’RE IMPROVING BUT SORT UR HAIR OUT

Dear 16-year-old me. Ur gonna be fine, look at u now, cheer up man

Dear 18-year-old me. Get drunk, go on, ur 2 months ahead of me

Dear 21-year-old me. IF YOU DIDNT GRADUATE FROM UNI I WILL CRY

Dear 25-year-old me. I hope you have a house and your engaged or something decent, please have a job

Dear all the boys I’ve liked. Lmao why did I like you 

Dear someone I need to forgive. You’re forgiven, whoever you are?

Letters to my future children. fuck off you sperm cells

Questions to answer

A wise person learns from the mistakes of others – do I agree? No, a person becomes wise from learning from their own mistakes. 

Advice to any if the new kids at sf. At the what?

Am I a bad loser? It depends what it is :(((

Am I a good liar? If I want to be

Am I a writer? Hell I wish

Am I an artist? I mean sort of

Am I good at giving advice? Hell I wish

Am I happy with myself? Good joke 

Am I happy with the person I’ve become? Well from what I was, yes

Am I the kind of friend I would like to have as a friend? Ew no

Books I always reread. Uh..

Can insanity bring on more creativity? I think so, sadness does

Do I admit when I’m wrong? Rarely

Do I believe that people are capable of change? Sometimes, but remember I said I hold grudges so I’d probably not trust you for years

Do I belong here? Belong where? I’m in bed so fuck yea

Do I hold grudges? WHAT WERE WE JUST TALKING ABOUT

Do I have trust issues? Yup..

Do I like confrontation? I can confront people, but I don’t like being confronted

Do I live or do I just exist? Existing, waiting to live.

Do I prefer to be on camera or behind it? Behind, but if I totally had the confidence I’d wanna be in there

Do I really want a cat? Cats are cool

Do I trust easily? What the fuck this is the same question, no I do not

Have I ever been bullied? Sorta?

Have I ever been on a date? I don’t even know lol

Have I ever felt like I wasn’t enough? All the time

Have I ever felt rejected by my friends/family? All the time

Have I ever had a friend turn into an enemy? Idk some former friends hate me, and I hate some former friends. No enemies, no arguments though.

Have I ever had a paranormal experience? Used to see someone walk around my dads house and hear banging in the loft - both stopped around the same time however so they’re probably related.

Have I ever had a public perception of me change from good to bad? Idk, Idk what “the public” think of me

Have I ever had a song or poem written about me? No but how cute would that be

Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? WHAT WAS I SAYING ABOUT PIANO.

Have I learnt from my mistakes? Yes but I never follow through cause I’m useless

How am I feeling? Useless man I should be doing college work

How do I find comfort when I’m sad? Tea and biscuits.

How do I vent my anger? Arguing, shouting.. it’s bad.

How do I want to be remembered? As a decent person

How could I avoid getting hurt? Pretend you’re not. Be sarcastic n fuckin take it like a truck.

How does a (any appliance around the home) work? Well you see, with a vacuum right, you plug it in and you turn it on. Then it sucks away the dirty shit on your floor. Why is this a question.

How I think will determine how I live – agree or not? Yeah, your thoughts impact your decisions, your decisions impact what happens around you.

How would I define my sense of humour? Sometimes dark, sometimes punny, memes, shit.

What am I like when I’m angry? Argumentative, aggressive, talk back

What am I most afraid of? Being forgotten, left behind

What are some things that stand between me and complete happiness? Self-confidence, nerves

What did I like about being a kid? Not giving a fuck

What did I want to be when I was younger? Fashion designer, teacher, hair dresser, doctor, F1 driver, artist.. you name it.

What do I admire most in others? Kindness, generosity, respectfulness

What do I hate about sf? WHAT THE FUCK IS SF

What do I hate most about myself? My huge ass nose, teeth, nerves, personality

What do I love most about myself? The fact my eyes are blue ? 

What do I notice first when I see someone? Eyes

What do I think about selfies? Sometimes I take good ones

What do I think about the most? Tea

What do I think could be improved in the educational system? Pretty much all of it, the way personal and social skills is taught specifically.

What do I think people think of me? Annoying

What do I touch first when I stick my arms out? My dog

What do I wish I didn’t miss? Um?

What do I wish for every night? To be more productive, a cup of tea

What does a rainbow mean to me? Usually that it’s been raining, I’m pretty black and white.

What fictional character do I wish was real? None really?

What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? Harry Potter or something, maybe X men. Have a wand or some special ability, it’d be cool.

What is an experience that has made me stronger? Getting a job which requires speaking to people

What is an item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? My half 50p necklace

What is my biggest dream and how do I plan on making it become a reality? Going travelling.. I have no idea how.

What is my biggest what if? What if I’d never met Nathan. Would I be a not talkative emo fuck

What is my greatest achievement? Designing the logo for my local carnival? Designing a company brochure (in the making)

What is my greatest failure? Hopefully not my driving test next week.

What is my secret weapon to get someone to like me? Uh. My killer dank memes.

What is one aspect of myself that I feel confident about? My makeup. 

What is one thing I am interested in learning more about? North Korea

What is something that makes me feel vulnerable? My nerves and easy ability to be angry or upset by something

What is the best gift I’ve ever received? My half 50p necklace

What is the first thing I think of when I hear the word ‘heart’? FUcking hell.. the heart emoji. I want to die for that answer, but if I didn’t put it I’d be lying

What is the hardest lesson I have had to learn in life? What I do when I’m learning something, it won’t be perfect first time.

What is the ideal age to be and why? 18 forever, old enough to be responsible for yourself, young enough to go places and have fun.

What is the most scandalous situation I’ve ever been involved in? I broke into an abandoned house?

What is the nicest thing about a person? Their kindness

What is the single best decision I’ve made in my life so far? Switching to Graphic Design course over Art and Design cause the people on Art and Design were shit and I wasn’t happy.

What is the single worst decision I’ve made in my life so far? Being emo aged 12-15

What makes a great relationship? A good balance of friendship, love and lust.

What makes me smile? A good joke, hanging with friends What motivates me to succeed? University, the idea of success

What part of my life would I relive if I could? Most of my childhood?

What part of my life would I remove if I could? The old person part, I don’t wanna be frail, ill and dying unable to do anything and it’s just a waiting game to death.

What question am I afraid to tell the truth to? None really?

What questions would I ask to get to know someone better? What stuff they’re into?

What was I doing at 12am last night? Talking to friends

What was I like as a child and how did my personality change as I got older? More understanding, loving, friendly now

What was my favourite subject in school? Art What was the last lie I told? I can’t remember, who knows, I could’ve been lied to and I don’t know

What was the most ridiculous thing that made me cry? My piano exam, having my teeth out, several films, nothing

What will I do in university? GRAPHIC DESIGN BOI I’M EXCITED

What would I change about my sf? My what the fuck

What would I change about my life if you knew I would never die? Uh.. I don’t wanna not ever die it’d be lonely.

What would I change about the world? Be rid of the old arseholes in Government, disrespectful people, terrorists

What would I like to change this year? BE MORE PRODUCTIVE (ironic I’ve been doing this for over an hour)

What would I do differently if you knew that no one was judging me? Everything.

What would I do in the event of an apocalypse? Probably plan a living strategy

What would I have to see to cry tears of joy? Dogs.

What would I want written on my tombstone? Idk probably something funny like “Active 23 mins ago” or some quote I like

When did I experience stage fright or nervousness in front of a crowd? FUCKING. PIANO. EXAM.

When do I feel most at peace? In bed.

When did I last send a handwritten letter to someone? My french pen friend, year 8

When did I not speak up, when I know I really should have? Several times.

When did I witness something controversial and had to keep it a secret? I don’t think so

When was the last time I cried? Wednesdy, over my FUCKING PIANO EXAM

Where do I see myself in 10 years’ time? uh, in my own house I hope

Where do I want to live? Still not figured this one out

Where is the best place to get pizza? Rossini’s omg

Where would I go if I got a plane ticket to anywhere? ‘MURICAAA

Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? Brains

Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? Used to just be girls but now both really

Who do I miss the most? No one?

Who do I need the most? Nobody cause IM A FREE WOMAN

Why couldn’t I get out of bed this morning? Because it’s me and I’m lazy.

Why couldn’t I sleep last night? Because it’s me and I’m shit.

Why do I hate insects? Because it’s me and I hate them.

Why do dogs hate me and I hate them? Wait what no

Will you lend me a hand – how do I think this idiom got started? Because I can’t carry something or I’m confused

Would I ever spread gossip? I hope not

Would people consider me a diva? I hope not? I don;t think I am?

[sueboohscorner]

#OUTLANDER S3 Ep12: "The Bakra" aka The Witch Is Back (and someone else)

ONE MORE episode my Outlandish friends.  ONE more.  Then we have stuck in that dreaded Droughtlander once again for about a year.  Where does the time go?

After a couple of slow-moving episodes, we are finally back into plot twists, adventure, and intrigue.  Quite a bit in this one hour!

The episode starts with a few months before when Ian is abducted from Silkie Island and is thrown onto the Bruja.  He has that Fraser spirit and fire as he bites the hand of one of his captors and he impresses who I am guessing is the captain with his spirits, and they decide not to kill him, but that "the Bakra" would like him and the Bakra likes young boys.  Okay, Ian, you are in trouble.  When they say someone likes young boys.... it is never good.

When the ship arrives in Jamaica, Ian is taken to a holding cell for these young boys.  He soon finds two other boys are in there with him.  He asks about this Bakra.  The one, Henry, says that all he knows is that there used to be more boys and one by one they were taken to the see the Bakra, and they never returned.  Great news, isn't it?

However, it isn't long before Young Ian is taken to a bedroom on this estate he has been taken to.  He is made to sit on a bed.  By this time the poor lad is totally freaking out.  He is probably sure he is about to die.  Especially being the first thing he sees is a woman bathing in a tub of blood..... YES.... I SAID BLOOD.  A literal bloodbath.  Of course, Young Ian must be thinking that the blood is of those missing boys, which probably doesn't help his anxiety levels.  He asks the woman in the tub of blood "Are you the Bakra?"   To which a very familiar Scottish woman's voice answers "I am."  Holy hell, it is Gellis Duncan that crazy ass witch from season one and also not so sane in the 1960's either (aka Gillian). Well, that bitch is NOT dead.  

She slinks her way out of the tub and closer to Ian and smiles as she says she heard he was Scottish and proceeds to pick up a jug of water while telling Young Ian not to fret it is only goats blood.  Woman....how many poor defenseless goats had to die for you to take a sick ass bath?  Gellis rinses off her body with water and tells Young Ian (and all of us) that it is what keeps her skin young.  Not a remedy I am willing to try anytime soon. She puts on a robe an barely closes it as food is brought in.  My alarm bells are going off.  She poisoned her husband back in Cranesmuir, so there HAS to be something in that cake or tea.

Well, Ian scarfs down the cake, Gellis offers him some tea.  He takes a sip, and apparently, it is bitter, and Gellis tells him it is better with sugar and adds some.  She waits a bit and then asks him how he came to be holding her treasure box when the pirates captured him and that there were three sapphires in the box and now there are only two.  She demands to know if he took it and where it is.  Young Ian with a mouthful of plum cake replies he doesn't know.  Gellis asks him again and watches as his facial expression starts to change.  Young Ian blurts out that maybe his uncle took it as he knew where the treasure was.  He quickly claps his hands over his mouth entirely shocked that he said that.  Gellis chuckles and says that the tea has a truth serum in it that a local witch doctor makes for her and is very effective.  She asks who his uncle is and it is her turn to be shocked as he says "James Fraser of Broch Turoch."

Gellis makes sexual advances on the poor boy and Ian informs her that his uncle is coming to rescue him.  “Oh, I’m counting on it, lad,” she says, slithering over him that makes that snake climbing over Claire look tame in comparison.  Gellis mentions that she beds the boys that they bring to her because their main value to her is their virginity.  “I’m not a virgin,” he says. “Good,” she replies, flipping her robe open. “You’ll know what to do then.”

Just a note here.  Gellis is a large woman when we meet her in the books again.  I have to admit that I was a little disappointed because I chuckle at that.  However, I knew they weren't about to put poor Lotte Verbeek in a fat suit, and the scene doesn't disappoint me at all.

We finally catch up with Jamie and Claire with Fergus and Marsali as they dock and come ashore in Jamaica.  Jamie tells his men to take the Artemis and hide it back in one of the coves they saw on their way in, just in case Captain Leonard comes about.  A man introduces himself and is very happy for a shipment of fine liquor this late in the year.  Jamie says that Jared is his cousin to which the man is delighted and offers them an invite to the ball that evening to welcome the new governor.  He asks if he can be of any assistance, to which Jamie explains about the situation with Young Ian and learns that the Bruja had indeed been in port and they should ask in the slave market. 

By this time, Claire has wandered off and is already in the slave market totally and utterly appalled by what she is seeing. Men, women, and children in cages with barely any clothing.  She comes across a woman who is branded and almost gets sick.  Finally, she comes to an auction happening which is featuring a man with a gimpy leg.  The auctioneer is asked about his virility (meaning how well endowed he is) and the auctioneer goes right ahead, shows off the man's private parts and even handles them for the audience.  Well, Claire has had enough and proceeded to yell at the auctioneer to stop it and beats him with her parasol. Of course, this causes quite a skirmish amongst the crowd and Jamie steps in and grabs Claire.  She is in tears and tells him to "Do something" and to help the man.  

Inside their room later, Claire is looking at a bill of sale for the slave.  Jamie had no other choice but to buy him.  Claire is disgusted that she owns a human being and insists they must set him free.  Jamie concurs, but not right there in Kingston, as he would be caught and resold.  Claire threatens to tear up the paper, but Jamie reminds her that without that she has no proof that Tremaire (as he is called) is hers and he could be taken and resold that way too.  Jamie and Claire talk to Tremaire about the fact that they want to free him when it is safe to do so eventually, but that they could use his help that evening. He could ask around with the slaves about a white boy that was sold off to someone and where.  He agrees.

And so they all attend (including Fergus with Marsali and Yo Tien Cho) the governor's ball.  Claire is looking lovely in her dress from France and Jamie looking dashing, but.... oh that powdered wig!  When they arrive at the front door, Claire looks up and sees someone that shocks her.  Archie Campbell who greets her as Mrs. Malcolm.  He agrees that it is funny that of all the islands in the West Indies, they both end up on the same one.  It appears they are in the employ of one of the wealthy landowners in the area.

Inside, they wait in a line to greet the new governor of Jamaica.  Fergus and Marsali are giggling and acting as newlyweds do and Claire remarks to Jamie if he remembers them being so obvious in public.  He replies that he does and that she couldn't take her hands off of him, but since she was on the back of a horse most of the time he guessed it couldn't be helped.  Claire playfully slaps him.  They then have some serious eye sex, that only on Outlander can we have 20 seconds of no one speaking and get more than enough meaning!

"Is he genuine?" Jamie and Claire hear a woman say and see her staring at Mr. Willoughby.  Jamie introduces him as Yo Tien Cho from the Celestial Kingdom of China, and the woman gushes, and Claire rolls her eyes.  With that out of the way, the line has moved up.  Claire takes a  step but notices Jamie goes white as his wig and hasn't moved.  He almost claims it is Claire's fault for coming through the stones that all these ghosts from their past keep showing up.  Hmmmmm.  They step forward and the new governor is none other than Lord John Grey who is stunned speechless at the sight of the man he secretly yearns for again.  They do the formal hellos, and Jamie introduces Claire, his wife.  Lord John is stunned again and begins to say "I thought she...."  and Jamie stops him and tells him that he too thought she was dead, but she turned out not to be and came back to him.  Lord John asks Claire how, to which she simply replies, "It's a rather long story."  Lord John invites them to speak privately in his office.

In the office, Lord John and Jamie share looks that are making Claire suspicious.  Jamie's first question of course "Is Willie with you.  Here."  and Lord John tells him no, that Isabel and Willie will be coming over when it is safer to travel.  Jamie asks how Willie is and Lord John tells him that he is doing very well and is a wonderful and talented equestrian and yes, he still remember Jamie from time to time.  Jamie is pleased to hear it. The two stare at each other again to which, Claire has had enough and steps in and asks politely how he became Governor here in Jamaica.  Lord John says it is a step within a series of "promotions."  Jamie sees something hanging from Lord John's pocket on his vest.  "Is that.....?"  Jamie starts to ask, and Lord John says yes it is the sapphire that Jamie gave to him.  He wears it to....pauses briefly.... remember their friendship.  He then tells Jamie again, almost in awe, how good it is to see him again and then excuses himself to attend to his guests.

Once again out into the party, Jamie and Claire come upon the gentleman from the docks who says he has a couple of Freemasons he would like Jamie to talk to as they know just about everyone on the island.  Being a woman, Claire knows that she is not allowed in on this conversation, so she says she will make some inquiries of her own.  She pauses, and Lord John comes up to her, and they share awkward conversation.  Thankfully, she turns very white when she looks to her right and sees Gellis Duncan walking towards a door outside.  She follows and catches up with her.  

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…”  Gellis starts off the conversation.  Claire asks how it is she is not dead.  Gellis says that as Claire already knew, she was with child, so they couldn't pass judgment on her until the baby was born. "It was the wee ratling that saved my life," she tells Claire.  They kept her in the thieves hole in Cranesmuir for three months, and when her pains came on, they took her, and she gave birth in her bedroom in her house.  She got to hold the wee lad for a bit, and he was "as warm as his father's balls" (almost lost my drink on that one), but then Dougal came to fetch him because he didn't want anyone finding out that it was his.  The bit of conversation that follows is true Gellis.  "Why are men such fools?  You can lead them around for a while by the cock, then you give them a bairn, and you have them by the balls again.  Whether coming in or going out that is all you are to them... a c**t." 

Gellis says that she was right about Claire (meaning a time traveler) and was wondering if their paths would cross again.  Claire asks how Gellis ended up in Jamaica.  Gellis says that Dougal helped her escaped, and they put an already dead woman in her place and yes... Gellis watched her burn.  She goes on to say she hid out for a spell but then met and married a wealthy plantation owner, a Mr. ABERNATHY (sound familiar?) and of course the tropics can be a deadly place for the English constitution, and he died.  Yeah... okay, because your last husband wasn't poisoned or anything. 

Gellis asks what brings her and Jamie to Jamaica.  Claire (stupidly) tells her they are there to search for Young Ian, Jamie's nephew who was kidnapped and that they believe he may have been sold into slavery.  Gellis feigns shock and asks how she can help.  Yeah.... because she is such a helpful person.  Gellis agrees to help as much as she can.

Back inside, Claire brings Gellis to Jamie (who is sitting and smiling and talking to Lord John).  He is just as shocked to see her.  It isn't long before Gellis sees the little bauble hanging at Lord Johns hip.  She "shockingly" grabs it and demands to know where did he get such a lovely gemstone.  Lord John tells her that it was found on an island off the coast of Scotland and given to him by a friend..... er prisoner.  She hastily excuses herself and Lord John comments on how odd she is.  Dude.... you have NO IDEA.

Gellis finds Archie Campbell and tells him to get his sister, and they are going to do readings tonight.  He is shocked, and Gellis takes him forcefully to a doorway and while looking at Lord John, says she is only interested in one reading.

So, Archie and Margaret are doing their thing and have gained quite a crowd around them.  Gellis spies Lord John and insists he has a reading done.  He tries to politely decline as he has guests he needs to attend to and Gellis asks the crowd if he should indeed have a reading done.  Of course, the curious crowd agrees.  Jamie and Claire watch with a suspicious eye, and Gellis tells Lord John that Margaret needs something personal of his to hold and points with her eyes at the sapphire.  He reluctantly agrees and sits down.  Margaret, already holding the other two sapphires gives the reading (actually earlier in the episode, we know that the three sapphires held together with a seer will give a prophecy of when there will be a new king on the throne of Scotland).  Her eyes open wide and she speaks with a thick accent.  Lord John grabs his sapphire back as soon as she is done and makes his getaway.  That wasn't odd at all. 

Mr. Willoughby watches with care and concern as Margaret holds her head in her hands.  NOTE:  I couldn't remember where in the timeline of the episode it happened, but there was a very touching scene with Mr. Willoughby and Margaret outside in the garden.  He tells her that her brother doesn't treat her well at all and she deserves so much more.  When she touches his hand, she says he is a very rare soul, and Mr. Willoughby smiles and says something in Chinese which when asked what it means.... says Flower from Heaven.  It is a scene we do not see in the book.  Mr. Willoughby is a much better person here, and I hope it doesn't end for him as it does in the book.  Maybe he and Margaret can run off together.

Outside, Gellis and Archie try to decipher the cryptic reading.  They figure out that there is a baby that is 200 years old when it is born standing in the way of a new king of Scotland.  Gellis is confused. I was, but now I remember.  Gellis doesn't know about BRIANNA yet.  Next episode!

Fergus and Marsali are fooling around like love-struck teens outside against a tree when they hear horses go past.  They see it is Captain Leonard!  They rush inside to find Jamie and Claire and warn them.  Jamie tells Fergus to have the carriages ready, and he and Marsali with Mr. Willoughby go ahead.  Just then Tremaire reappears and tells Jamie and Claire that one of the slaves saw a yellow-haired boy with an accent like Jamie's and he was taken to Rose Hall owned by Mistress Abernathy.  Claire is pissed at this point (really?  when at any point could you trust this woman?!) that Gellis lied to her.  Tremaire tells them that free/escaped slaves live in the mountains near there.

They hurry and get into their carriage.  Somehow, Captain Leonard, standing on the porch seeing the carriage roll away, seems to know that Jamie is in that one.  They are headed for Rose Hall and have to stop when Tremaire sees the mark for the path to where the slaves live.  Once again.... you think you might be followed, but let's stop, get out and wish Tremaire good luck and stand there and watch him walk into the jungle.  So, needless to say, they are finally about to get back in the carriage with horses appear, and a voice says "Mistress Fraser, I see you have found your husband."  Jamie quickly gives Claire the pictures of "the bairns" for safekeeping just before he is arrested.  Claire is more than pissed and pretty much accuses Captain Leonard of being an asshole after all she did to help him and his crew.  If it weren't for her, they would all be dead.  Doesn't seem to bother him and Jamie yells for her to get to Rose Hall and save Young Ian.  

Well.... the common sense thing here would be to get in the carriage and go BACK to the Governor's house and ask for Lord John's help.  However, this is where the episode ends, so you will have to wait until next episode!

I liked this episode.  Yes, the book has a lot more, but as Diana Gabaldon said, they usually creatively interpret things in the book or change things in the books for the better.  I agree with what was in this episode.  I am giving it an 8/10.

Your thoughts?  Comments?  Please feel free to let me know below!

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Chapter Fifty-Five: Calix and Natasha

“So, this syndrome is caused by a particularly nasty, very nasty, toxin released by a bacterium which has acquired - either by transformation, conjugation or transduction - a gene which allows them to overcome innate, natural immunity in wizards or witches that would otherwise protect against Muggle-borne illnesses.”

The desperate sound of quills marking reams of paper filled the long classroom as Professor Vincent dictated to his students at cyclonic speed, only pausing to fill his lungs with enough air to sustain his oratory whirlwind, which left slow writers at the mercy of his end-of-year exam.

Calix, despite common understanding, half-listened to Vincent’s lecture on the magical equivalent of haemolytic-uraemic syndrome, half-focusing on his copy of Montgumery’s Haematological Mysteries and the myriad of supplementary notes he had tucked into the margins of the chapter on microangiopathy when he had studied the syndrome in detail at St. Mungo’s a few years previously. His concentration waxed and waned, Vincent’s outpourings and Calix’s footnotes eclipsed by the smell of honied cinnamon that exclusively followed him for the last few days.

“Mr. Galen?”

Shit!

Calix’s head jerked up, looking towards the front of the class as he leaned forward in his seat, feigning attention: “Sorry, sir,” he said, “I was taking notes.”

“Mr. Galen,” Vincent said, folding his arms across his chest, “You’re wanted.”

He followed Vincent’s direction and looked to the old, wooden entrance, where Doctor Evans was standing, beckoning furiously at Calix. The admiration and laudation for Calix that ordinarily filled her sea-green eyes was glossed over with a ferocious, bile-filled umbrage that warned everyone, including Headmistress Liara, to keep their distance if they valued their lives.

Calix quickly closed his textbook, placed his quill back in the ink pot while grabbing the straps of his backpack and made his way up the middle of the classroom. He nodded at Professor Vincent, apologising for disturbing the class and followed Doctor Evans down the stone-floored corridor.

“I’m sorry for pulling you out of lectures, Calix, I am,” she said, her voice tethering at a precipice, balancing on a knife-edge between simple pleasantries and placation and aggravated vexation. “But, I’m at my wits end! Seriously, I could murder someone, Calix, I really could. 

“Professor O’Connor had just dropped four - four - unconscious students off at the infirmary after a Defence Against the Darks Arts lesson. Four! He could be the first person I kill, my boy. Then, I have two Aquilen lads who are after battering the ever living shit out of each other over some stupid pocket watch which doesn’t even belong to them, that hypochondriac Professor Castro is back, complaining of some other god-forsaken seasonal ailment, and to top it all off, Theodore Crix, who is supposed to be helping me today, is running an errand or something for someone else! I mean seriously, Calix, has this god-damn place forgotten that we have four unresponsive students lying in the infirmary for the past week and a bit! Can’t people go a few days without fucking up?”

Calix walked along beside Doctor Evans, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek until he started to taste the sickly-warm metal of his own seeping blood bathe his tongue and coat the soft skin of his palette. He listened without remark to Evans’ bitter diatribe, knowing it best not to open his mouth for fear he make the situation worse.

When they finally reached the infirmary, Evans placed her hand against the doorframe and took a deep, steadying breath: “I really am sorry, Calix. I’ll make sure you get what you deserve for helping out.”

He shrugged his shoulders, offering his mentor a knowing smile. “Don’t worry about it. Let me send a quick message to Sam. He’s doing really well this week and I promised him lunch. I’m all yours after that. Who do you want me to start with?”

“Castro, please! Just get him out!”

Natasha walked down a deserted hallway, her slight heels clicking lightly on the ground and echoing through the stony corridor. It was late, meaning most people were in their dorms or still studying, and she was on her way back from the library. She had been working on school work, although much of her attention was focused on other things, such as her conversation with Bellerose and what she had seen in her crystal ball. However, she was satisfied with the work she’d gotten done, and was now headed towards the stairs.

 As she was walking past the infirmary, she heard another pair of footsteps moving towards her. Heavier ones - a male, definitely. Even from a distance now, she could see his dark hair and the pin on his chest signifying that he was an Ibinia. Something about him seemed familiar, too, but she couldn’t quite place it as she walked in his direction. He seemed to blanche at the sight of her, which made her all the more curious as to who he was.

Sam wandered absentmindedly through the long, winding corridors of the castle, whistling blithely and joyously to himself as he made his way to the infirmary. Calix’s ethereal patronus - which had scared the shite of Sam when it flew silently into the bedroom - had delivered him a message saying to meet his roommate by the entrance to the infirmary on the ground floor, and they would go for lunch together afterwards.

Sam was looking forward to the day immensely. He hadn’t been this happy in a substantial time, the memories of his past and the nightmares finally starting to abate. But, as he rounded the corner, his happiness disappeared as he spotted a dark haired girl coming towards him. His legs froze, his hairs began to stand on end as the blood drained from his cheeks, paralysed when he recognition the ebony beauty.

Natasha tilted her head a little, trying to remember where she knew him from. He was not one of the faces that had appeared in the crystal ball, or in her other visions...who was he? The night of Fyrsta tunglið, she suddenly remembered. Before she had seduced Bellerose. She spent time pushing the limits of what people would do for her, and he...he was one of them. She didn’t remember what exactly she’d made him do, but it clearly was not good. She smirked a little, deciding she might as well enjoy herself a bit.

“Are you okay?” she asked him as she approached with a sickeningly sweet concern in her voice. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

Sam’s lower lip began to quiver violently, vibrating up and down as his tongue flapped stupidly inside his mouth, trying to convert the mumbling sound that echoed in his throat into coherent and sensible language. But, all he could manage was a whimper as the dark-haired siren from his nightmares called out to him in her melodious voice, malicious and sickly sweet, dipped in the same venoms and poisons that she had used on fyrsta tunglið. He was lost and she seemed like the only guiding star he had.

Somewhere deep inside, a small voice urged him to turn around, to walk the other way, or dive into the infirmary where Calix was waiting for him, retreat to a sanctuary where he could forget ever seeing her face. Sam couldn’t move though, the small voice whispering against a roar of panic that flooded his senses like a monsoon, his limbs frozen in fear.

“I… I…”

Ah, it was this one. Natasha remembered now, quite vividly, who this boy was. He had been...difficult, to say the least. His mind was filled with grandiose ideas of right and wrong, and even when intoxicated, he had been a bit of a challenge to persuade. But once she broke through that, he was practically a puppet. She smiled sweetly, walking a little closer to him.

“It’s alright. You have nothing to be afraid of,” she murmured, brushing a finger lightly over the buttons of his shirt. She looked up at him again, flashing a reassuring smile. “Why don’t you and I have a seat?” she murmured, indicating a bench outside the infirmary. She gave a light tug on his shirt, assuming that was all she would need since he seemed to be in an almost trance.

Sam’s hands began to shake when the siren’s elegant fingers knotted in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him towards a small bench. His fickle heart reacted to her subtle touch, disloyally pumping her infectious poison into his veins faster and faster, sending a wave of pleasant nausea coursing through his wracked body. She was the carnal succubus of his terrors, she fostered fear in his heart every time his mind conjured up a memory of her, yet he couldn’t leave her side. He felt suddenly whole in her company, complete and fulfilled.

“We… we met in Old Aroon,” Sam whispered, sitting down beside her, “D-didn’t we?”

She let out a gentle hum, watching his pale and sweating body tremble. The taller boy clearly was affected by her, and she enjoyed having that level of power over him. “That’s right,” she murmured, watching him. “The night of Fyrsta tunglið, remember?”

The feeling of power that came with moments like these was always incredible to her. It was such a rush to be able to make another person do what they didn’t really want to, and to make them think that it was their idea, or that it was the right thing. It was almost a high for her, and she absolutely loved it.

“You were so amazing and kind, but then you disappeared on me. I was disappointed, there were...things I wanted to do. Why did you run off?”

“I remember,” He mumbled, labouring to absorb her questions, “Well, I can remember being with you. I don’t know why I left, to be honest. I really can’t remember much from that night.”

He slowly lifted his head, having fixated unknowingly on his shaking hands, his aversion taking control, and looked into the girl’s eyes. Sam couldn’t deny her how attractive she was, even in her simple uniform, how he remembered looking across Roderick’s and catching a glorious glimpse of her. One look had stolen his breath. Maybe that was the reason he couldn’t leave - Calix always said he was a sucker for the ladies.

“Did we,” he started, before quickly changing the wording of his question, beginning to dispute his own hazy, drink-filled recollection of the evening, “Did I do something bad that night? I have this horrible feeling that I did something terrible? Did I?”

So he hadn’t been out of it enough to completely forget what happened. That almost surprised Natasha, although she didn’t comment on that. Instead, she took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “No, of course not,” she told him gently. “You’re too kind for that. I can’t imagine you would ever hurt anyone or anything, not unless someone made you.” She brushed her fingers lightly over his cheek now, debating how far she wanted to take this right now. He was easy prey, certainly, but she didn’t have any use for him currently, other than her own entertainment.

“Although, I guess you did do something bad. You left before I got a chance to find out what those beautiful lips taste like.” She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him gently closer with the intention of kissing him. She wouldn’t take it further than that, but she knew that a kiss alone would nearly wreck him.

Sam nodded unintentionally, sympathising with the flirtatious and provocative words that the siren poured into his ear. Her hand brushed against his stubbled cheek and he found himself leaning into her warm and inviting embrace, silently closing the gap between them. His eyes focused on her mesmerising lips and his heart began to soar for her, intoxicated by her flattery.

As their lips slowly touched, electricity sparking along Sam’s spine, the sound of the infirmary doors opening snapped him from his dream-like state and he turned quickly towards them, his fear returning.

Calix stood in the doorway, his eyes trained on his watch. He was worried he was late; the young Aquilens had been more demanding than he wanted, fighting like rats among themselves. When he raised his head, however, his mind still on the infirmary, he saw his best friend sitting in front of him, in the arms of a woman. Calix’s shoulders fell in annoyance - it wouldn’t have been the first time Sam had to cancel plans with him because of a girl. But, when he caught sight of the Cucurrion’s face, his chest tightened protectively. He recognised her as the girl Sam had pointed out to him, the girl who gave him nightmares.

The fuck was he doing?

“Eh, am I interrupting something?”

Natasha drew back in annoyance when Sam’s head turned towards the sound of the door. She had hoped that he would at least keep his attention on her, even if the kiss ended, but it seemed, based on the boy’s expression, he wanted to get away now. She looked up at the doorway and realized that this must be someone the Ibinia knew, considering the way he spoke.

“A bit, but that’s alright,” she said, back to her smooth, sweet voice. She put her hand on Sam’s again, giving it a light squeeze as if to remind him that she was there, and that she was in control. “We were just talking about Fyrsta tunglið and how he left before we got a chance to have any fun.”

“I’m sure he left right in the nick of time,” Calix abruptly spat, meeting Sam’s eyes, which were filled with an immediate cloud of confusion and disbelief, like he was waking from a bewitchment. Calix ignoring the enchantress’ sweetly silvered words, nodded his head towards Sam,  “As have I, apparently.”

Sam froze, his throat seizing up in panic as he realised what he was doing. He looked back at the Cucurrion seductress in fear, struggling to breathe, no longer seeing any beauty in her eyes. He didn’t understand how he had so quickly succumb to her wishes and desires, like a subservient and submissive puppet on a string. He pulled his hand away and jumped from the bench, stumbling backwards as he tripped over his own feet in blind panic.

“Cal… I… I’m…”

Calix stepped in front of his friend, turning his attention to the young girl with the evil smile: “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you think you’ve caused him enough trouble as it is?”

Now Natasha was annoyed. People very rarely interrupted her, and whoever this was, Cal, apparently, as her toy called him, seemed to be good at resisting her, which she really didn’t like. She stood up elegantly after Sam scurried away, brushing off her skirt as if there was something on it. She then fixed her dark eyes on Calix, danger flashing in them, even though she still kept her sweet, almost innocent smile on her face.

“I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t done anything to him, if that’s what you’re implying. We were just talking. I understand why you could be jealous that he isn’t paying as much attention to you, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong.”

“That’s not what I’ve heard. I heard you’ve done plenty wrong,” Calix snapped, stepping closer to the young girl who was attempting to pull the wall over his eyes, the gears within his head burning with a fiery friction as they spun, activating the protective streak in Calix’s nature. He saw through the veneer of elegance she wore, the semblance of honour and decency she tried to portray; she was manipulative, there was no other word for it.

“He told me that you made him do something against his will? And seeing as I’ve been the one picking up the pieces since fyrsta tunglið, and not jealous old you, I find it very hard to believe he’d ever want to spend a moment with you, if he was in his right mind.”

Sam, sensing Calix’s shielding anger beginning to dissolve his patience and acceptance, grabbed his friend’s hand: “Cal, please… can we just go? Please?”

Natasha realized that, at least at this very moment, this was a losing battle. She had no chance of breaking through this friend, not in this situation. So she decided to, for now, she would let it go. She wasn’t giving up, just giving herself a chance to think of a way to get through this new challenge.

“I’m sorry for whatever you think I did wrong. I didn’t mean any harm,” she murmured. “Maybe he was drunk and did something? But I’ll leave you be. I hope you feel better, Sam,” she told him. She flashed a smile and walked back down the hallway, her hips swishing with each click of her heels.

Calix watched the girl parade down the corridor, her parting comments an admission of concession, an acknowledgement that picking a fight outside the infirmary was a terrible idea. Calix conceded unwillingly. He would have followed her if Sam was not trembling at his hip, his fingers leaving blood-red crescents on his forearm, or if Doctor Evans wasn’t already at breaking point in the white-walled hospital.

Sensing Sam’s chemistry change drastically, Calix wrapped an arm around his friend’s shaking shoulders and helped hold his weight upright. “Come on, dude. Let’s get that lunch, yeah. My treat.”

[londontheatre]

Joining the previously announced David Tennant who plays the title role, Adrian Scarborough as Stan and Gawn Grainger as Louis are Theo Barklem-Biggs (Pete), Mark Ebulué (Aloysius), Mark Extance (ensemble), David Jonsson (Col), Dominique Moore (Lottie), Emma Naomi (ensemble), Alice Orr-Ewing (Mattie and Ruby), Himesh Patel (Vagabond), Adrian Richards (ensemble), William Spray (ensemble), Danielle Vitalis (Elvira) and Eleanor Wyld (Dalia) who complete the cast for Patrick Marber’s Don Juan in Soho.

“Please don’t be charmed, he’s not a lovable rogue…” Loosely based on Molière’s tragicomedy ‘Don Juan’, this savagely funny and filthy modern update transports the action to contemporary London and follows the final adventures of its debauched protagonist – a cruel seducer who lives only for pleasure.

Rehearsals begin next week for the production which previews at Wyndham’s Theatre from 17 March 2017, with press night on 28 March 2017. Don Juan in Soho will complete its strictly limited eleven week run on 10 June 2017.

Direction is by Patrick Marber with set and costume designs by Anna Fleischle, lighting by Mark Henderson, compositions and sound by Adam Cork, video design by Dick Straker, movement by Polly Bennett and casting by Robert Sterne CDG.

[See image gallery at http://ift.tt/1FpwFUw] David Tennant (DJ) has worked extensively in theatre, television and film winning numerous awards for his work including the Critics’ Circle Award for Best Shakespearean Performance and the National Television Award for Outstanding Drama Performance. For the Royal Shakespeare Company his credits include Richard II, a role he reprised last year at the Barbican and at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in New York, As You Like It, The Herbal Bed, The Comedy of Errors, Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Love’s Labour’s Lost and the title role in Hamlet, as well as co-hosting the live broadcast of Shakespeare 400. Tennant was last in the West End playing Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. His film credits include What We Did On Our Holiday, The Decoy Bride, Fright Night, Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger!, St Trinian’s II: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Bright Young Things, LA Without a Map and the forthcoming Mad To Be Normal, Fish Without Bicycles and Bad Samaritan. On television he is best known for playing the tenth incarnation of the Doctor in the BBC’s classic series Doctor Who. He is soon to appear in the third season of ITV’s award winning series Broadchurch and starred in the US version, Gracepoint. His other television credits include playing Kilgrave in Netflix’s Jessica Jones, and The Escape Artist, The Politician’s Husband, Spies of Warsaw and Casanova, all for the BBC.

Adrian Scarborough (Stan) was last on stage as The Fool in Sam Mendes’ production of King Lear at the National Theatre where his many credits also include After the Dance, The Habit of Art, Time and the Conways, Henry IV Parts 1 & 2, The False Servant, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, The David Hare Trilogy, The Day I Stood Still and The Wind in the Willows. In the West End his credits include Betty Blue Eyes and Humble Boy. He has also been seen in Hedda Gabler at The Old Vic, Platonov and Vassa for the Almeida Theatre Company and Accidental Death of an Anarchist and To The Green Fields Beyond for the Donmar. His film credits include On Chesil Beach, Les Misérables, The King’s Speech, Elizabeth: The Golden Age, Notes on a Scandal, Vera Drake, Gosford Park, The History Boys, Bright Young Things, The Madness of King George and Dirty Pretty Things. Scarborough’s many television credits include two seasons of the US series Blunt Talk opposite Patrick Stewart, Stella, Crashing, Miranda, Up The Women, Professor Branestawm, Plebs, Edge of Heaven, Death in Paradise, The Paradise, Restless, Doctor Who, Mrs Biggs, Upstairs Downstairs, Gavin and Stacey, Cranford and Psychoville.

Gawn Grainger (Louis) was most recently on stage in The Entertainer for the Kenneth Branagh Theatre Company at the Garrick Theatre. His other theatre credits include The Cherry Orchard at the Young Vic, Macbeth at Shakespeare’s Globe and The Recruiting Officer at the Donmar as well as Onassis, Absolutely Perhaps and The Crucible all in the West End. For the National Theatre where he was part of Olivier’s South Bank inaugural season, his credits include Three Days in the Country, A Woman Killed With Kindness, Some Trace Of Her, Sing Yer Heart Out For The Lads, The Passion, The Seagull and The Misanthrope and at the Almeida he has been seen in No Man’s Land, Party Time, Mountain Language and The Last Days of Judas Iscariot. His film credits include Blood Royal, A Christmas Carol and The Little Drummer Girl and on television Labyrinth, The Nativity, Big Deal, The Black Tower, Dalziel and Pascoe, The Darling Buds of May, Foyle’s War, Gentlemen and Players, Hail, Caesar!, Heart of the Country, A Helping Hand, Hetty Wainthropp Investigates, Macbeth, Man at the Top, Men Behaving Badly and Midsomer Murders.

Theo Barklem-Biggs’ (Pete) theatre credits include Les Liaisons Dangereuses for the Donmar and Chapel Street for the Bush theatre. His film credits include Journey’s End, The Greatest Man, Kingsman: The Secret Service, The Inbetweeners Movie and the forthcoming Hunter Killer. His many television credits include Wasteman, Ballot Monkeys, Cradle to Grave, Tatau, Homeboys and Miranda.

Mark Ebulué’s (Aloysius) theatre credits include Macbeth for the Young Vic, Julius Caesar for the Royal Shakespeare Company, Phaedra’s Love for the Arcola and touring productions of Hamlet for Tara Arts and Othello for Frantic Assembly. His film credits include Kingsland, Dark Ascension and Way of the Monkey’s Claw. On television his credits include Stan Lee’s Lucky Man, Doctor Who and Julius Caesar.

Mark Extance’s (ensemble) recent theatre credits include Correspondence at the Old Red Lion, Three Days in the Country, Scenes from an Execution, Travelling Light and London Assurance for the National Theatre, Pygmalion at The Old Vic and Yes, Prime Minister in the West End and on tour.

David Jonsson’s (Col) theatre credits include Mary Stuart for the Almeida Theatre, Pigeon English at Bristol Old Vic and the Edinburgh Fringe, Romeo and Juliet at the Riverside Studios and Ghosts for the Rose Theatre Bankside.

Dominique Moore (Lottie) is best known for playing Chanel O’Grady in Footballers Wives: Extra Time. Her other television credits include Murder in Successville, Quacks, Horrible Histories, Red Dwarf and PhoneShop. Her theatre credits include Gutted for Theatre Royal Stratford East, Aladdin for the Lyric Hammersmith and The Lion King at the Lyceum Theatre. Her film credits include First and The Physician.

Emma Naomi’s (ensemble) theatre credits include Deathwatch for the Print Room at The Coronet, The Crucible for Bristol Old Vic and This Man Right Here for the Hen and Chickens. On film she has been seen in House Girl.

Alice Orr-Ewing’s (Mattie and Ruby) theatre credits include An Enemy of the People for Chichester Festival Theatre and Hay Fever at Theatre Royal Bath and Duke of York’s Theatre. Her film credits include The Theory of Everything, Mr Turner, The Scapegoat and Atonement and on television she has been seen in Victoria, Oakfield, Pramface and Blandings.

Himesh Patel (Vagabond) played the role of Tamwar Masood in EastEnders for nine years. He was last on stage in Le Bossu at the 2016 Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Adrian Richards’ (ensemble) theatre credits include Wild Honey for Hampstead Theatre, The Suicide for the National Theatre and Advice for the Young at Heart for Theatre Centre. He has also performed in Die Entführung aus dem Serail at Glyndebourne.

William Spray’s (ensemble) theatre credits include Hamlet, Twelfth Night and But a Dream for Sovereign Arts and Punk Rock for Pocketful Shows. His opera credits include The Indian Queen for English National Opera and Dido and Aeneas for Silent Opera. On film he has been seen in A Little Chaos.

Danielle Vitalis’ (Elvira) stage credits include Girls Like That for Synergy and Primetime at the Royal Court. Her film credits include Afro Punk Girl and Honeytrap and on television she has been seen in Youngers and The Riots: In Their Own Words.

Eleanor Wyld (Dalia) was last on stage in The Alchemist at the Royal Shakespeare Company where her credits also include Don Quixote and Doctor Faustus. Her film credits include Johnny English Reborn and Freestyle and on television her credits include Thirteen, Father Brown and Misfits.

Patrick Marber’s plays include Dealer’s Choice, After Miss Julie, Closer, Howard Katz, Three Days in the Country and The Red Lion. His film credits include Closer (directed by Mike Nichols), Notes on a Scandal (directed by Richard Eyre), Old Street and Love You More. For television his co-writing credits include The Day Today and Knowing Me, Knowing You With Alan Partridge. In December last year Ivo van Hove directed Marber’s new version of Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler for the National Theatre starring Ruth Wilson and Rafe Spall. As well as directing a number of his own plays, his other directing credits include Travesties by Tom Stoppard at the Menier Chocolate Factory, which transfers to the Apollo Theatre this month, The Caretaker at the Comedy Theatre, Blue Remembered Hills at the National Theatre, ‘1953’ by Craig Raine at the Almeida and The Old Neighbourhood by David Mamet at the Royal Court Theatre. His plays have won Evening Standard, Olivier, Time Out, New York and London Critics’ Circle and Writers’ Guild Awards. His TV work has received BAFTA, British Comedy and Royal Television Society Awards. His screenplays have been nominated for Golden Globe, BAFTA and Academy Awards. He received the British Independent Film Award for Notes on a Scandal.

Wyndham’s Theatre 32-36 Charing Cross Road, London, WC2H 0DA

Additional Information Age Restrictions: Not recommended for anyone under the age of 16 Booking From: 17th Mar 2017 Booking Until: 10th Jun 2017

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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Wasn’t someone cured there no someone was lured there honey short and then these fellas began to beat him with the sticks and all that with it yeah the holy stone looks even holier than we notion Clapton whatever to do with that fella from England final 12 months he touched her and he grew a beard weird that’ll be close to adequate to upgrade us here classification 1 or class will probably be very rare do girls that would be bringing men and women back to life time-journey cloning dinosaurs what essentially the most thousands of relics all over the world how do they understand which ones to do good there is all these things they have to think in regards to the historical past of the Renick what number of miracles may also be attributed to us all sorts of concerns go into a choice like that what concerning the holy stone of carmakers I under no circumstances come on Tate Europe it is going to never happen good it is happening they’re surely coming all proper Jeff so who cares anyway I imply they arrive in strip down the wallpaper the fumigate the position and they’re gone what’s so bad about that doodles their bishops all right yeah what is this confusion you’ve got about bishops do you simply have an understanding of what they surely do looking to do a fumigating condo there something like that in any respect have you received – Tommy anyways head let’s play a sport get your intellect off it Chester buckaroos virtually i would not intellect a sport of the old Chester day me sir particularly oh no best joking Ted provided that you are able for a good thrashing Dougal you can by no means sincerely beat me ever alright jack still a poker ooh the sport of kings I notion the is not going to be so unhealthy the industry we will have a seem round and spot there were big day-to-day perish and go away nothing to worry about at dwelling some ceremony’s on Thursday they usually’re arriving the next day to come now doogal that is significant listen to me alright very well head these bishops are very foremost I stay round you all the time simply in case so you do not say some thing to them that you are now not supposed to claim to them oh like what like what he mentioned to bishop Lindsey when he requested me the place I was when Kennedy was once shot oh yeah I mean you overreacted moderately there he wasn’t accusing me of something all proper so did do you know any of the bishops who’re long-established I mean what are the like bishop fax is an effective historical pal of dad Larry DOS i will try to reach Larry on his cell he’s obtained a brand new one with an extra loud bleep God Almighty why does he have a mobile if he under no circumstances picks it up after which we’ve got the main issue with Jack could not we just disguise him for a few days no they’d hear me shouting Gary maybe we might train Jack to assert something apart from drink have an impact on our ladies likes love it’s a job in that lifestyles or two years ago Duggal father Jack may be unhealthy but he’s not a canine here he’s now he mostly wants to go out wait perhaps we would train him to claim one or two things nothing too certain a number of all appropriate sentences like that would be an ecumenical matter sure I can’t feel of any religious question that can’t be answered through that what I at all times say when persons ask me questions it is a nice factor about Catholicism it’s so vague and no person particularly is aware of what it can be all about I suppose it could work Google’s I know it’ll work it will work it is not going to work when its head don’t know so we have got to are attempting proper father now we will have a little elocution classes drink father you cannot be saying that at all times when the bishops come here thanks continually comfortable that either it Geron the daddy simply simply go back to a drink for the second fine correct now i would like you to have a appear at this have a go together with the first one here – proper no no – drink now come on father awareness that vent the strings the strings the unusual bass bass bass bass bass bass bass now come on Oh father i do know you can do the veena – consuming it for you to do it drink yes I promise now come on are trying once more that proper no no Paul the practically had it that is quality carry it trouble to keep it going here and the subsequent come again would ya toys that you left the cooker on okay father i’m going to be there right father the whole lot’s ready there’s a significant school steaming away and i’ve organized a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking up three bishops unexpectedly can’t wait proper you realize father I consider this is going to be the finest moment of my profession it can be practically as if my entire lifetime of leading off two exceptional females’s going omit is completed i’m over here so you might be father this is doing just right have you ever bought your contacts in no a canine ran off with them I inspiration I get away with that I consider i’ll need to put on the glasses they don’t like wearing them father I suppose they make me appear like a pissed off historic egg all I can’t imagine that I assume they seem obviously well no no no it can be only a horrifying movie I was thinking in the market pleasant quite greenish whele that is significantly better and that i just go and verify on the tv so father hmm father i have certainly no suggestion where the door is so overlook head and Google at Google they’re right here sorry about that fishbone Elia you have been announcing sure quite simple ceremony we just need slightly incense or incense I have no idea if we do the you recognize if we have any incense there was once a spider in the bath last night time no Judy incense incense all right sure and no i do not suppose so that you don’t forget when we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan well man i am definite we can find some so are you doing a lot upgrading round nation final month we elevated a mushroom area in Cavan contact last three races our work takes us far and wide the country it gives us a threat to get in contact with the usual clergy or the ground troops as I call them yes we’re trying to prepare a colossal assembly on the finish of the year where the entire ranks of the clergy can speak about their views with representatives of the lay neighborhood what do you feel are the key here sorry what do utilizing the whole relationship with the lay neighborhood on this precise matter is desirable or must a distinct distance be maintained yes a excellent query and good I suppose we will have to involve to put group to preserve them at a distance how a lot of a distance couple of miles here we at the moment are he for every person oh are you okay your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor coronary heart assault final year I must take it convenient axe acquired a bit of a cost day correct he is no longer a difficulty in case you might just give us a little bit of a warning when you are going to do something satisfactory I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you now not hear what he’s announcing about his heart you realize it’s simply instantaneous directors price come on all people let’s all have a massive lads night in a coronary heart assault that is rare adequate nowadays there were obviously numerous prayers set for sincerely we are not able to appear at the aliens google obvious neither speaking but that love attack no they wouldn’t Bishop loti best go girl we aren’t observing alien anyway again to faith he’s going to insist not our first precedence but speak up fight again in opposition to a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you’re really spoiling mrs.Doyle all proper Bishop i’m sorry you have been saying oh yes I was once saying we must fight again towards the media however we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle could you get father Hackett for us now most likely father I ought to say mrs. Doyle they keep you on your feet my housekeeper isn’t the best i’m afraid many times I consider that it’s me that will have to be in actual fact G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been looking ahead to your visit have not you father yes Bishop O’Neill speak it oh yes that is Bishop fax yes that is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at then you father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i’m watching forward to discussing the social effects of one of the vital church’s pondering as involving issues of personal morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto sure I let’s for Jews would just right factor father sure that is what we’d like a optimistic attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a priceless contribution over the following few days oh sure Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by means of the grace of God bring treatment to all who cross within a radius of two and a 1/2 to 3 toes of this at your discretion and may just all who’re healed in such a approach provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this classification to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the portray your father will meet up with the others within the white yes I noticed it to your confident perspective different so many people are cynical about such matters that you may hardly to open the newspaper these days without studying some today’s and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it seems that early will go down the world of fine I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i will write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the devout life as your religion ever confirmed pay attention hear involved about any doubts you could have been having about any features of notion something like that good in all the method God made us all right and he is watching down at us from heaven and the whole lot huh huh and then his son got here down and saved each person and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little of drawback with the heat laughs assault when you come face-to-face with dying it makes you believe about things I saw that film just lately Apollo 14 reminded me of my own brush with loss of life are you aware what I imply you mean you have been in space when you had your coronary heart attack no how might I be in area sorry no I feel no longer no I Ament i know what it’s wish to be nearly dying yes gracefully i will use the old k so i’ll try this I see all Cheers check the air so if God has existed perpetually you understand what did he do in his spare time like before he made the earth and the whole thing you recognize good we all have to what about when you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all proper now nevertheless it wasn’t again then I mean that the men and women who ate meat on Fridays back then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it’s man she’s not bothering you with it no no it is just magic oh there you’re i’m hoping you had a exceptional gesture oh it was excellent I feel I read some very interesting conclusions Oh about what precisely good it’s nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this very little proof blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof wherever nothing aliens now there may be some thing that would simply be possible everlasting life large demons sticking pink-sizzling pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the entire faith factor I just don’t buy it i have been suffering from my moral sense for a while now however father McGuire was once the first man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you ever been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has wisdom far past his 12 months thanks very a lot fast it can be Bishop Jordan I suppose he is useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that’s the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you definite you want and don’t forget a resolution no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for 2 months with just a few friends ah there they are see you again then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a category-2 after they m god bless when clear La tache

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God i am no longer studying that book anymore it’s very horrifying all together Ted Ted sure what did you ever see a ghost when doogal i’m going to let you know anything happened to me once it was once years ago I staying with my best-aunt at her condo in Connemara she’s gigantic apartment miles from at any place it appears during the excellent Famine a cruel landlord and his lovely daughter used to reside there story is that he forbade a dog from hiring a younger soldier broke her coronary heart and in her despair she hung herself in her bed room the room that I was once standing remembers I see Nick by using season 10 and strictly off season instantly I heard a strange creaking noise from the fireplace one of the vital ghosts no so no I’ve by no means seen a ghost I noticed one really yeah it used to be a person all dressed in black and i got here down one night time for a tumbler of milk and he used to be simply sitting there in front of the television just there correct it was bizarre and you know you’re the unusual type of gray hair although he wasn’t very historic Gilbert Dubin would this had been neon rice that’s a door that is working okay damaged again perhaps simplest works from my head is in it k we must call the plumber no no I proposal to get them worried and the opposite be too embarrassed to inform them how I broke it within the first situation you understand looking to supply it an extra hard flush well slim Ted I need to say it used to be high-quality for me it was a good robust flooring house I used to be considering extra about chat you comprehend it’s like when he is concerned you want to get that stuff away as rapid this thing could be for us to flush it right here and have it pop up someplace in Sierra Leone proper there head aha aha I notion jacket stash some thing in here ok let’s are attempting it now flip bloody hell good news head very very dangerous news the holy stone of town report they will improve it to a class 2 relic no it is now not nice it method to be sending over a number of bitches to do a ceremony and you recognize what they are like we will need to be on our quality behavior I taught them some thing up with the holy stone o.K. Wasn’t someone cured there no someone was lured there honey short and then these fellas began to beat him with the sticks and all that with it yeah the holy stone looks even holier than we notion Clapton whatever to do with that fella from England final 12 months he touched her and he grew a beard weird that’ll be close to adequate to upgrade us here classification 1 or class will probably be very rare do girls that would be bringing men and women back to life time-journey cloning dinosaurs what essentially the most thousands of relics all over the world how do they understand which ones to do good there is all these things they have to think in regards to the historical past of the Renick what number of miracles may also be attributed to us all sorts of concerns go into a choice like that what concerning the holy stone of carmakers I under no circumstances come on Tate Europe it is going to never happen good it is happening they’re surely coming all proper Jeff so who cares anyway I imply they arrive in strip down the wallpaper the fumigate the position and they’re gone what’s so bad about that doodles their bishops all right yeah what is this confusion you’ve got about bishops do you simply have an understanding of what they surely do looking to do a fumigating condo there something like that in any respect have you received – Tommy anyways head let’s play a sport get your intellect off it Chester buckaroos virtually i would not intellect a sport of the old Chester day me sir particularly oh no best joking Ted provided that you are able for a good thrashing Dougal you can by no means sincerely beat me ever alright jack still a poker ooh the sport of kings I notion the is not going to be so unhealthy the industry we will have a seem round and spot there were big day-to-day perish and go away nothing to worry about at dwelling some ceremony’s on Thursday they usually’re arriving the next day to come now doogal that is significant listen to me alright very well head these bishops are very foremost I stay round you all the time simply in case so you do not say some thing to them that you are now not supposed to claim to them oh like what like what he mentioned to bishop Lindsey when he requested me the place I was when Kennedy was once shot oh yeah I mean you overreacted moderately there he wasn’t accusing me of something all proper so did do you know any of the bishops who’re long-established I mean what are the like bishop fax is an effective historical pal of dad Larry DOS i will try to reach Larry on his cell he’s obtained a brand new one with an extra loud bleep God Almighty why does he have a mobile if he under no circumstances picks it up after which we’ve got the main issue with Jack could not we just disguise him for a few days no they’d hear me shouting Gary maybe we might train Jack to assert something apart from drink have an impact on our ladies likes love it’s a job in that lifestyles or two years ago Duggal father Jack may be unhealthy but he’s not a canine here he’s now he mostly wants to go out wait perhaps we would train him to claim one or two things nothing too certain a number of all appropriate sentences like that would be an ecumenical matter sure I can’t feel of any religious question that can’t be answered through that what I at all times say when persons ask me questions it is a nice factor about Catholicism it’s so vague and no person particularly is aware of what it can be all about I suppose it could work Google’s I know it’ll work it will work it is not going to work when its head don’t know so we have got to are attempting proper father now we will have a little elocution classes drink father you cannot be saying that at all times when the bishops come here thanks continually comfortable that either it Geron the daddy simply simply go back to a drink for the second fine correct now i would like you to have a appear at this have a go together with the first one here – proper no no – drink now come on father awareness that vent the strings the strings the unusual bass bass bass bass bass bass bass now come on Oh father i do know you can do the veena – consuming it for you to do it drink yes I promise now come on are trying once more that proper no no Paul the practically had it that is quality carry it trouble to keep it going here and the subsequent come again would ya toys that you left the cooker on okay father i’m going to be there right father the whole lot’s ready there’s a significant school steaming away and i’ve organized a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking up three bishops unexpectedly can’t wait proper you realize father I consider this is going to be the finest moment of my profession it can be practically as if my entire lifetime of leading off two exceptional females’s going omit is completed i’m over here so you might be father this is doing just right have you ever bought your contacts in no a canine ran off with them I inspiration I get away with that I consider i’ll need to put on the glasses they don’t like wearing them father I suppose they make me appear like a pissed off historic egg all I can’t imagine that I assume they seem obviously well no no no it can be only a horrifying movie I was thinking in the market pleasant quite greenish whele that is significantly better and that i just go and verify on the tv so father hmm father i have certainly no suggestion where the door is so overlook head and Google at Google they’re right here sorry about that fishbone Elia you have been announcing sure quite simple ceremony we just need slightly incense or incense I have no idea if we do the you recognize if we have any incense there was once a spider in the bath last night time no Judy incense incense all right sure and no i do not suppose so that you don’t forget when we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan well man i am definite we can find some so are you doing a lot upgrading round nation final month we elevated a mushroom area in Cavan contact last three races our work takes us far and wide the country it gives us a threat to get in contact with the usual clergy or the ground troops as I call them yes we’re trying to prepare a colossal assembly on the finish of the year where the entire ranks of the clergy can speak about their views with representatives of the lay neighborhood what do you feel are the key here sorry what do utilizing the whole relationship with the lay neighborhood on this precise matter is desirable or must a distinct distance be maintained yes a excellent query and good I suppose we will have to involve to put group to preserve them at a distance how a lot of a distance couple of miles here we at the moment are he for every person oh are you okay your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor coronary heart assault final year I must take it convenient axe acquired a bit of a cost day correct he is no longer a difficulty in case you might just give us a little bit of a warning when you are going to do something satisfactory I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you now not hear what he’s announcing about his heart you realize it’s simply instantaneous directors price come on all people let’s all have a massive lads night in a coronary heart assault that is rare adequate nowadays there were obviously numerous prayers set for sincerely we are not able to appear at the aliens google obvious neither speaking but that love attack no they wouldn’t Bishop loti best go girl we aren’t observing alien anyway again to faith he’s going to insist not our first precedence but speak up fight again in opposition to a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you’re really spoiling mrs.Doyle all proper Bishop i’m sorry you have been saying oh yes I was once saying we must fight again towards the media however we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle could you get father Hackett for us now most likely father I ought to say mrs. Doyle they keep you on your feet my housekeeper isn’t the best i’m afraid many times I consider that it’s me that will have to be in actual fact G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been looking ahead to your visit have not you father yes Bishop O’Neill speak it oh yes that is Bishop fax yes that is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at then you father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i’m watching forward to discussing the social effects of one of the vital church’s pondering as involving issues of personal morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto sure I let’s for Jews would just right factor father sure that is what we’d like a optimistic attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a priceless contribution over the following few days oh sure Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by means of the grace of God bring treatment to all who cross within a radius of two and a 1/2 to 3 toes of this at your discretion and may just all who’re healed in such a approach provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this classification to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the portray your father will meet up with the others within the white yes I noticed it to your confident perspective different so many people are cynical about such matters that you may hardly to open the newspaper these days without studying some today’s and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it seems that early will go down the world of fine I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i will write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the devout life as your religion ever confirmed pay attention hear involved about any doubts you could have been having about any features of notion something like that good in all the method God made us all right and he is watching down at us from heaven and the whole lot huh huh and then his son got here down and saved each person and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little of drawback with the heat laughs assault when you come face-to-face with dying it makes you believe about things I saw that film just lately Apollo 14 reminded me of my own brush with loss of life are you aware what I imply you mean you have been in space when you had your coronary heart attack no how might I be in area sorry no I feel no longer no I Ament i know what it’s wish to be nearly dying yes gracefully i will use the old k so i’ll try this I see all Cheers check the air so if God has existed perpetually you understand what did he do in his spare time like before he made the earth and the whole thing you recognize good we all have to what about when you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all proper now nevertheless it wasn’t again then I mean that the men and women who ate meat on Fridays back then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it’s man she’s not bothering you with it no no it is just magic oh there you’re i’m hoping you had a exceptional gesture oh it was excellent I feel I read some very interesting conclusions Oh about what precisely good it’s nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this very little proof blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof wherever nothing aliens now there may be some thing that would simply be possible everlasting life large demons sticking pink-sizzling pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the entire faith factor I just don’t buy it i have been suffering from my moral sense for a while now however father McGuire was once the first man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you ever been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has wisdom far past his 12 months thanks very a lot fast it can be Bishop Jordan I suppose he is useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that’s the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you definite you want and don’t forget a resolution no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for 2 months with just a few friends ah there they are see you again then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a category-2 after they m god bless when clear La tache

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

God i’m not studying that booklet anymore it’s very horrifying all collectively Ted Ted yes what did you ever see a ghost when doogal i’m going to tell you some thing happened to me once it was years in the past I staying with my nice-aunt at her apartment in Connemara she’s big apartment miles from at any place it appears for the duration of the pleasant Famine a merciless landlord and his beautiful daughter used to are living there story is that he forbade a canine from hiring a younger soldier broke her coronary heart and in her despair she hung herself in her bed room the room that I was standing remembers I see Nick by using season 10 and strictly off season abruptly I heard a strange creaking noise from the fireplace one of the vital ghosts no so no I’ve not ever seen a ghost I saw one relatively yeah it was once a man all dressed in black and that i got here down one night for a tumbler of milk and he was once just sitting there in front of the tv just there right it used to be weird and you understand you’re the unusual kind of gray hair even though he wasn’t very historic Gilbert Dubin might this had been neon rice that is a door that is working ok damaged again maybe only works from my head is in it k we will have to name the plumber no no I proposal to get them worried and the other be too embarrassed to tell them how I broke it in the first situation you realize looking to give it a different tough flush good slim Ted I need to say it used to be great for me it was once a excellent robust floor condominium I was once thinking more about chat you know it’s like when he’s involved you wish to have to get that stuff away as fast this factor could be for us to flush it here and have it pop up somewhere in Sierra Leone right there head aha aha I concept jacket stash some thing in here okay let’s are attempting it now turn bloody hell just right news head very very dangerous information the holy stone of city file they are going to improve it to a category 2 relic no it can be no longer first-rate it means to be sending over just a few bitches to do a ceremony and you already know what they’re like we’ll must be on our fine habits I taught them whatever up with the holy stone okay wasn’t any individual cured there no anyone used to be lured there honey short after which these fellas began to beat him with the sticks and all that with it yeah the holy stone appears even holier than we inspiration Clapton some thing to do with that fella from England final year he touched her and he grew a beard bizarre that’ll be close to ample to improve us right here class 1 or classification will probably be very infrequent do women that may be bringing persons back to existence time-journey cloning dinosaurs what probably the most thousands of relics all over the world how do they comprehend which of them to do well there’s all these things they must think about the historical past of the Renick how many miracles will also be attributed to us all sorts of considerations go right into a determination like that what in regards to the holy stone of carmakers I certainly not come on Tate Europe it is going to under no circumstances happen well it is going down they may be absolutely coming all correct Jeff so who cares anyway I mean they arrive in strip down the wallpaper the fumigate the situation and so they’re long past what’s so unhealthy about that doodles their bishops all right yeah what is that this confusion you might have about bishops do you clearly fully grasp what they without a doubt do watching to do a fumigating house there anything like that in any respect have you got – Tommy anyhow head let’s play a sport get your intellect off it Chester buckaroos without a doubt i wouldn’t intellect a sport of the ancient Chester day me sir particularly oh no handiest joking Ted provided that you’re capable for a just right thrashing Dougal you can certainly not truly beat me ever very well jack still a poker ooh the sport of kings I notion the is not going to be so bad the industry we’ll have a appear around and see there were massive every day perish and go away nothing to fear about at home some ceremony’s on Thursday they usually’re arriving the next day now doogal this is significant take heed to me all right very well head these bishops are very primary I stay around you always simply in case so you don’t say whatever to them that you are now not supposed to assert to them oh like what like what he said to bishop Lindsey when he requested me the place I used to be when Kennedy was once shot oh yeah I mean you overreacted rather there he wasn’t accusing me of anything all proper so did have you learnt any of the bishops who’re usual I mean what are the like bishop fax is an effective ancient friend of pop Larry DOS i’ll attempt to reach Larry on his cellular he is obtained a brand new one with one other loud bleep God Almighty why does he have a mobile if he not ever picks it up after which now we have the difficulty with Jack could not we just conceal him for a couple of days no they’d hear me shouting Gary perhaps we could coach Jack to say whatever apart from drink have an impact on our girls likes find it irresistible’s a job in that lifestyles or two years in the past Duggal father Jack could also be dangerous however he’s no longer a canine here he’s now he more often than not desires to go out wait might be we would train him to say one or two matters nothing too distinctive just a few all appropriate sentences like that might be an ecumenical topic yes I are not able to suppose of any devout question that can not be answered via that what I constantly say when humans question me questions it is a excellent factor about Catholicism it’s so vague and no one fairly is aware of what it is all about I feel it could work Google’s I comprehend it’ll work it is going to work it won’t work when its head don’t know so we must try right father now we’ll have a little bit elocution lessons drink father you are not able to be announcing that at all times when the bishops come right here thank you at all times happy that either it Geron the father just just return to a drink for the second fine proper now i would like you to have a look at this have a go together with the first one here – proper no no – drink now come on father concentration that vent the strings the strings the strange bass bass bass bass bass bass bass now come on Oh father i do know you are able to do the veena – consuming it for you to do it drink sure I promise now come on are trying again that right no no Paul the nearly had it that is fine carry it trouble to hold it going here and the subsequent come again would ya toys that you left the cooker on o.K. Father i’ll be there proper father everything’s in a position there’s a massive college steaming away and i have arranged a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking on three bishops unexpectedly can’t wait correct you understand father I feel this is going to be the greatest second of my profession it’s practically as if my entire life of leading off two special ladies’s going miss is done i am over here so you might be father this is doing excellent have you bought your contacts in no a dog ran off with them I concept I get away with that I suppose i will must put on the glasses they do not like sporting them father I think they make me appear like a pissed off historical egg all I cannot imagine that I think they look without doubt good no no no it can be just a horrifying film I used to be thinking out there first-rate relatively greenish whele that’s much better and i simply go and determine on the tv so father hmm father i’ve definitely no concept where the door is so disregard head and Google at Google they may be right here sorry about that fishbone Elia you have been saying yes quite simple ceremony we just want a little incense or incense I have no idea if we do the you realize if now we have any incense there used to be a spider in the bath last night no Judy incense incense all proper sure and no i don’t consider so that you don’t forget after we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan well man i am certain we are able to to find some so are you doing a lot upgrading round nation final month we increased a mushroom field in Cavan touch final three races our work takes us all over the place the nation it offers us a hazard to get in touch with the traditional clergy or the ground troops as I name them sure we’re trying to prepare a giant meeting at the end of the 12 months the place all of the ranks of the clergy can discuss their views with representatives of the lay group what do you suppose are the key here sorry what do making use of the entire relationship with the lay neighborhood on this precise subject is fascinating or should a specified distance be maintained sure a just right query and good I think we will have to involve to put community to hold them at a distance how a lot of a distance couple of miles right here we are actually he for everyone oh are you okay your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor coronary heart attack last year I need to take it handy axe received somewhat of a price day right he is now not a problem if you happen to could simply supply us slightly of a warning when you are going to do anything first-class I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you no longer hear what he is pronouncing about his coronary heart you understand it’s simply immediate administrators rate come on every body let’s all have a gigantic lads night time in a heart attack that is rare enough these days there were undoubtedly a variety of prayers set for clearly we can not seem at the aliens google seen neither talking but that love assault no they wouldn’t Bishop loti high-quality go woman we are not looking at alien anyway back to religion he’ll insist not our first precedence however speak up combat back against a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you are rather spoiling mrs.Doyle all correct Bishop i am sorry you had been pronouncing oh sure I was saying we must battle back towards the media but we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle would you get father Hackett for us now certainly father I must say mrs. Doyle they preserve you for your feet my housekeeper is not the pleasant i’m afraid generally I consider that it can be me that should be essentially G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been watching forward to your talk over with haven’t you father sure Bishop O’Neill speak it oh sure this is Bishop fax yes this is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at you then father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i am looking ahead to discussing the social effects of one of the church’s thinking as regarding disorders of individual morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto yes I let’s for Jews would just right point father sure that is what we’d like a positive attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a valuable contribution over the following few days oh yes Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by way of the grace of God carry treatment to all who pass within a radius of two and a half to a few ft of this at your discretion and could all who’re healed in any such means provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this type to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the painting your father will meet up with the others within the white sure I noticed it on your positive attitude other so many folks are cynical about such things which you could infrequently to open the newspaper nowadays without studying some state-of-the-art and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it sounds as if early will go down the sector of good I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i’ll write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the religious lifestyles as your religion ever validated hear listen worried about any doubts you could have been having about any elements of notion some thing like that good in the entire means God made us all correct and he’s looking down at us from heaven and everything huh huh and then his son got here down and saved everybody and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little bit of main issue with the warmness laughs assault while you come face-to-face with death it makes you suppose about things I noticed that movie lately Apollo 14 jogged my memory of my own brush with dying do you know what I imply you mean you had been in house whilst you had your heart attack no how might I be in house sorry no I think no longer no I Ament i know what it can be like to be close to death sure gracefully i’ll use the historic okay so i’ll try this I see all Cheers examine the air so if God has existed forever you already know what did he do in his spare time like earlier than he made the earth and everything you recognize good all of us need to what about whilst you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all correct now but it wasn’t back then I imply that the individuals who ate meat on Fridays again then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it can be man she’s now not bothering you with it no no it’s just magic oh there you might be i hope you had a fine gesture oh it was exceptional I feel I read some very fascinating conclusions Oh about what precisely good it is nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this little or no evidence blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof anywhere nothing aliens now there’s anything that might just be possible everlasting existence massive demons sticking purple-scorching pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the whole religion factor I simply do not buy it i’ve been suffering from my sense of right and wrong for a while now but father McGuire used to be the primary man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has knowledge far past his 12 months thanks very so much rapid it can be Bishop Jordan I believe he’s useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that is the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you certain you want and don’t forget a selection no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for two months with a few acquaintances ah there they’re see you once more then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a class-2 once they m god bless when clear La tache

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

God i’m not studying that booklet anymore it’s very horrifying all collectively Ted Ted yes what did you ever see a ghost when doogal i’m going to tell you some thing happened to me once it was years in the past I staying with my nice-aunt at her apartment in Connemara she’s big apartment miles from at any place it appears for the duration of the pleasant Famine a merciless landlord and his beautiful daughter used to are living there story is that he forbade a canine from hiring a younger soldier broke her coronary heart and in her despair she hung herself in her bed room the room that I was standing remembers I see Nick by using season 10 and strictly off season abruptly I heard a strange creaking noise from the fireplace one of the vital ghosts no so no I’ve not ever seen a ghost I saw one relatively yeah it was once a man all dressed in black and that i got here down one night for a tumbler of milk and he was once just sitting there in front of the tv just there right it used to be weird and you understand you’re the unusual kind of gray hair even though he wasn’t very historic Gilbert Dubin might this had been neon rice that is a door that is working ok damaged again maybe only works from my head is in it k we will have to name the plumber no no I proposal to get them worried and the other be too embarrassed to tell them how I broke it in the first situation you realize looking to give it a different tough flush good slim Ted I need to say it used to be great for me it was once a excellent robust floor condominium I was once thinking more about chat you know it’s like when he’s involved you wish to have to get that stuff away as fast this factor could be for us to flush it here and have it pop up somewhere in Sierra Leone right there head aha aha I concept jacket stash some thing in here okay let’s are attempting it now turn bloody hell just right news head very very dangerous information the holy stone of city file they are going to improve it to a category 2 relic no it can be no longer first-rate it means to be sending over just a few bitches to do a ceremony and you already know what they’re like we’ll must be on our fine habits I taught them whatever up with the holy stone okay wasn’t any individual cured there no anyone used to be lured there honey short after which these fellas began to beat him with the sticks and all that with it yeah the holy stone appears even holier than we inspiration Clapton some thing to do with that fella from England final year he touched her and he grew a beard bizarre that’ll be close to ample to improve us right here class 1 or classification will probably be very infrequent do women that may be bringing persons back to existence time-journey cloning dinosaurs what probably the most thousands of relics all over the world how do they comprehend which of them to do well there’s all these things they must think about the historical past of the Renick how many miracles will also be attributed to us all sorts of considerations go right into a determination like that what in regards to the holy stone of carmakers I certainly not come on Tate Europe it is going to under no circumstances happen well it is going down they may be absolutely coming all correct Jeff so who cares anyway I mean they arrive in strip down the wallpaper the fumigate the situation and so they’re long past what’s so unhealthy about that doodles their bishops all right yeah what is that this confusion you might have about bishops do you clearly fully grasp what they without a doubt do watching to do a fumigating house there anything like that in any respect have you got – Tommy anyhow head let’s play a sport get your intellect off it Chester buckaroos without a doubt i wouldn’t intellect a sport of the ancient Chester day me sir particularly oh no handiest joking Ted provided that you’re capable for a just right thrashing Dougal you can certainly not truly beat me ever very well jack still a poker ooh the sport of kings I notion the is not going to be so bad the industry we’ll have a appear around and see there were massive every day perish and go away nothing to fear about at home some ceremony’s on Thursday they usually’re arriving the next day now doogal this is significant take heed to me all right very well head these bishops are very primary I stay around you always simply in case so you don’t say whatever to them that you are now not supposed to assert to them oh like what like what he said to bishop Lindsey when he requested me the place I used to be when Kennedy was once shot oh yeah I mean you overreacted rather there he wasn’t accusing me of anything all proper so did have you learnt any of the bishops who’re usual I mean what are the like bishop fax is an effective ancient friend of pop Larry DOS i’ll attempt to reach Larry on his cellular he is obtained a brand new one with one other loud bleep God Almighty why does he have a mobile if he not ever picks it up after which now we have the difficulty with Jack could not we just conceal him for a couple of days no they’d hear me shouting Gary perhaps we could coach Jack to say whatever apart from drink have an impact on our girls likes find it irresistible’s a job in that lifestyles or two years in the past Duggal father Jack could also be dangerous however he’s no longer a canine here he’s now he more often than not desires to go out wait might be we would train him to say one or two matters nothing too distinctive just a few all appropriate sentences like that might be an ecumenical topic yes I are not able to suppose of any devout question that can not be answered via that what I constantly say when humans question me questions it is a excellent factor about Catholicism it’s so vague and no one fairly is aware of what it is all about I feel it could work Google’s I comprehend it’ll work it is going to work it won’t work when its head don’t know so we must try right father now we’ll have a little bit elocution lessons drink father you are not able to be announcing that at all times when the bishops come right here thank you at all times happy that either it Geron the father just just return to a drink for the second fine proper now i would like you to have a look at this have a go together with the first one here – proper no no – drink now come on father concentration that vent the strings the strings the strange bass bass bass bass bass bass bass now come on Oh father i do know you are able to do the veena – consuming it for you to do it drink sure I promise now come on are trying again that right no no Paul the nearly had it that is fine carry it trouble to hold it going here and the subsequent come again would ya toys that you left the cooker on o.K. Father i’ll be there proper father everything’s in a position there’s a massive college steaming away and i have arranged a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking on three bishops unexpectedly can’t wait correct you understand father I feel this is going to be the greatest second of my profession it’s practically as if my entire life of leading off two special ladies’s going miss is done i am over here so you might be father this is doing excellent have you bought your contacts in no a dog ran off with them I concept I get away with that I suppose i will must put on the glasses they do not like sporting them father I think they make me appear like a pissed off historical egg all I cannot imagine that I think they look without doubt good no no no it can be just a horrifying film I used to be thinking out there first-rate relatively greenish whele that’s much better and i simply go and determine on the tv so father hmm father i’ve definitely no concept where the door is so disregard head and Google at Google they may be right here sorry about that fishbone Elia you have been saying yes quite simple ceremony we just want a little incense or incense I have no idea if we do the you realize if now we have any incense there used to be a spider in the bath last night no Judy incense incense all proper sure and no i don’t consider so that you don’t forget after we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan well man i am certain we are able to to find some so are you doing a lot upgrading round nation final month we increased a mushroom field in Cavan touch final three races our work takes us all over the place the nation it offers us a hazard to get in touch with the traditional clergy or the ground troops as I name them sure we’re trying to prepare a giant meeting at the end of the 12 months the place all of the ranks of the clergy can discuss their views with representatives of the lay group what do you suppose are the key here sorry what do making use of the entire relationship with the lay neighborhood on this precise subject is fascinating or should a specified distance be maintained sure a just right query and good I think we will have to involve to put community to hold them at a distance how a lot of a distance couple of miles right here we are actually he for everyone oh are you okay your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor coronary heart attack last year I need to take it handy axe received somewhat of a price day right he is now not a problem if you happen to could simply supply us slightly of a warning when you are going to do anything first-class I just remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you no longer hear what he is pronouncing about his coronary heart you understand it’s simply immediate administrators rate come on every body let’s all have a gigantic lads night time in a heart attack that is rare enough these days there were undoubtedly a variety of prayers set for clearly we can not seem at the aliens google seen neither talking but that love assault no they wouldn’t Bishop loti high-quality go woman we are not looking at alien anyway back to religion he’ll insist not our first precedence however speak up combat back against a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you are rather spoiling mrs.Doyle all correct Bishop i am sorry you had been pronouncing oh sure I was saying we must battle back towards the media but we need to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle would you get father Hackett for us now certainly father I must say mrs. Doyle they preserve you for your feet my housekeeper is not the pleasant i’m afraid generally I consider that it can be me that should be essentially G for sorry about that right here father hackett now he is been watching forward to your talk over with haven’t you father sure Bishop O’Neill speak it oh sure this is Bishop fax yes this is Bishop Jordan yes they’re looking at you then father that’s 1 billion yes I was once just pronouncing father how i am looking ahead to discussing the social effects of one of the church’s thinking as regarding disorders of individual morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto yes I let’s for Jews would just right point father sure that is what we’d like a positive attitude like sake what quiet race i can see father Hackett making a valuable contribution over the following few days oh yes Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by way of the grace of God carry treatment to all who pass within a radius of two and a half to a few ft of this at your discretion and could all who’re healed in any such means provide glory to you our Lord via your earthly type of this type to relic amen Evan i am sorry for the painting your father will meet up with the others within the white sure I noticed it on your positive attitude other so many folks are cynical about such things which you could infrequently to open the newspaper nowadays without studying some state-of-the-art and satirical articles written through some bearded lifting sure it sounds as if early will go down the sector of good I simply can be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure sure Asian ecumenical sure i’ll write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the religious lifestyles as your religion ever validated hear listen worried about any doubts you could have been having about any elements of notion some thing like that good in the entire means God made us all correct and he’s looking down at us from heaven and everything huh huh and then his son got here down and saved everybody and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to go to heaven yes what about a little bit of main issue with the warmness laughs assault while you come face-to-face with death it makes you suppose about things I noticed that movie lately Apollo 14 jogged my memory of my own brush with dying do you know what I imply you mean you had been in house whilst you had your heart attack no how might I be in house sorry no I think no longer no I Ament i know what it can be like to be close to death sure gracefully i’ll use the historic okay so i���ll try this I see all Cheers examine the air so if God has existed forever you already know what did he do in his spare time like earlier than he made the earth and everything you recognize good all of us need to what about whilst you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all correct now but it wasn’t back then I imply that the individuals who ate meat on Fridays again then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it can be man she’s now not bothering you with it no no it’s just magic oh there you might be i hope you had a fine gesture oh it was exceptional I feel I read some very fascinating conclusions Oh about what precisely good it is nonsense Ignis religion so consider about this little or no evidence blind religion that is all we must go on without a shred of proof anywhere nothing aliens now there’s anything that might just be possible everlasting existence massive demons sticking purple-scorching pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t think so the whole religion factor I simply do not buy it i’ve been suffering from my sense of right and wrong for a while now but father McGuire used to be the primary man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has knowledge far past his 12 months thanks very so much rapid it can be Bishop Jordan I believe he’s useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that is the primary matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you certain you want and don’t forget a selection no anyway it’s too late i’m off to India for two months with a few acquaintances ah there they’re see you once more then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a class-2 once they m god bless when clear La tache