#model lisa spencer

[mysandyb]

THE PERFECT BLONDE LISA SPENCER

[wrenwinchester]

I need a supernatural/Psych crossover fic in which rebellious 16/17 year old Shawn Spencer meets follows Daddy's word as law 14/15 year old Dean Winchester and tries to help him loosen up a bit and be reckless, but Dean is having none of that, and spills to Shawn about being left to care for 10/11 year old Sammy by himself, and Shawn immediately knows he's telling the truth, but doesn't understand why this kid doesn't resent his father, or why they don't just up and leave, and of course by this point Sam and Dean both know that no one believes them when they tell the truth about hunting, and Dean thinks Shawn knows too much already. (Also during this time, Dean and Sam get invited over for dinner at the Spencer's more, and sent back to the motel with containers of left overs. Dean definitely questions it, but never aloud and always makes sure the containers make it back to Shawn.

Cut to 16-17 years later (around supernatural season

5-6, psych season 4-5) maybe Lisa and Ben era, the three of them take a road trip to Santa Barbara, a little family vacation, during which, Dean runs into Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer and while he remembers the kindness he was shown, he is nervous about said psychic portion in Shawn's job description. He's not sure if he believes that Shawn is psychic, he didn't exhibit any signs when they were kids, but Sam didn't either. (He pushes thoughts of Sam away, trying to enjoy his vacation with his family, though it doesn't feel real without Sam.) But everything seems to point to Shawn being a true psychic, but Dean is out of the business, and Shawn seems to be doing good work. Eventually of course, a supernatural case hits Santa Barbara, and Lisa tells Dean to take care of it, knowing he would never forgive himself if he didn't. And of course the police require Shawn's help on said case, and shenanigans ensue before Dean finds out Shawn isn't psychic, and Shawn finds out monsters are real (he doesn't entirely believe Dean, but after being attacked, he starts to, but he doesn't want to know more.) and then Shawn asks how long Dean's been hunting etc. Then the entire vacation Shawn and Dean have been dancing around the where's Sam conversation, Dean not wanting to talk about it and all, and finally, Shawn asks straightforward, "Where's your kid brother?" And Dean just gets this look in his eyes, and Shawn knows. Not the extent, or circumstances, but he knows. And he just says, "he was a good kid, he's in a better place now." And Dean just shakes his head. "No. He isn't." Tearing up like that one scene in season 4.

End scene, and we cut to Lisa, Ben, and Dean in the car, probably not the Impala, because I don't see Dean driving it during that year without Sam. And it's late, Ben is asleep in the back seat, and Lisa is giving Dean his space, looking out the window as he drives.

And we see Dean practicing his smile for her and Ben, hiding just how much emotional pain he is in.

And cut to black.

Also, on another note, Shawn and Dean are why each other wears jewelry. Dean was wearing the samulet and older students were making fun of him for it behind his back and around Shawn and Gus, so Shawn started wearing his jewelry and people stopped teasing Dean, not that Dean ever knew about it, but still. And when Dean saw Shawn, he started wearing more (his bracelets, even other necklaces but he quickly loses those, being they're easy to grab onto by attackers/ monsters. and we get Shawn and Dean from their respective pilot episodes. (Shawn doesn't wear jewelry as much, at least not visibly, but still.)

[justanotheroutlastfanblog]

The Outlast College AU: the cast

Eddie Gluskin:

Eddie Gluskin (also known as "Ed" or "the groom" in a mocking way) is a failed pre-med student who switched over to fashion design and merchandising and is known for his "retro" style of dress along with his misogynistic behavior. He is a social outcast due to how he acts so despite his good looks and "charming" personality, he seldom ever gets dates or even respect from his other peers (functionally making him an incel). He is "friends" with Frank (although this is mostly just because Frank also happens to live with him) and that is really about it. And despite his bizarre standards for women and beliefs surrounding sexuality: he is dating Val who is the polar opposite of all of what he holds dear.

Frank Manera:

Frank Manera is Eddie's weed-smoking, whisky-drinking, grunge music-loving culinary school dropout roommate. Unlike Eddie, he is a social outcast by choice and actively chooses not to socially engage with other people or things. Frank is probably the most easy-going person you might meet partly due to the fact he is high all the time but also due to his "I really do not give a shit" attitude he has about practically everything. If it is not about his pickup truck, guns, food, weed, or the bands he likes he could care less. Frank is also occasionally seen at Crust-punk bars and other hole-in-the-wall places around MMU despite not being a student.

Val:

Val is a former member of the hyper-religious cult Temple Gate who once held the role of being the "mother" of all of the bastard children of its leader, Knoth, along with the orphans. She was unable to biologically produce children (functionally be a broodmare) so she took on the role of raising them instead. Val escaped the cult when she was 17 and attempted to bring others with her but was unable to. After her escape, she began to hyper-indulge in sex, drugs, body mods, and all of the other things she was never allowed to even talk about while living on the commune. She never got an education and instead opted to continue partying while also taking a job at a Spencers near MMU. She is dating Eddie Gluskin for reasons not fully understood. And despite her new life of freedom and indulgence, she is still on the run from the cult who does periodically attempt to drag her back. She still misses some members of the cult, specifically the children she cared for and wanted to take with her, but also deeply fears being dragged back too much to do anything.

Miles Upshur:

Miles is a journalism student at MMU who also works at the Spencers with Val. He is yet another stoner similar to the likes of Frank only with a significantly more conspiratorial slant. He is best friends with Waylon Park and frequently pulls him into his strange schemes and ventures (like when he goes ghost hunting in abandoned asylums or attempts to prove aliens exist). And much to his friend's horror: he overall lacks a sense of self-preservation and self-control which frequently results in him getting into a lot of dangerous situations.

Waylon Park:

Waylon Park is a computer science major at MMU and the unwitting best friend/accomplice of Miles. He is a lot more timid than his best friend and spends most of his time locked in his apartment streaming video games or working on various coding projects and actively avoids danger/confrontation. He is dating Lisa, a literature major, and is in a pretty steady relationship with her. Due to his more ambiguous appearance, he was mistaken for a woman and thus pursued by Eddie but that was quickly shut down when the truth was revealed and a restraining order was filed.

Rick Trager:

Rick Trager is an extremely shifty business professor teaching at MMU who may or may not be addicted to cocaine. The only reason he has not been fired is due to his tenure at the university.

Jermey Blaire:

Trager's equally as shifty/douchy TA who practically models himself after Patrick bateman.

Chris Walker:

Chris Walker is a former combat veteran going back to school after his time in the service. His exact major is unclear as it has changed several times. But due to his emence size and overall strength he is also a coveted member of the MMU football team. Chris does not have a particularly close relationship with anybody and only happens to know Miles because he had a class with him once (and in turn grew to dislike him as he came off extremely annoying).

Blake Langermann:

Blake is a fellow jornalisim major along with Miles and is a catholic school survivee. Blake is only mildly acquainted with the likes of Miles and Waylon and instead focuses a majority of his time on working on projects with his girlfriend Lynn who is also a journalism major. These projects are usually Exposes regarding local controversies or drama going on (along with the periodic serious human rights/civil rights violation). However, he will join Waylon and Miles on their bullshit adventures from time to time.

Father Martin:

He is the weird guy standing outside of MMU with a large sign only instead of telling people they are going to hell, he warns of the end times and weird ghost demons coming but it is unclear if he is for or against them.

Sullivan Knoth:

Is the leader of the Cult Val escaped from and one of the main antagonists in Val's life. He is functionally the same compared to how he is in the game minus the radio tower frequencies: he is just crazy naturally.

Marta:

Is funtionally the "Sister Cindy" of MMU. She, unlike Father Martin, does accuse all of the students of being whores and tells them they will burn in hell if they don't repent (and do so to Knoth's teachings). She is also the closest immediate threat to Val's freedom and safety outside of the cult given she is still actively looking for her (dubbing her "the Heretic").

Ethan:

The only person from the cult Val is still somewhat in contact with. He is too attempting to escape given his fading faith had the fact Knoth sexually assaulted his daughter and is denying his wife the ability to get cancer treatments as "only god can decide if she lives". He tried to leave with Val initially but had to stay behind in order to at least allow Val to escape and to protect his family.

Billy Hope:

Billy is a highschooler who has functionally adopted by the MMU football team and is "enrolled" at the school a year early so he can play football. His mother, Tiffany, more or less signed off on it due to the hefty sum of money she was offered to allow her son to play.

"The Twins":

Really creepy townies everybody avoids and can usually be spotted with Martin

Pauline Glick:

The asshole president of MMU who may or may not be taking bribes and doing a bunch of illegal shit along with Blaire and Trager

"Mother Gooseberry (Phyllis Futterman)":

Is a washed-up former children's TV host who later became an art teacher at MMU. She teaches several of the more "technical" arts classes such as sewing and technical drawing. However, she also teaches dental classes at MMU although not that many. It is unclear when or if she even got a degree in dental medicine. But given she is only teaching more "anatomy" based lessons and is not actually practicing medicine: it is looked over by MMU administration.

Leland Coyle:

The campus cop who is activly on a power trip, all of the time.

"The Pusher":

The guy who sells literally everybody drugs. Weed, coke, you name it, he has it.

[usafphantom2]

Here’s how two little Dents on the SR-71 Nose prevented Surface-to-air Missiles from Scoring any Hit on the Blackbird

The SR-71 Blackbird

In the 1960’s, the US Air Force (USAF) developed the SR-71 Blackbird, a plane that could travel more than 3 times as fast as the sound produced by its own engines.

SR-71 T-Shirts

CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

Throughout its nearly 24-year career, the SR-71 spy plane remained the world’s fastest and highest-flying operational aircraft. Flying at Mach 3+ from 80,000 feet, it could survey 100,000 square miles of Earth’s surface per hour. And in the off chance an enemy tried to shoot it down with a missile, all the Blackbird had to do was speed up and outrun it.

Its engineering was so cutting edge that even the tools to build the SR-71 needed to be designed from scratch.

Dents on the SR-71 Blackbird Nose

My Dad and former SR-71 RSO Richard “Butch” Sheffield (Butch was his nickname because of his haircut that he had back in the 60s) he used to point to the nose of the SR-71 Blackbird when we would meet him at the Udvar Air and Space Smithsonian Museum in Virginia. He would point to the dimples and say “This is really important but I can’t talk about it.”

He would smile.

Here’s how two little Dents placed on the Nose of the SR-71 prevented Surface-to-air Missiles from Scoring any Hit on the Blackbird

Richard Butch Sheffield and Bob Spencer

I could just tell he wanted to tell me but he didn’t.

My father and Bob Spencer flew in one of the most important missions in the SR-71 when they got the SA- 5 Missile Signal flying within inches of the Russian border. Getting that signal was very important for the defense of the SR-71.

No one ever shot down an SR-71 they never even got close. Speed and defense made it impossible.

According to former Blackbird pilot Col. Richard H. Graham’s book SR-71 The Complete Illustrated History of THE BLACKBIRD The World’s Highest , Fastest Plane, the nose section allowed the SR-71 to have radar-imaging capability with the advanced synthetic aperture radar system (ASARS), photographic imagery with the optical bar camera (OBC), or a ballast installed. The nose section was held on by faun-massive fasteners.

Here’s how two little Dents on the SR-71 Nose prevented Surface-to-air Missiles from Scoring any Hit on the Blackbird

SR-71 Nose Section

The Dents that prevented Surface-to-air Missiles from Scoring any Hit on the SR-71 Blackbird

However, my doubt remained unanswered.

What are those two little dents on the nose of the SR-71 Blackbird?

‘I’m assuming you’re talking about the two “dents” in the chines at the front part of the nose, one on each side? Those aren’t dents, those were put there on purpose for the more advanced ECM systems the Blackbird got in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s,’ says Kelly Pedron, an aviation expert, on Quora.

SR-71 print

This print is available in multiple sizes from AircraftProfilePrints.com – CLICK HERE TO GET YOURS. SR-71A Blackbird 61-7972 “Skunkworks”

‘There weren’t any good places to put the ECM receivers in the front of the aircraft, so those “dents” were put in the chine to allow the installation of ECM receivers there. If you’ll notice, the flat part of the “dent” is facing about 60 degrees forward, in order to cover that quadrant of the airspace around the aircraft. Earlier models of the SR, including the A-12, were more concerned with attack radar signals from the rear, so front-mounted ECM receivers weren’t as necessary at the time. With the advent of more advanced Soviet SAM systems, like the S-200 and S-300, a forward warning receiver and jammer were required, hence the development of the so-called ECM “dents” in the nose.’

Pedron concludes;

‘So, yes, those were put there on purpose; nobody accidentally taxied an SR-71 into a solid object.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Twitter X Page Habubrats SR-71 and Facebook Page Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

@Habubrats71 via X

[sodascherrycola]

Full Name: Melissa Lynn Kirkpatrick (nee Grant) DOB: November 13th 1977 Age: 47 years old Instagram: @melliegrantxoxo

Parents: Edmund and Louisa Grant Siblings: Isabella S/O: Christopher Kirkpatrick Married: June 14th 1999 (21 yrs old) Hometown: Evanston, Illinois Nicknames: Mel, Mellie, Lisa Best Friend(s): Emma Chasez and Marcie Fatone Job: Model Personality Traits: Introverted, Kind, Intelligent, and Hard Working

Children: Cameron Evan Kirkpatrick (24, 2001) Lola Spencer Kirkpatrick (27, 2004) Charlie Reece & Graham Tyler Kirkpatrick (30, 2007) Ava Michaela Kirkpatrick (35, 2012) Sadie Ashlynn Kirkpatrick (37, 2014) Hayden Marshall Kirkpatrick (40, 2017)

Appearance: - Brown Hair w/ Light Highlights - Green Eyes - Fresh blowout at all times - Perfectly symmetrical face, most beautiful woman in the world 2002

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.19

Beer Birthdays

Adrian Tierney-Jones

Five Favorite Birthdays

Benedict Cumberbatch; English actor (1976)

Edgar Degas; French artist (1834)

Anthony Edwards; actor (1962)

Max Fleischer; animator (1883)

Brian May; rock guitarist (1947)

Famous Birthdays

Yael Abecassis; Israeli model and actress (1967)

Muhammad al-Bukhari; Persian scholar (810)

Marianna Auenbrugger; Austrian composer (1759)

Paule Baillargeon; Canadian actress and director (1945)

Theo Barker; English historian (1923)

Buster Benton; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1932)

Heinrich Christian Boie; German author and poet (1744)

Lizzie Borden; accused murderer (1860)

Vicki Carr; singer (1941)

Allen Collins; guitarist and songwriter (1952)

Samuel Colt; inventor (1814)

Mark Crispin; computer scientist (1956)

A.J. Cronin; writer (1896)

Friedrich Dessauer; German physicist and philosopher (1881)

Atom Egoyan; Egyptian-Canadian director (1960)

Michael Fekete; Hungarian-Israeli mathematician (1886)

Thomas Gabriel Fischer; Swiss musician (1963)

André Forcier; Canadian director and screenwriter (1947)

Helen Gallagher; actress, singer, and dancer (1926)

Keith Godchaux; rock keyboardist (1948)

Alan Gorrie; Scottish singer-songwriter (1946)

Kevin Haskins; English drummer and songwriter (1960)

Joseph Hansen; author and poet (1923)

Samuel John Hazo; author (1928)

Pat Hingle; actor (1924)

Florence Foster Jenkins; soprano (1868)

Richard Jordan; actor (1938)

Gottfried Keller; Swiss author and poet (1819)

Aleksandr Khinchin; Russian mathematician (1894)

Lisa Lampanelli; comedian (1961)

Bernie Leadon; guitarist and songwriter (1947)

Robert Mann; violinist, composer, and conductor (1920)

John Martin; English artist (1789)

Charles Horace Mayo; surgeon, clinic founder (1865)

George McGovern; politician (1922)

Tim McIntire; actor and singer (1944)

Freddy Moore; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1950)

Ilie Nastase; tennis player (1946)

Alice Dunbar Nelson; African-American poet (1875)

Garth Nix; Australian writer (1963)

Jim Norton; comedian (1968)

Mark O'Donnell; playwright (1954)

Steve O'Donnell; screenwriter and producer (1954)

Jayne Anne Phillips; writer (1952)

Edward Charles Pickering; astronomer and physicist (1846)

Martin Powell; English keyboard player and songwriter (1973)

Arthur Rankin Jr.; animation director, producer (1924)

Tom Raworth; English poet (1938)

Miltos Sachtouris; Greek poet (1919)

Campbell Scott; actor (1961)

Elizabeth Spencer; writer (1921)

Percy Le Baron Spencer; microwave inventor (1894)

Sue Thompson; singer (1925)

Rosalyn Sussman Yalow; physicist (1921)

[thephoebeyates]

It was true that no one deserved a childhood that was less than a fairytale, and it was hard to really acknowledge how many people experienced a similar environment to Phoebe, or much worse. Her thoughts flitted to Foster and Seb, and felt momentarily bad for her own (if private) ‘woe is me’ spiel, but catching herself last minute with the reminder that trauma wasn’t there to be compared to. She nodded at Terry’s offer about talking, but wondered what she could possibly talk about now that would help? That would undone all the damage caused? She had come to terms with her less than stellar childhood a while ago, and talking about her mom meant talking about other thing, and didn’t want to drag in the extra messiness of her relationship with Spencer, a key player in the awfulness that Phoebe was exposed to, her savior from her childhood being the tormentor of her early adulthood.

“Thank you, uh, but I’ll pass for now.” Besides, it wasn’t fair. The professor was merely trying to enjoy their morning sketching birds, not to be an unlicensed therapist for all of Phoebe’s bullshit. “Is that you, over there?” She spotted a cabin in the near distance, assuming it was Terry’s, not being able to spot any other buildings amongst the foliage and trees. She didn’t mean to deflect, to turn the conversation onto a different track, it was just an in-built defense mechanism at this point.

She smiled as Terry shared about their father, or grandfather, whoever they considered ‘Papa’ to be. Anytime someone shared a bit more about their paternal role-models, Phoebe wanted to drink it all in, coveting something she never got a chance to experience. Lisa’s boyfriends never counted — not even Dale who was the one who stuck around until his utmost betrayal — so it was like a sneak peek into a world she was otherwise not privy to. “He sounds like a smart man, I’ve seen all types of rich and he really isn’t that far off.” From catering to working in the higher-priced stores in the local mall, Phoebe had many experiences with many different people, and it was clear when someone thought the amount of dollars in their bank account correlated to how they believed they could behave.

“I…that sounds interesting actually.” Wasn’t she told to explore works different from her usual interests to help her with her writing? “That’s really sweet, thank you. You make buildings that are also poems — I like that.”  The follow-up questions stumped Phoebe slightly, it all seeming a bit too deep for an early morning stroll in the forest, and she couldn’t help but laugh, it echoing out in the otherwise stillness of the woodland. “I mean, I don’t know if it’s an easy fix, but it’s funny how it’s hard to just…communicate, right? Like, it’s a simple thing everyone wants yet hard to deliver on? What, friends that I love? I do, yeah.” She confirmed with a nod, regarding Terry’s next question. “Do you?”

Yeah. Quite a lot. Basically raised myself in the end. Terry had pushed for the admission, but faced with this vague confirmation, they felt unsteady. They weren’t particularly perturbed by Phoebe’s reticence; up until half an hour ago, they’d been strangers. If anything, they felt a flush of embarrassment, having overstepped a boundary they hadn’t intended to cross. They had been content to sketch away in peace, the scratch of pencil against paper a comfort in the quiet. But it was they who had carried the conversation, who had invited Phoebe to follow their trail, who had nudged her into revealing a part of herself that might not have been theirs to ask.

“I’m very sorry to hear it,” they said, noting the weight of those three sentences. They glanced at the brown earth, recalling how the Carolina wren had camouflaged—folded—into it. Phoebe’s story needed no elaboration, at least in Terry’s presence. It might be too intrusive to dig anymore—to excavate volumes of the earth—without offering some honesty themselves. “No one deserves a childhood like that.”

A part of Terry would have liked to share their upbringing, marked by stretches of silence; their marriage, marked by the recklessness of youth; and their relationship with their son, marked by infinite regret. How it had hurt to be alone. How they’d made the mistake of defining loneliness not just as the act of going somewhere by oneself, but also as the act of being left behind. And their family’s tenement unit, the married couple’s apartment, the mother and son’s house in White Plains? Home had contorted into places where they could be left. A loss—a mockery—of its original function.

But all this, they kept to themselves. It would be unfair to superimpose the structure of their life with Phoebe’s. Each unhappy family was unhappy in its own way. The structure might have been the same, but they grew, developed, and interacted in different environments. “If you’d like to talk about it, I can help some.” It was too late for Terry. It might not be for Phoebe. They could only hope, with the heaviest of hearts, that it was not too late for Micah, too.

Their thoughts were disrupted by another mention of Saul, with all his big city charm, the first of many backward aches. “You can make that same argument with all big city boys,” they lifted their shoulders in a slight shrug, easing the tension that had settled in their spine. “Papa always said rich people could be charming or nice because they could afford to be. And they could be the opposite, too.” The Weissbergs had been kinder than most, but they remembered how their butcher father had fielded condescending remarks from those with surnames of New England ilk. Daniel and the new-moneyed Lowlysteins. Had the Lowensteins been a rung lower on the social ladder, would the Weissbergs have looked down on them too? It was a thought best relegated to the back of their memory. “I’m sure he’s been a good friend to you. We just don’t see him the same way.” And that was that.

Terry noted how Phoebe stood a little straighter at the mention of books, the subtle shift in her posture catching their eye. “Zadie Smith’s a good choice. My reading tends to be more academic, but there might be a few essays I can share with you if you’re interested. There’s one called A Pattern Language, and it talks about how architecture has its vocabulary, syntax, and grammar. The process of compressing patterns—making use of that economy of space—it's a bit like poetry. I like how he ends it. You make buildings that are also poems,” they remarked, realizing how much they’d taken up the conversation. “Just… if you want.”

“Do you think it’s an easy fix, then, communication?” They hummed in thought, the low sound vibrating in their chest. It might be true for most people, they supposed. But they found the whole talking thing a bit aggravating, how each word could easily be a misstep. “I understand, though. It can be all sorts of things.” Still, they can't help but ask, “Do you have that in your life, Phoebe? The second point.”

[dalekofchaos]

If there is another RE1 remake

I know it sounds sacrilegious cause the first remake is already perfect, but I want the game to be in the RE Engine and just to see the Spencer Mansion in today's graphics, especially AFTER VIllage. I really also want there to be a definitive ending where we can get the ending where Chris, Jill, Barry and Rebecca all survive together!!

I'd also love it if we can finally see D.C. Douglas voice Wesker in RE1 this time around!

But what else I'd like to see

Updated with the next gen graphics in the RE Engine, obviously

The atmosphere and tension of the Spencer Mansion in the new age and basically RE1 meets Village.  The visual aesthetic of Village’s Castle Dimitrescu for Spencer Mansion.

Better characterization. Flesh out all the characters. Improve the plot/story.

Chris and Jill’s campaigns to be separate and different, so by the time they meet at the end they’ve both had their own adventure, and you need to play through both to see both sides. Perhaps give Chris the mines and Jill the guard house. Expand the mansion, and when they separate at the start they pick up different keys and access different areas. That way they story would be canon regardless of what happens, and there would be some variety. Also have Rebecca and Richard as playable paths, similar to Sherry and Ada in RE2R. 

A playable Wesker mode with him having to move about the mansion and into the lab under a certain amount of time.

Also would like them to keep the REmake music (especially the save room theme), though they could always release a Deluxe Edition like 2R with the OG music too?

Additions. I would be happy with an entire new floor in the Spencer Mansion. Or making the Residence 3x as long. Adding a forest section, either during the opening and/or later in the game. Extended playable sequences for Rebecca and Barry -- different locations for each, like how the Orphanage was entirely new for Sherry in 2R. An abandoned greenhouse near the guardhouse with Plant-42 and similar experimentation , an extended cemetery with more tombs, a third floor in Spencer Mansion, more floors in guardhouse, etc.

Throw the players off by changing the keys and rooms

Zombies and every other BOW in the first game

Defense weapons and head stomping

Crimson Heads

Lisa Trevor(she could work like as a stalker enemy)

Same notes, but add in some new ones

All the puzzles, but mix it up

Just give us "One more second and you were ALMOST A JILL SANWICH" let Barry be the cheesy bastard that we know him to be

Stick with the REVIll face model for Chris, but younger and less steroids. Like how many faces can he wear?????

Stick with the RE3R face model for Jill, but don't let it look like she just got out of being dipped in the sewer

Potentially: include Zero in this. They could always add Rebecca as a third unlockable character after you finish the Jill and Chris storylines, so you can see her adventures with Billy. Maybe as a DLC? If they did, maybe revise the Marcus story too. The whole Opera leeches is stupid, so just have it be revealed that Marcus is acting on Spencer’s instructions by releasing the T-Virus, and maybe reveal that Marcus was behind the Arklay murders and that is why S.T.A.R.S. is sent to investigate. If Zero isn't included, either subtle hints that this isn't Rebecca's first time with zombies or retcon it (I'd hate to lose Zero though!).

More of Bravo Team. Possibly through flashbacks. Terrifying Forest zombie scene like in REmake. More details on Enrico.

More flashbacks to the Alpha S.T.A.R.S. members who didn’t make, like just see the Team in their office and see the good times before they are called on the rescue mission. 

Bonus costumes For Chris:Made In Heaven outfit, BSAA outfit, CVX STARS outfit For Jill:RE3 original and Remake, BSAA, RE:Resistance, and RE5 Battle Suit. 

A more subtle and mysterious Wesker. We all know he betrays us in the end, but maybe in Chris’ playthrough, show him helping us more throughout the game

As for how we could get the best ending aka all 4 members survive.

So my big idea to make this happen is this. If we play as Jill, Chris makes it to the mansion with us. Jill and Barry go and investigate, while Chris and Wesker are outside. They vanish. Richard will mention that Rebecca Chambers left the mansion after hearing Brad's radio and went to get help. We will later see Rebecca in the cell with Chris in Jill’s story. For Chris' story, Barry makes it to the Mansion. Chris investigates the gunshot while Wesker will say they will split up and investigate the Mansion and everyone vanishes. Later in the game before we get to the lab, there would be a dropped Barry's photograph. Later when we get to the cell, Barry will be in the cell with Jill. Barry apologizes to Chris for what he's done and Chris understands why he did what he did and he can help make things right. Ultimately in both playthroughs, all 4 S.T.A.R.S. members work together to fight the Tyrant until ultimately Chris or Jill destroys the Tyrant with the rocket launcher. It ends with all 4 members escaping in the chopper as the Mansion explodes.

[steliosagapitos]

             “Gelsomina (Jasmine)”, 1888, by Marie Spartali Stillman (British painter, 1844-1927).

        ~ Born 10 March 1844, Marie Euphrosyne Spartali was the youngest daughter of Euphrosyne and Michael Spartali, a wealthy and cosmopolitan merchant and later Greek consul general for London. Marie and her sister Christine and brother Demetrius were raised in a large house in Clapham, which became the centre of the Greek community in the 1860s. The Anglo-Greek connoisseur Constantine Ionides who patronised Burne-Jones and Rossetti and whose collection is now at the Victoria and Albert Museum, was a great friend of the Spartalis and it was probably this connection that led to Marie being 'discovered' by the Pre-Raphaelites. Marie was also a cousin of Maria Zambaco (née Cassavetti), Burne-Jones’ mistress and model, and Aglaia Coronio the confidante of both Rossetti and William Morris, and the three women were known as the ‘Three Graces’ after their Greek heritage and striking beauty. It is said that the Spartali girls’ debut was made in the late 1860s at a garden party in Tulse Hill given by relations of the Ionides family, where their arrival caused a stir among the invited artists. 'We were all á genoux before them and of course every one of us burned with a desire to paint them' recalled the artist Thomas Armstrong.The perceptive Graham Robertson described Marie thus, 'I always recommended would-be but wavering worshippers to start with Mrs. Stillman, who was, so to speak, Mrs. Morris for beginners. The two marvels had many points in common: the same lofty stature, the same long sweep of limb, the 'neck like a tower', the night-dark tresses and the eyes of mystery, yet Mrs. Stillman's loveliness conformed to the standard of ancient Greece and could at once be appreciated, while study of her trained the eye to understand the more esoteric beauty of Mrs Morris and 'trace in Venus' eyes the gaze of Proserpine.' (Ibid Robertson, p. 95) whilst the poet Swinburne exclaimed that she was ‘so beautiful I feel as if I could sit down and cry.’ (Thomas Armstrong, A Memoir 1832-1911, 1912, p. 195) Around 1864 Marie posed for a series of exquisite photographs by the photographer Julia Margaret Cameron and among the most notable costumed portraits of Marie are Hypatia, Mnemosyne and The Spirit of the Vine. She also posed for portraits by Watts and Prinsep and was painted by Spencer Stanhope as Patience on a Monument Smiling at Grief in 1887 (De Morgan Foundation). Marie was also the model for several imposing later works by Rossetti including Dante’s Dream at the Time of the Death of Beatrice (Walker Art Gallery), The Bower Meadow (Manchester City Art Gallery) and the unfinished Desdemona's Death Song (drawings at Birmingham City Art Gallery and the Collection of Lord Lloyd Webber). Gelsomina was exhibited in the year before Stillman exhibited her most ambitious watercolour The Enchanted Garden of Messer Ansaldo (sold Christie's, London, 10 December 2020, lot 4 for almost £875,000). It is a beautiful and characteristic example of Stillman's best-work, a single half-length study of a Pre-Raphaelite model with floral accessories. It is comparable with Madonna Pietra degli Scrovigni of 1884 (Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool), Cloister Lilies of 1891 (Ashmolean Museum, Oxford) and A Rose in Armida's Garden of 1894 (private collection). This format was based upon Rossetti's pictures of voluptuous female models painted in the 1860s and 1870s, such as Monna Vanna of 1866 (Tate) and La Ghirlandata of 1873 (Guildhall Art Gallery, London). The title translates from the Italian as 'Jasmine' - the flowers arranged in the hair of the model. Like Rossetti, Stillman chose models that suited her conception of female beauty and it is difficult to be sure who the model was for Gelsomina but it is probably that it was her twenty-three year old step-daughter Lisa who often appeared in her step-mother's pictures. Lisa had grown into an attractive young woman:‘She is the most beautiful girl I ever saw, everyone who sees her (male and female alike) goes wild over her, and it is no wonder. You can't keep your eyes off her, she is so beautiful. Besides great and unusual beauty, she possesses other charms. She is bright and pleasant and draws extremely well. 'JOSEPH LINDON SMITH, 1886 Eliza (Lisa) Ramona Stillman was born two days before Christmas 1865 in Rome which may account for the Italian title of the present work, although Italy was very dear to Marie as she spent many happy years there.Although there was a time when Marie Stillman was regarded as just a Pre-Raphaelite beauty who modelled for Rossetti, Cameron and Burne-Jones, her reputation as a talented artist has finally been re-assessed following the opening of several exhibitions devoted to her art and an excellent biography. She exhibited more than a hundred and fifty pictures during her lifetime and was arguably the most significant female Pre-Raphaelite, alongside Evelyn de Morgan. From its opening exhibition in 1877 Stillman had sent her pictures to the Grosvenor Gallery, the radical venue for Pre-Raphaelite and Aesthetic painters set up by Sir Coutts Lindsay and Charles Halle. However, by the late 1880s Stillman was disillusioned by the objectives of the Grosvenor Gallery. In the diary of William Michael Rossetti, 20 February 1888, he wrote; ‘Mrs Stillman dined with us. She means to abandon the Grosvenor Gallery and Sir Coutts Lindsay and to exhibit at the New Gallery conducted by Halle and Carr. She says that at the Grosvenor her direct relations were all with Halle and not with L[indsay]. She seemed to regard L’s prospects as far from good.’ (quoted in David B. Elliott, A Pre-Raphaelite Marriage - The Lives and Works of Marie Spartali Stillman & William James Stillman, Woodbridge, 2006, p. 152) Therefore Stillman sent Gelsomina (meaning ‘Jasmine’ in Italian) to the inaugural exhibition of The New Gallery set up at 121 Regent Street by former directors of the Grosvenor Gallery Joseph Comyns Carr and Charles Edward Halle. Many artists, including Watts, Leighton and Burne-Jones also abandoned the Grosvenor Gallery and supported The New. In the same exhibition as Gelsomina was Burne-Jones’ Danae (Glasgow Museum and Art Gallery) for which Marie was the model. ~

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Hi! Since you almost Guess everything right when it comes to tv series do you think that American Housewife is planning on making Oliver and Cooper a thing or is it just queerbaiting? I mean they always made jokes about them being together but this season they've been hinting at it a lot more so what do you think?

Whether it’s queerbaiting because they just really like making jokes about Oliver not being straight or because they actually want to have Oliver and Cooper get together I have no clue. Even if it is the plan to get them together I have a hard time seeing ABC approving two bisexual characters getting together before the series finale, if at all. That being said, it is undeniable at this point that the show is deliberately teasing Oliver and Cooper as more than friends. And it’s not like the vast majority of AH’s audience would have had any reason to think that Oliver’s sexuality is ambiguous or speculate that Oliver and Cooper may be more than friends if the writers didn’t introduce that ambiguity and encourage that speculation. 

In a structural sense, Cooper is effectively acting as Oliver’s love interest in terms of screen time and story lines much the same way Trip is for Taylor and Franklin is for Anna-Kat; if IMDB is accurate then Cooper and Trip are tied for most guest appearances at 29 eps with Franklin close behind at 25 out of 93 eps so far. AH has given Oliver romantic plots before such as his relationship with Gina and non romantic plots such as his friendship with Spencer but in order to do those kinds of plot lines again they’d have to reduce Cooper’s screen time. Of course, they’ve been doing the opposite with Cooper’s appearances and screen time steadily increasing starting in S3. 5x03 was also just the latest example of eps where Taylor and Trip, Oliver and Cooper, and Anna-Kat and Franklin all have plot lines and the ep ends with all 3 pairings hanging out which reinforces the notion that Cooper is acting as Oliver’s love interest.

The first time Oliver’s sexuality was touched upon was all the way back in 1x18 when Katie discovers his vision board with male models and a photo of Oliver and Cooper. Doris thinks Oliver is gay while Angela is unsure though she notes that he could be bisexual. This leads Katie to hope that Oliver is gay so they can go on a mother-son pride cruise in Greece. Oliver says he’s not gay and that’s it as far as I remember until S3 when Katie catches Oliver and Cooper trying on bras so they can learn how to take them off before hooking up with Gina and her cousin and Katie thinks that she owes Doris $20. The mother son-pride cruise isn’t brought up again until S4 when Cooper decides to tell his gf that he loves her. AH has always had fairly high continuity for a comedy but that’s a long time to wait to call back to jokes from the first season.

S4 ramps it up, starting with Anna-Kat getting Oliver a brochure on how to come out just in case that will cheer him up after tearing his ACL and then after working for Teen Help Line Oliver gets outed a gay by a closeted football player and Oliver rolls with it to show that the school would be accepting of gay kids which leads the football player to come out. We get Principal Albin referring to Cooper as Oliver’s boyfriend and in the season finale Katie says that Oliver and Cooper should get married so that she can see Lisa Vanderpump, who’s Cooper’s godmother, again. 

So far S5 has dialed the baiting up to 11, with Taylor in two eps calling Cooper Oliver’s boyfriend, Katie saying that it would be good for Oliver to marry Cooper and thereby marry into money, and Greg joking to Katie that they should get Oliver and Cooper a basket and a cd of whale noises (ie the same things they gave Taylor and Trip to encourage them to feel comfortable having sex at the Otto house). Taylor seems to sincerely think that Cooper is Oliver’s boyfriend and that their relationship is the same as her relationship with Trip. We’ve seen eps where Taylor and Trip and Oliver and Cooper have parallels starting in S3 with Katie being worried that Trip and Cooper are corrupting Taylor and Oliver and with Oliver and Taylor ditching class so they can hang with Cooper and Oliver. In S4 Greg asks Cooper and Trip to join in a recreation of an Otto family photo that they plan to re-take in 10 years, reasoning that they’ll both still be around then.

This isn’t meant to be an exhaustive list of the jokes about them but as we can see the writers really started the Oliver and Cooper couple jokes in S3 and have ramped it up in every season since. At the same time they’ve also deepened Oliver and Cooper’s friendship and now they’re roommates, business partners, and planning to go to Harvard together. And even this last ep, in between the jokes and the sit com wackiness of Oliver and Cooper acting like a married couple, we learned more about their friendship: like that they watch Below Deck together, that they know each other’s trigger words, and that Cooper always eats Oliver’s pizza crusts and gives his outfits final approval before school. If nothing else the writers clearly like writing Oliver and Cooper’s dynamic and have made it an increasingly important part of the show. There’s also the fact that the Otto’s clearly don’t believe Oliver when he says that he’s straight even though he’s had 3 girlfriends over the course of the show and his family knew about all of them. The line between furthering a long running gag and setting up an actual potential relationship keeps getting blurred the longer the show runs on. If this was a drama then I’d probably say that all this set up and development is because they do want to have Oliver and Cooper be more than friends but because this is a comedy it can’t be ruled out that this is all in service of a joke. I have no clue where it will end up but it will be interesting to see what happens. 

[andynortonuk]

LUCID | a short film from SUBLUNAR FILMS on Vimeo.

At an art school in the 90s, young outsider Mia (Caitlin Taylor) embarks on a morbid quest for pure self-expression when she creates a self-portrait for her classmates that ultimately reveals her true heart’s enchantment with the grotesque. 16 mins 37 sec

Directed by Deanna Milligan @sublunarfilms Produced by Deanna Milligan @sublunarfilms, Ramsey Fendall @sublunarfilms and Claire Robertson @clairerobertsonart Cinematography by Ramsey Fendall @sublunarfilms Written by Claire Robertson @clairerobertsonart Executive Producers Vivian Su + Elizabeth Yake @elizabethyake Composer Marta Jaciubek-McKeever @martamckeever Starring Caitlin Taylor as Mia @oakandbone Stacy Grant as Ms Wendy @stacyandthegang Georgia Acken as Little Mia @georgia_acken Peter Hoskins as Bernie Metta Rose as Agatha @mettarose Keith Picot as Hugh @keithpicot Christie Roome as Sister Anna-Maria @christieroome John Luna as Frederick Ferdinand @johnluna George William Lambert as Christof @georgewilliamlambert Goth Girls Nicole Bartosinski + @nicole.anna_ Sadie Dufour sadie_mariie + Jana Morrison janamorrison.getusedtoit Nathan + Abby Corpus as Sam + Sarah @abbycorpus.soprano @nathan.corpus Shane Strom as Squid @shane.strom Kane OScalleigh as Sheena @knockoutscallywag Elisabeth Hinshelwood as Veronique @lizardela Susan Ko as Marilyn the Life Model @susanko2116 Gene Sargent as Alberto @genetsarg Avalon Barber as Pinkie @avalonchey Rianne Delahunt as Charlotte @riannedelahunt Atticus Cohen-Yelle as Alex @acohenyelle Liz Colangelo as Receptionist mzz_lizzie Bobby Cleveland Butcher & Skater @crail_skatan Claire E Robertson as Bad Driver @clairerobertsonart Graham McDonald as Janitor @ug.mcd Jared Warren as Rolf Zander Jacobs + Sage Dyck + Mia Luna + Grace Fanstone + Chase Rhodes as Tipper + Naomi + Ellie + Pip + Kingsley Ben LaBarre Sparkle Brite Window Washer @bmovieben

Production Designer Claire E Robertson @clairerobertsonart Editors Deanna Milligan + Ramsey Fendall @sublunarfilms Associate Producers Margaret Sclafani + Abby Wang @razzmargo First Assistant Director Sonya Chwyl @sonyachwyl Second Assistant Director Anik Desmarais-Spencer @adspencer_ First Assistant Director (SaltSpring) Jesi Pearce Art Director Emma Banner @emamary88 Set Decorators Kris Banner + Samantha Harvey Set Dresser Rob Robertson @robr.yeti Camera Operator/Steadicam Guochen Wang @guochew 1st AC Aly Van Akker @alyvana 1st AC (SaltSpring) Jo Gaffney @jo.gaffney 2nd AC Andrew Dodd Clippingdale @doddseye Digital Imaging Technician Ben LaBarre @bmovieben Script Supervisor Amelia McCluskey @ameliamcclux Production Sound Patrick Coble + Bobby Cleveland @patrickcoble @crail_skatan Boom Operator Bobby Cleveland @crail_skatan Second Boom (Salt Spring) Cameron Proudfoot @proudfoot1975 Gaffer Karl Schoepp @schoeppfilm Key Grip Chris Akehurst Special Effects Supervisor David Springbett Props Claire E Robertson + Phil McCluskey + Ruby Lipsett @philmc Assistant Costume Designer Lily McCluskey @lobster.soul Costume Supervisor Beth Parker @bethrparker Costumer Christie Roome @christieroome Makeup Artist Ruby Jones @rubysfx Hair Stylist Mo Crété @hair.mocrete Hair Stylist (SaltSpring) Casey Troop Casting Director Lynne Carrow @lcarrow99 BTS Photos Michael Levy + Andrew Dodd Clippingdale + Bobby Cleveland @doddseye @crail_skatan Publicity Photographs Beth Parker + Danielle Acken @bethrparker @dlackenphotos Production Assistant Kahlila Ball + Yuxin Mao @kahlila.b Slime dance song “Black Sea” by Kellarissa courtesy of Mint Records @oceanelectro Sound Mix Kirk Douglas @kirkairdouglas Craft Services Lisah Smith + Jan Robertson + Darcy Graham @lisahloo @darcy_bishop_graham Colorist Sam Gilling @sgllng

Thank You Peggy Milligan + Rob Pingle + Lisa Alice Bailey + Hilary Watson + Melissa Cutshall + Jen MacLellan + Bob Twaits + Jason Stevens + Andrew Robertson + Paul Lloyd + Dawn Boudreau + Christie Roome + Rachel Irons + Dax Stringer + Fletcher Donovan + Jason Donaldson + Heather Hopkins + Patrick McCallum + David Corbet + Sandra Charge + Dave French + Annika Hagen + Carrie Oloriz + Julia Hutchings + Mearo + Emily Gooden + Melanie Mulherin + Diana Day + Patrick Ramsey + Kirk Irwin + Linnea Ritland + Veronika Kurz +Martin Tran + David Geiss + Daniel Carruthers + Julie MacKinnon + Sandra Smith

Special Thanks Victoria College of Art & Michel Matil Twig & Buoy Sparkle Bright Laundrette Country Grocer, Salt Spring Island Hey Happy Coffee Old Victoria Water Company Nick Orchard Ryan Dyck + Adrienne LaBelle, Mint Records Natasha Duprey Peter Foreman Danielle Acken & James Acken

Camera Red Gemini + Arri 435 4-perf Cooke 20-100 + Lomo standard speed lenses Shot on Kodak 5219 + 5298 @kodak_shootfilm

[artwalktv]

hsi.org/SaveRalph SAVE RALPH Written & Directed By SPENCER SUSSER Produced By SPENCER SUSSER JEFF VESPA LISA ARIANNA Cast TAIKA WAITITI RICKY GERVAIS ZAC EFRON OLIVIA MUNN POM KLEMENTIEFF TRICIA HELFER LIV TENNET Cinematographer Tristan Oliver BSC Editor Spencer Susser MODEL BUILD AND SHOOT ANDY GENT, ARCH MODEL AND FILM STUDIOS MODEL SHOOT ARCH FILM STUDIO Stop Motion Producer Lisa Hill Animation Director and Animator Tobias Fouracre Camera Operator Mark Swaffield VFX Supervisor Neil Riley Motion Control Stuart Galloway Justin Pentecost MODEL MAKING ARCH MODEL STUDIO Art Direction Andy Gent Modellers Christy Matta Stefano Cordioli Jade Gerrard Sofia Serrano Marina Ralph Andrew Saunders Kat Probert Patrycja Cichocka Angela Quartaroli Josie Corben Angela Pang Ofelya Ka Roddy Mcdonald Mick Chippington Mark Fisher Mitch Barnes Gary Welch Molly Cooper Florence Ford Roy Bell Elizabeth Riley Claudia Brugnaletti Executive Producer PETER KLINE - DONNA GADOMSKI - TROY SEIDLE Policy Advisor AVIVA VETTER Re-Recording Mixer…… Robert Mackenzie  Sound Editor…… James Ashton Sound Assistant…… Jessica Meir Additional Dialogue ……  Christopher Weekes VFX & Online…… Siamese Siamese Executive Producer…… Francesca Hope Post Co-ordinators…… Dana Harrold Ainsley Pettitt     VFX Technical Director & Lead Artist - Andrew Buckley VFX Artists - Kristen King - Antony Webb Color - Tim Stipan, Company3 Behind The Scenes Fuschia Kate Sumner - Ross Metcalf - Thomas Lee - Gary Blake Special Thanks Vanessa Buckley - Michael Gracey - Bob Wallerstein - Matthew Wallerstein - alldayeveryday - Jamie Hilton - Jessie Hilton - Howard Cearns - Emma Cearns - Jeffrey Flocken - Kim Davis-Wagner & Justine Arteta - Anna Frostic - Tom O’Connell Ohad Rein - Denson Baker - Grant Sputore - Nash Edgerton - Company 3

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

L: The Entertainers

La Rosa Negra (Black Rose) Professional Wrestler | La Vaughn Belle Various Media Artist | Laci Mosley Comedienne/Actress/Podcaster | Lanei Chapman Actress | Lark Voorhies Actress | Lashana Lynch Actress | Laura Harrier Model/Actress | Laura Kariuki Actress | Lauren Byfield Model | Lauren Ridloff Deaf Actress | Lauryn Ajufo Actress

Laverne Cox Actress | Laya Deleon Hayes Child Star | Laya Lewis Actress | Leah Harvey Actress | Leila Arcieri Model/Actress | Lena Horne Singer | Lena Waithe Writer/Actress | Léna Mango Model | Leonette Scott Dancer/Actress/Model | Lesley Ann Brandt Actress | 

Leslie Uggams Actress | Lidya Jewett Child Star/Actress | Lisa Berry Actress | Lisa Nicole Carson Actress | LisaRaye McCoy Actress | Lisette Malidor Dancer/Actress/Model | Lizan Mitchell Actress | Lizzo Singer/Rapper/Musician | Lolly Adefope Actress/Comedienne | Lolo Spencer Actress | 

Lonette McKee Actress | Lorraine Pascale Model | Lorraine Toussaint Actress | Loren Lott Actress | Loretta Devine Actress/Stage Performer | Lorna Brown Actress | LovelyOverdose Model | Lucy St. Louis Actress/Stage Performer | Lynn Whitfield Actress | Lyric Ross Child Star

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.19

Beer Birthdays

Adrian Tierney-Jones

Five Favorite Birthdays

Benedict Cumberbatch; English actor (1976)

Edgar Degas; French artist (1834)

Anthony Edwards; actor (1962)

Max Fleischer; animator (1883)

Brian May; rock guitarist (1947)

Famous Birthdays

Yael Abecassis; Israeli model and actress (1967)

Muhammad al-Bukhari; Persian scholar (810)

Marianna Auenbrugger; Austrian composer (1759)

Paule Baillargeon; Canadian actress and director (1945)

Theo Barker; English historian (1923)

Buster Benton; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1932)

Heinrich Christian Boie; German author and poet (1744)

Lizzie Borden; accused murderer (1860)

Vicki Carr; singer (1941)

Allen Collins; guitarist and songwriter (1952)

Samuel Colt; inventor (1814)

Mark Crispin; computer scientist (1956)

A.J. Cronin; writer (1896)

Friedrich Dessauer; German physicist and philosopher (1881)

Atom Egoyan; Egyptian-Canadian director (1960)

Michael Fekete; Hungarian-Israeli mathematician (1886)

Thomas Gabriel Fischer; Swiss musician (1963)

André Forcier; Canadian director and screenwriter (1947)

Helen Gallagher; actress, singer, and dancer (1926)

Keith Godchaux; rock keyboardist (1948)

Alan Gorrie; Scottish singer-songwriter (1946)

Kevin Haskins; English drummer and songwriter (1960)

Joseph Hansen; author and poet (1923)

Samuel John Hazo; author (1928)

Pat Hingle; actor (1924)

Florence Foster Jenkins; soprano (1868)

Richard Jordan; actor (1938)

Gottfried Keller; Swiss author and poet (1819)

Aleksandr Khinchin; Russian mathematician (1894)

Lisa Lampanelli; comedian (1961)

Bernie Leadon; guitarist and songwriter (1947)

Robert Mann; violinist, composer, and conductor (1920)

John Martin; English artist (1789)

Charles Horace Mayo; surgeon, clinic founder (1865)

George McGovern; politician (1922)

Tim McIntire; actor and singer (1944)

Freddy Moore; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1950)

Ilie Nastase; tennis player (1946)

Alice Dunbar Nelson; African-American poet (1875)

Garth Nix; Australian writer (1963)

Jim Norton; comedian (1968)

Mark O'Donnell; playwright (1954)

Steve O'Donnell; screenwriter and producer (1954)

Jayne Anne Phillips; writer (1952)

Edward Charles Pickering; astronomer and physicist (1846)

Martin Powell; English keyboard player and songwriter (1973)

Arthur Rankin Jr.; animation director, producer (1924)

Tom Raworth; English poet (1938)

Miltos Sachtouris; Greek poet (1919)

Campbell Scott; actor (1961)

Elizabeth Spencer; writer (1921)

Percy Le Baron Spencer; microwave inventor (1894)

Sue Thompson; singer (1925)

Rosalyn Sussman Yalow; physicist (1921)

[hollywooduniversityalumnus]

6. with a little dignity

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“If you expect to ever have a career anything like mine . . . which, let’s be real, you shouldn’t . . . You’ll have to handle Hollywood’s high-pressure environment with the grace and aplomb of a seasoned veteran. You must be prepared for anything,” he’d warned them in class, less than twenty-four hours before he made a complete fool of himself in front of his students.

In all his years as a professor at Hollywood University, Thomas had never been successfully pranked on April Fools Day, and he fully intended to keep that record. His students weren’t known for their ingenuity, so the tactics they employed were often derivative and predictable, like the slimy paint bucket drop that his Thesis Lab students rigged above his office door every year like it was tradition. He took pride in seeing through every attempt, and in recent years made it a habit to try and thwart the plan while it was in action, by either getting someone else afflicted by the prank or halting it in its tracks.

(And, while he despised April Fools Day, the memory of tricking Hiromitsu into activating the “watercolour paint balloon bot” brought a smile to his face every time he thought of it.)

But, of course, Miss Schuyler and some of her entourage (which included Bianca Stone for once, which admittedly surprised him) had to take a shot at the king. He honestly would’ve been disappointed if they hadn’t planned at least one go. They had been so transparent from the get-go; it was almost laughable.

But it wasn’t he who had the last laugh.

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He had confronted the pranksters by the now-shattered skylight on the quad, slow clapping their efforts and crowing about how he’d been steps ahead the whole time. He took pleasure in their dejection, even brandishing the silver key he’d stolen from Margot during his heroic lunge to save her from the toppling bookshelf. And then he declared the prank over, that “he has never successfully been pranked, nor would he ever be.”

Hopes dashed, Bianca Stone, Lisa Valentine, and Ethan Blake slowly maneuvered past the gaping hole edged by broken glass. He watched them scurry to his side, relishing their devastation.

And then Margot spoke.

“Oh, darn. We really didn’t expect our plan to fall through.”

Ethan, who had paused by Thomas’s side, cocked his head to the side.

On Thomas’s other side, Lisa’s eyes flitted to Margot’s for a moment before turning her attention to him, her blindingly glossy lips pulling into a pout.

“Yeah, Professor Hunt, you sure caught us in the act!” She faked a sniffle.

He rolled his eyes at Lisa’s theatrics. “Stop moping around and come along. You lost! Accept defeat with a little dignity.”

He began to turn, but Margot spoke once again.

“Sorry, Professor,” she said, as if she meant it. “We’re coming.”

And, so quickly that he had no time to comprehend it, Margot began to maneuver around the skylight towards him when she slipped and disappeared through it, vanishing into the smoke slowly billowing out from below. Her scream, so sharp and shrill, chilled his blood, and he couldn’t hold back his shout of anguish.

“Margot!”

She didn’t respond.

He rushed to the skylight and tried to squint through the smoke, but it was useless. The fog machine he’d installed to thwart their plan was a powerful one. Its haze obscured the screening room below, and as it leaked out to the quad, made it nearly impossible to see through the broken skylight for any signs of Margot.

His heart felt frozen in place.

“Margot!” he called again, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. In that moment, surrounded by her shocked friends, staring into the abyss, he felt painfully helpless.

Ethan placed a hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “Professor . . .” His mouth was turned downward, a deep frown that the typically professional agent never wore upon his face.

Thomas turned his head to look at the agent. “Quickly, Ethan, downstairs! We have to get-”

Ethan shook his head. “Professor. Listen. It’s too late.”

Lisa’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears. “There’s no way she could have survived that . . .”

Even Bianca, being Bianca, seemed downcast. “She’s gone.”

He stepped back from the skylight and threaded his fingers in his hair, disheveling the neatly combed and gelled locks he so carefully cultivated every day. His heart was now at a racehorse gallop beneath his suit. He felt as though the floor would meet his face shortly.

“I . . . I never told Margot . . .”

That he knew it was her at the charity masquerade.

That he was proud of her and her achievements in such a short time.

That he felt something too.

He raked his fingers over his face in frustration. He hadn’t felt such a mix of emotions in years. A conflicting cocktail brewed in his stomach, twisting it with anger and guilt. He didn’t know if he would cry or throw up. Didn’t know if-

“Tell me what, Professor?”

At the sound of her voice, he whipped around.

Just outside the library doors, Margot stood, hands on her hips, flanked by Spencer “Crash” Yamaguchi and his entourage. The smile on her face was smug in a way he didn’t like, but he was happy – though shell-shocked - to see her anyway.

“How?” he forced out weakly.

At his words – well, word – the three students by his side instantly burst into cheers, joined quickly by Spencer and his equally self-destructively daring crew.

Margot simply raised an eyebrow. “Did I just successfully prank the Thomas Hunt? Mr. ‘I-Will-Never-Be-Pranked-Successfully’ himself?”

“I believe you have,” Ethan snickered. “Is this the proudest moment of my life? Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He pulled out his cell phone and began furiously tapping away. “So many people owe me money now.”

Spencer and his friends whooped and descended onto the quad, doing quick jumps and flips over benches and potted plants. One ran onto the grassy knoll and began beating on his chest with his fists like an ape man, causing a small gathering of birds in the nearby tree to take flight.

Thomas clenched his jaw as Lisa and Bianca began circling him like dodos, chanting their victory cry inharmoniously. “We pranked Hunt! We pranked Hunt! We! Pranked! Hunt!”

In all the cacophony, he stared Margot down as if he’d never seen her before. She had managed to do what many failed at. As much as he wanted to contest their words, say that he never actually thought she was gone, he knew already it was futile. From the commotion her friends were stirring, and how fast some of them were typing on their phones, it would be common knowledge by his next class with them that he had been had. No point in trying to dispute it.

How had she done it? he wondered. Was Spencer and his friends waiting mere feet below the skylight, ready to catch her? Had they maneuvered a trampoline or curtain to break her fall?

At the latter thought, he scowled. They better not have torn down the projector screen.

Margot came closer.

“Miss Schuyler,” he said, moving to meet her in the middle, and thus breaking free from Lisa and Bianca’s strange dance. “I-”

“Accept defeat with a little dignity, Professor.”

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The Hollywood 101 class he taught the next day was almost intolerable.

Ethan and the other witnesses of the “prank to end all pranks” (as someone not-so-aptly put it) spread the news at an astonishing pace. They were all reaping the benefits of the successful trick, with Ethan collecting small wads of cash from students who had deeply believed that the attempt would fall apart like all the others, Bianca trying to claim the entire prank as her sole idea, and Lisa chanting that discordant cheer when Spencer and his crew regaled their side of the story.

All the while, Margot sat a little further away from the crowd, talking animatedly to Addison Sinclair with wild gesticulation that Thomas was unsure of how to go about interpreting. It didn’t seem like she was discussing the prank, though she was the main executor of the successful portion of it, and when he looked again, he was surprised to see Miss Sinclair close to tears.

Another roar of laughter came from the more crowded area in the lecture theatre, and Thomas shuffled a stack of papers rather aggressively against the angled wooden lectern. The loud laugher quickly sputtered into low giggles, then stopped once the students saw the icy expression on his face.

“Nothing on your desks except a pencil.” He picked up a stack of Scantron sheets and held them aloft, eliciting a groan from the crowd. “I hope you spent just as much time doing the required readings for this week as you did plotting juvenile – and unsuccessful – pranks.”

“Not all were unsuccessful,” a student stage-whispered, triggering another ripple of low laughter quickly squashed behind palms and sleeves. Lance Sergio tried to disguise his as a coughing fit, but, as he was a model major and not an acting major, failed miserably.

Thomas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Stepping out from behind the lectern, he divided the Scantrons into smaller stacks and handed them to the students in the front row.

“Take one, pass it back, you know the drill,” he said flatly. “You’ll have an hour, and not a second longer. You’re all free to leave-” me alone, he thought, “-once you have finished. Tests and Scantrons without names and student numbers will receive automatic zeroes.”

Then he retrieved the thicker stack of papers, the quiz booklets, and began handing them out at random. He recently made the decision to administer different versions of his exams with different questions and answer keys.

Although it generated a lot of extra work for him, it seemed to thwart attempts at his students cheating off one another, which ultimately reflected well on him and poorly on the students who hoped to coast through the class with minimal effort.

Once the tests had been distributed, he set a timer to be displayed on the projector screen and sat down at his desk to catch up on some grade recording.

The first chair screeched against the floor twenty minutes later. In that time, he had finished the files he needed to update and had begun drafting an email to the headhunter he had contacted a few weeks earlier. He’d also set up the two metal baskets in which they were to hand in their test papers.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a small hand tipped with light blue nail polish precariously drop the papers into the appropriate baskets.

Before the student had even stepped away from the desk, Thomas reached for the baskets and took the papers from it, glancing at the sheets to make sure they were completed.

The Scantron was neatly filled in appropriately. The booklet was similarly appropriately filled. But she’d also included in the quiz booklet . . .

“What is this, Miss Schuyler?” he asked lowly, trying his best not to alert the other students.

At his question, she froze in place. Though she immediately feigned a nonchalant expression, he instantly saw through it.

“What is what?” she whispered back.

He dropped the papers back into the baskets and leaned forward.

“My office. Noon.”

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He found her waiting in a stiff metal folding chair in the hallway, a whole ten minutes before she was due to meet him there. She followed him warily into his office and immediately sunk into the seat facing his desk, like a lamb to the slaughter. He took his sweet time adjusting the angled wooden doorstop to keep the office door cracked at fifty-five degrees, removing his suit jacket and hanging it on a foam hanger that hung by the hooks near the door, removing his cuff links and rolling up his sleeves, and logging into his office computer.

Once he was situated and had no more delays, he looked her straight in the eye and brandished her yet-to-be-marked test papers before them.

“What is this, Miss Schuyler?” he asked again.

She crossed her arms over her stomach, trying not to look at him.

“I asked you a question. Twice now. I do not like repeating myself.”

Biting her lip, she leaned forward and flipped the booklet open, turning to the blank lined pages and sifting through them until she came to a stop.

Not all the back pages were blank, and he saw it right away.

“Explain yourself.” He straightened up in his seat, quietly savouring the feeling of his luxurious, buttery leather office chair after having sat in the lecture theatre’s wooden monstrosity while waiting for the last few students to finish their tests. “What did you hope to accomplish with this?”

“Did you even read it?” Miss Schuyler’s voice was quiet, her demeanour the opposite of the smug, smirking young woman from the day before.

He frowned.

She turned the booklet around and slid it across the desk. He glanced down, then turned his gaze back to her.

“It’s an apology,” she said, to fill the air around them with something that wasn’t silent staring. “For yesterday.”

Silence.

He made no move to read it.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Why . . . are you apologizing?”

Her face twisted in confusion. “I upset you. I – I broke your record. My friends have been running amok since it happened, telling people. I humiliated you.”

His shoulder rose and fell in one swift motion. “You did.”

“You’re not mad about it?” she asked incredulously.

He let out a short, sharp huff.

“I’m mad about it,” he said. “But I don’t understand why you’re apologizing.” He leaned back in his seat and sighed. “I hate to admit it, but I have to; I did not see it coming.”

“It wasn’t planned,” she admitted, and leaned forward a little in her seat. “You seemed so sure that our prank was over, and Crash and his friends were already in the screening room looking for us. And you were just so – so smug, it was driving me mad! So, I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

And then her and Miss Valentine’s words echoed back to him.

“We really didn’t expect our plan to fall through.”

“You sure caught us in the act!”

In hindsight, God, it was so painfully obvious.

He squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his temples. “How did I not see that? Hear that?” he muttered to himself.

She smiled, a fraction of the mocking one he’d seen in the quad the day before. “Too busy gloating in your short-lived victory.”

“Right.” He nodded curtly. “Well done.”

She nodded towards her test booklet. “Is that all I’ve been called in here for?”

“No.”

He stood, then walked around his desk until he was by her left side. He looked down at her, studying the curious expression on her face, committing it to memory.

“I didn’t get a chance to say it before your friends went buck wild. But listen here. You may have won that day, Margot.” He leaned against the desk, appearing casual even with his deepening frown. “But mark my words . . . I always have the last word.”

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Later, when Thomas had returned home and began his usual tedious task of marking up the tests for the day, he saved Margot’s for last. And, after he was armed with his third glass of vintage merlot, he flipped to the not-blank page at the end of the booklet.

Professor, Thomas, Professor, Professor Hunt,

I’m sorry for pranking you and making you worry about me yesterday. I know there were better ways to go about it. I hope the other students and faculty go easy on you about it; it really was a last-minute decision and could have very easily gone wrong, so I understand your concern and justified anger.

Honestly, it was nice to see that you were worried. Makes me feel seen. Matter. Like I could disappear, and someone will actually care enough to look for me.

Anyway.

Sorry.

x Margot

P.S. Sorry about the projection screen, too.

P.P.S. Sorry about the skylight, too.

P.P.P.S. If you were just faking being knocked out by the shelf, does that mean you felt me trying to slap you awake?

P.P.P.P.S. Sorry for slapping you.