#old operating theatre

[critterofthenight]

so i'm gonna travel to london about a week from now with my friends, and planning what we'll see is kinda annoying bc they wanna visit 💂🏼‍♂️🎡🇬🇧🧙‍♂️👑london and i wanna visit 🌆🕯🪦🩸🔮london

[metamatar]

hindu fash watch all from the month of december 2024 as of december 10th.

muslim man goes on a possible date with hindu colleague, cops and local bjp arrest him. her mother has to intervene and okay it.

high court judge makes hate speech targetting muslim children and uses slurs

muslim couple forced to sell their house after all their neighbours protest against their purchase of it

[tjjamess]

To YOU he’s just a 192 year old dead revolutionary medical student who represented the logic of the revolution who lived much more normal than his counterpart, who was more human than man, the homo to vir, who liked the word citizen but preferred the word man and would gladly say hombre, who read everything, did theatres, followed lectures, explained the functions of artery’s, followed science, deciphered hieroglyphics, broke stones to look inside them, drew silk moths from memory, corrected the dictionary, both asserted and denied nothing, daydreamed, who was involved in issues of education, wanted society to raise intellectual and moral standards, believed that the narrowness of teachings and the scholastic prejudice would turn collages into artificial oyster farms, who was well-read, a purist, precise, polytechnical, hardworking, imaginative, who dreamed of trains and better surgical operations and fixing cameras and electric telegraphs and steering hot air balloons, who was the guide to the leader, who was not incapable of fighting but would rather be gentle, who wanted neither halt nor haste, who would rather let progress take its course rather than worship and incite revolutionary adventures, coolheaded but pure, methodical but irreproachable, phlegmatic but imperturbable, and who believed ‘good must be innocent’

To ME he’s everything

[lovelytsunoda]

wisdom teeth // oscar piastri (headcanons)

summary: oscar's girlfriend gets her wisdom teeth out

pairing: oscar piastri x female! reader

warnings: mentions of surgery, wisdom teeth, anesthesia....you know, just dental surgery related things

author's note: i lost the picture i normally use for my headcanon dividers and its pissing me off because i can't be bothered to go to an old set and save it again....maybe its time to rebrand slightly.

he’s such a lover boy!! so attentive for the whole day and recovery period

drives her to the appointment in their Kia suv, something far more sensible than Oscar’s McLaren is, with the sole purpose of making sure she’s comfortable on the way home

he doesn’t leave the surgery once during the procedure. even though they’re told that it will be at least three hours to remove all four teeth, he simply takes a book out of his backpack and camps out in the waiting room

holding her hand while they wait for the anaesthesia to take effect, and kissing her on the forehead before he leaves the operating theatre

he wanted to say but the surgeon said ✨ not on your life✨

so there he is, reading mark webbers autobiography in the waiting room

when she comes out of surgery, she’s not delirious like he had feared

just fucking tired

“hey sweet girl, lean on me. let’s get you to the car. how about we stop for milkshakes on the way home?”

shes bundled up in blankets, groggy as she pushes the seat back, indie rock on the radio and oscar's hand reassuringly rubbing her thigh

shes asleep by the time he gets to the mcdonalds drive through

he has to carry her inside, securely tucking her into their bed and leaving the milkshake on the nightstand

watching tv in the other room at a low volume so he can hear if she wakes up or if she needs anything

helps her shower to wash off the hospital smell, holding her tightly and whispering how proud he is and how good she is

stroking her hair as they eat soup together while watching something mindless on netflix before she falls asleep in his arms halfway through an episode of monk

makes sure she takes all her painkillers on time, drinking lots of water

waits on her hand and foot, even days later when she’s almost fully recovered

“babe, I’m going for a girls night!”

“like hell you are. are you sure you’re well enough? the surgeon said it could take a week. your stitches still need to dissolve.”

“Oscar, it’s just a few mocktails and manicures.”

“fine. but don’t overdo it. no vodka, no sharp foods and no boxing classes at least until Monday.”

“okay, dad.”

but she’s smiling as she says it

Oscar just wants to take care of his pretty girl, and make sure she has everything she needs to get better

[hederasgarden]

Okay you’ve mentioned several times about Scott’s breeding kink, so I just need to know how he’d react when he finally knocks his girl up. Or how he’d be with a pregnant reader, especially if they’re with Storm Par or Tyler’s crew and is out chasing storms all day

On Tuesdays my movie theatre does $6 movie tickets and with reading all your Scott and Tyler stories I’m thinking I need to go see Twisters again!

I love this ask so much!

This might surprise people who think I'm going to say he’ll become all mushy and sweet, but I think he’ll turn into an even bigger asshole. His worst qualities will come out during this time because there are so many variables he can’t control and deep down he's worried about you and the baby but probably not able to articulate it. This will manifest as him trying to exert even more control over the situation to manage his anxiety. Expect him to argue about you being out in the field with Storm Par, especially if it’s storm season. He'll have 100 different reasons why it's unsafe and won't relax until you're sitting safely in your office.

You’ve been with Scott long enough to understand how he operates, and you know his actions are driven by his desire to keep you and the baby safe and healthy. That doesn't make him less annoying though because as soon as he finds out you're pregnant, he’ll be reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting and diving deep into the latest research. Once he’s armed with all the facts, he’ll obsessively monitor what you’re eating and doing, quoting the book chapter and verse.

Those prenatal vitamins you picked up at CVS? He’ll throw them straight in the trash and tell you to take this fancy brand you’ve never heard of, claiming it’s verified by an independent lab and superior to your drugstore brand.

That cute little mobile you want to hang over the crib? Absolutely not — it’s a strangulation hazard. The old bassinet your aunt wants to give you? That’s going in the trash too because, from an engineering standpoint, it looks structurally unsound and is probably covered in lead paint.

He’ll be annoyingly confident about everything right up until the moment the baby is born. When the doctor hands him his son and he looks down at that tiny, scrunched-up face, all he feels is a wave of panic. How are the two of you supposed to take care of this fragile little thing? This is a person, not a problem to be solved and accounted for.

He’d never outwardly panic, but he knows you can see through him when you say his name softly and reach for his hand. 

"Look at me," you'd whisper, smiling at him — tired, sweaty, and beautiful after going through hell to bring his son into the world. You would look so at ease and happy that suddenly Scott would know everything would be okay because you’d be right beside him.

Together, you've got this.

Talk Shop Tuesday

[vintagelasvegas]

Moulin Rouge Hotel & Casino

May 1955, opening week. Photo by Loomis Dean.

Timeline, in progress ...

‘54: Las Vegas City Commission approves construction of Moulin Rouge, 3/29/54. Moulin Rouge was launched by a group of partners including New York restaurateur Louis Rubin, Beverly Hills developer Alexander Bisno (Bisno & Bisno), and smaller investors.

‘54: Jul. 16, Groundbreaking.

‘55: May 24, MR preview opening and debut Tropi-Can-Can show in the Cafe Rouge Theatre Restaurant; public opening on 5/26/55. Moulin Rouge Associates (owners) include Bisno, Rubin, Henry Bisno, among a group of over 20. Possible other owners include Joe Louis (2%), Joe West, Aron Blum, Edna Shulman, and Mark Lipsky. African-American staff include Joe Louis, host; Sonny Boswell, former Harlem Globetrotters, general manager; Jimmy Gay of Las Vegas, personnel director. "The hotel portion of the Moulin Rouge is not fully completed as yet" (RJ 5/27/55). MR "late show" starts from the opening of the hotel – "There's a great late show every night of the year at Moulin Rouge" (advertisement, RJ 5/24/55)

‘55: Jun. 1, first known lawsuit against MR from contractor, Lawrence Hawthorne. (RJ 6/1/55)

‘55: Oct. 5, City of Las Vegas threatens MR license unless finances and owners are disclosed.

‘55: Oct. 10, MR closes following legal action taken by Bartenders Union Local 165 and Culinary 226 over unpaid wages.

‘55: Oct. 19, MR files petition for bankruptcy.

‘56: Nov. 27, Bankruptcy sale. Lone bid of $470,000 rejected.

‘58: Nov., Leo Frey (Leroy Investment Co.) awarded the hotel by court. Frey, “a sizeable investor in the original corporation which owned the hotel and the partnership which operated it” (RJ 11/25/58). Frey is denied gaming license, reopens hotel and coffee shop. Other individuals later denied gaming license “because of unsuitable backgrounds of the landlords Leo, Herbert, and Karl Frey” (RJ 3/21/69).

‘85: Joe & Sarann Preddy, and Joe Walker lease Club Rouge and the bar.

‘90: Preddy & Walker group takes over ownership from Leroy Co., secures liquor and gaming license.

‘92: Moulin Rouge listed on National Register of Historic Places.

‘97: Sold to Bart Maybie.

‘03: Fire destroys much of the property.

‘04: Moulin Rouge Development Corp. buys property.

‘08: MRD Corp. files for bankruptcy.

‘09: Olympic Coast Investment takes ownership; another fire; sign donated and moved to Neon Museum; tower demolished in 2010.

‘12: OCI files bankruptcy.

‘17: Fire; last remains of MR and Montemartre Motel demolished.

Photos of Moulin Rouge

Moulin Rouge's opened with the Tropi-Can-Can house show as featured entertainment, no headliner. Las Vegas resorts usually had two shows per evening, or a third late show on weekends. Moulin Rouge's Tropi-Can-Can included a late show every night – 8:15 PM, 11:15 PM and 2:15 AM. The revue in May 1955 included Stump and Stumpy, The Platters (Reed, Lynch, Williams, Robi, Taylor), Timmie Rogers, Margie McGlory, Teddy Hale, The Honey-Tones, Ann Weldon, Bob Bailey as master of ceremonies, and 20-27 dancers (sources vary) including Delcenia Boyd (16 years old), Norma Tolbert, Dee Dee Jasmin, Mary Louise Randolph, and Anna Bailey (28 y/o). The Platters recorded their hit version of "Only You" a month before the opening of Moulin Rouge, and the record was released summer '55.

Moulin Rouge Show Girls Arrive in Vegas. Review-Journal, 5/9/55.

5/23/55 – Jay Florian Mitchell Photo Collection, Nevada State Museum.

Sources include: City to Hear Both Sides. Review-Journal, 7/6/54 p2; Vegas' Newest Hotel Moulin Rouge Opens. Review-Journal, 5/25/55 p3; Capacity Crowd. Review-Journal, 5/27/55 p1; City Threatens Moulin Rouge License Over Ownership Fuss. Review-Journal, 10/5/55; Another Suit Against Spa. Review-Journal, 10/7/55 p3; Moulin Rouge Re-Financing Sought After Casino is Closed. Review-Journal, 10/11/55; No Action Against Spa Licenses. Review-Journal, 10/20/55; Couple trades parcel of land to get Moulin Rouge Hotel. Review Journal, 1/26/90; Earnest N. Bracey. Winter ‘96. The Moulin Rouge Mystique: Blacks and Equal Rights in Las Vegas, Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Vol. 39, No. 4, p. 272-288; Nicole Raz. Light Touch Needed. Review Journal, 8/7/2016; An Interview with Katherine M. Joseph (OH-00979), Mary Louise Williams oral history interview (OH-01991), and Anna Bailey oral history interview (OH-00096), UNLV Special Collections & Archives; William H. “Bob” Bailey. Looking Up: Finding My Voice in Las Vegas (2009).

[scotianostra]

Thomas Sean Connery was born in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh on 25th August, 1930.

Big Tam, as he was affectionately known around Fountainbridge in his youth, well he was Tommy until his teens, when he shot up in height and stature, at one point he entered a bodybuilding contest, he was 6'2″ at the time, weighed around 14 stone, had a 48-inch chest, 25-inch thigh, and his arms were 15.25 inches.

His first job was as a milkman with the St Cuthbert’s Co-Operative Society in Edinburgh. I would think he would have delivered the milk on a horse drawn carriage, the stables for these horses was in the are he grew up, were in Grove Street, where I used to live the main offices for St Cuthbert’s still stands round the corner on Fountainbridge.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

A few more facts about Sean are he has a tattoo on his arm that state “Scotland Forever” he got when he enrolled in the Merchant Navy, he was discharged from that job due to stomach ulcers, between jobs he was a nude model for art students at Edinburgh College of art, again not to far from Fountainbridge. Other jobs he took up were, a lorry driver, a lifeguard at Portobello swimming baths,a labourer and a coffin polisher!

I think it is interesting Connery never strayed far from Fountainbridge in his younger days, indeed when he decided that acting was a career he was going to pursue, it was the nearby Kings Theatre he got a job helping backstage, he was also competing in bodybuilding competitions at this time and while at an event in London he learned that there were auditions being held for South Pacific, he was picked to appear on the chorus line but as the production toured the country he was making his way up the ladder.

By the time it hit Edinburgh he had the part of Marine Cpl Hamilton Steeves and was understudying two of the juvenile leads, and his salary was raised from £12 to £14–10s a week, when the production was reprised the following year he had the lead role on the tour, taking over from the actor Larry Hagman, who played the part in London’s West End.

Connery never looked back from there and of course the role of James Bond catapulted him to international stardom, Ian Fleming though was against him getting the part initially, he said Sean was “unrefined” and not what he had in mind, Sean soon won him over though and Fleming later admitted he was an “ideal” Bond.

A few of the parts Sean either didn’t get or turned down are Gandalf, in the Lord of the Rings series of films, he said he never understood the books and also wasn’t keen on 18 months of filming in New Zealand. He also turned down the chance to play the role of the Architect in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. Sean was asked to portray King Edward I in Braveheart, but was too busy working on Another film at the time, Patrick McGoohan took the role instead, I’m sort of glad he never played Longshanks.

His 93rd and last film was 2003’s The League of Extraordinary Gentleman - although he officially retired in 2006, although he was temporarily tempted back to do the voice of Sir Billi in the animated adventure comedy of the same name.

Sir Sean Connery passed away in his sleep on 31st October 2020 at his home in the Bahamas, his son said he had been unwell for some time. The official cause of death was pneumonia, heart failure and old age, his death certificate revealed.

In a career spanning over 50 years, Connery earned an Academy Award, multiple Golden Globes, including the Cecil B. DeMille and Henrietta Awards, as well as two British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) awards.

I've posted more pics than I normally would, firstly to show that Sean was much more than the first Bond, but also because the Scottish public, had and still have a big connection and love for the big guy.

Sean Connery 25th August 1930 – 31st October 2020.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Reginald Marsh, Cabaret, 1938. Tempera and pencil on gessoed panel.

The painting’s subject, Casa Mañana, was a nightclub at 50th Street and Seventh Avenue, equidistant between Times Square and Carnegie Hall in the center of the theater district. In 1938, the Club was owned and operated by the flamboyant entertainment impresario Billy Rose. Fortune magazine commissioned Reginald Marsh to paint a picture of the interior during a performance for a full-page illustration in its planned article, “Put Their Name in Lights,” an examination of the very substantial business of the William Morris Agency, the “oldest theatrical agent in the U.S.” The article ran in Fortune’s September 1938 issue. …

Fortune accompanied the illustration in its September 1938 issue with a text explaining that vaudeville, “with its old-time acts has almost vanished. But variety as an entertainment form lives and thrives in theatre restaurants like Billy Rose’s Casa Mañana … The roster of artists who passed through Casa Mañana in its brief year-and-a-half run (it closed in May 1939) illustrates Rose’s ability to present the talent that the people wanted to see: Helen Morgan, Abbot & Costello, the Three Stooges, Jimmy Durante, Bert Wheeler, Betty Hutton, Louis Armstrong, and Millie Picon among many others with orchestras led, at various times, by Vincent Lopez, Louis Prima, and Paul Whiteman. …

In classic Marsh fashion, the artist focuses his attention on a few figures of special interest. In the left foreground, a waitress leans over in conversation with a male patron. Behind her, a waiter makes his way through the crowd, holding aloft with one uplifted arm a tray with food and drink balanced high over his head, an acrobatic feat as much a part of the nightclub show as the activity on the stage. Two women and a man share a table near the stage, all watching the show intently. A bottle in an ice bucket sits adjacent to the table, the economic engine that made this whole scene a working business model. The patrons are dressed neatly in street clothing, the ladies with everyday hats. They are decent but there is no show of finery. While Billy Rose was famous for glamorous showgirls and as much bare skin as the law would allow, he also had an enduring fondness for vaudeville-style family entertainment. The two performers on the stage appear to be some version of acrobatic dancers, the excitement in their performance the result of breathtaking agility and grace with nothing to arouse either the libidos of the audience or the attention of the licensing authorities.

Photo & text: Hirschl & Adler Galleries

[irenespring]

Daniel...do not pretend to be asleep Daniel I know your tells. No, I am not waking you for no reason, I have a reason. You have deceived me. You told me there were no prominent American vampires to fear. I now have reason to suspect that is false. You are aware that I follow various luminaries on the website Stumbling, I think it is called... They have painted me and my erotic form and in return they have my eternal devotion and "reblogs." They have informed me via a hastily assembled image of two gay men exchanging love declarations and current mortal news events there is to be a public political spectacle called a "debate" on September 10th where a murder will be committed. Yes, a murder. Isolated reports indicate that the woman, Kamala she is called, is going to subject the old one to...I wrote this down...a "one-sided slaughter the likes of which we have never seen before on live television" and that she may "vivisect him in front of a live audience" or "rip out his heart and lungs and display them to a moderator." This sounds very much like my work at the Theatre. Is it possible there is a vampire coven operating in plain sight? When I look through my iPad I see she may have attempted contact via texting. You told me those were automated messages but perhaps she believes I have spurned her and broken the code. I do not need more enemies right now, Daniel, now that Lestat is planning to tour and you have agreed to feature him in a film. Do you think she will be appeased by a sum of American dollars to her coven campaign?

[ratherembarrassing]

2025: week 6 and 7

previously, on ratherembarrassing, our heroine was fleeing the mothercountry for the new world...

around the world in thirteen days: so all up, i made my way through every timezone in 13 days. i... don't recommend it, i don't think. it's possible that it was less good because, uh, i didn't sleep for 2 weeks, but who the fuck can say. in any event, onward to the ununited states!

newark!: the calmest airport in the entire country?! the cute little monorail to the train station?!?! the complete lack of signage about the two different train operators and the requirement to get a completely different ticket for each????? i will never fly anywhere else ever again if i can help it.

wet dream tomato: that congestion tax really is working because the streets of midtown were quiet at midday. the vibe was really off until hours before i departed when i saw what looked to be an eight year-old smoking. a shout out to myself for dropping a pin in the three theatres i was seeing shows in on maps and booking a hotel in the middle of the triangle, because that was, actually, sweet as fuck.

theatah!: oh, mary! (lyceum theatre, broadway). as previously said, laughed so hard i nearly peed my pants in a new york theater. as not previously said, i also sucked every bit of myself up and stage door'd in the rain and told betty gilpin, through the power of close proximity, that i love and adore her. go see this.

and then i bought a coat: this truly was an endeavour. the half abandoned basement of a macy's in brooklyn could well have been where i met my end, but i lived to see another h&m and the sweetest sales girl in the world found me the last remaining coat in all of the eastern seaboard. getting this home became a whole thing.

bagel bagel bagel!: so many bagels, the most enchanting of which was one filled with birthday cake flavoured cream cheese from a BTS (the band???) themed bagel store. new york, you are so weird and i love you so much. honestly, because of the weather i was really committed to just not leaving a 4 block radius if i didn't have to (alas, brooklyn) and just wringing the weirdest shit out of those four blocks was incredibly fun. i've been visiting new york for eighteen years and lived there for long enough to pay rent three times, and i've never spent so much time in times square, but i had a fun snowy time.

also, tho: you get mobile signal with data on the subway now?!?!?!?!

theatah!: sunset blvd (st james theatre, broadway). i actually have an entire post in me about this so i'm going to just say that you are free to picture me in the world's largest puffer coat, snoopy style, attempting to melt into the floor as nicole scherzinger said she liked my good luck babe hat as it quietly midnight snowed all around us. byeeeee. (go see this, oh my god go see this!)

theatah!: death becomes her (lunt-fontanne theatre, broadway). i did not know destiny's child's michelle williams was in this until she appeared and i very rudely said out loud, oh my god that's destiny's child's michelle williams. regardless, i was three for three with bangers on this trip. go see this.

go west! life is not peaceful there: absolutely nobody appreciated the moment we were all standing on line for an aggressive pat down by the tsa at jfk when wind beneath my wings started playing over the pa system. i was not amongst my people at all, so i had to leave. on the way, i visited texas for a grand total of 5 minutes. please picture me running off my plane, dashing 3 gates down the terminal, hugging @xactodreams, and running onto the next plane.

a brief interlude: once again they let me drive on the wrong side of the road. they probably shouldn't. why are the traffic lights only on the other side of the intersection. hertz does this thing now where you can just wander around the lot and take whatever car you want, which was more stressful than anticipated.

conclave conclave: this is, actually, the entry for @tgifemslash, my beloved little gay con that you too could attend if you want to do things like, uh, sit in a circle for an hour raving madly about the various wonders of 2024 movie of the year conclave. at this point in our story i had slept very little and was about to commence 3 nights of approximately zero sleep before 4am.

taco taco taco!: i admittedly have historically not been a fan of most mexican food, entirely because it's just not good in australia. in the hands of @wanderson20 mine eyes have been opened to the glory.

traditional shoutouts: clark street diner (my favourite place on earth). the grove (why do i always end up here) (i had to buy a suitcase). erhewon or however the fuck it's spelled (i joined a cult). the nice woman at the qantas desk (thank you for not charing me to check my second suitcase (see grove, the)). panda express (lax's international terminal's only good quality).

oh also: kbox karaoke in a deserted strip mall at 9pm on a sunday in an otherwise entirely empty karaoke place is, actually, it. were there other patrons for a brief window of time, howling on the other side of the wall, or was that the ghosts of patrons never.

SHE GETS THE JOB DONE: swerved 20 minutes out of my way and paid homage at the chappell roan billboard. shout out to the other person there doing the same thing. then i had to go home :(

and then a hero comes along: entire row of seats to myself, love of my life. it's such a rare treat these days to commandeer three tiny, shitty pillows and three gross blankets, strap yourself awkwardly to a bench slightly too short for even your shortass body, and drug yourself into unconsciousness for 11 hours. amen.

and then nothing good ever happened again the end au contraire.

cannibal club!: the yellowjackets is BACK, BABY! the severance/yellowjackets double feature is the only reason to get up in the morning, tbh.

a little brunch: little molli's (abbotsford). the smoked pork neck french dip is to die for, but the blood orange cream soda is to live for.

if anything else happened, i will never remember it, good night.

[ilyasorokinn]

new york islanders

* = from a prompt list

mat barzal !

imagines,

✷ cries in the night - the barzal’s recently welcomed their second child.

✷ minor procedures - mat ends up spending his birthday morning in the hospital.

✷ operation woo - y/n is sydney martin’s younger sister, so obviously matt is gonna be protective of her, his younger sister. on a spontaneous trip to new york, you meet his teammate mat. 

✷ dad strength - y/n and mat had a baby girl during quarantine. she was unexpected to say the least, but a wonderful surprise. y/n brings her to her first game when he’s a few months old, which just be the stanley cup finals. 

blurbs,

✷ a whole jug of water - y/n passes out and almost gives mat a heart attack.

✷ beautiful blushing bride - mat has a stupid idea that y/n doesn’t think is too stupid. *

✷ forever - mat and y/n know they only want each other forever. *

✷ happy birthday, harpoon - y/n and mat’s daughter turns 1. (ig edit included) *

✷ until tomorrow - mat and y/n are going different ways, but for 1 day, they want to just be together and live in the moment. *

✷ stick to your day job - y/n begs mat to bake her something, but when she finally eats it, she realizes she was probably wrong to ask him to. *

✷ drunken love confessions - while drunk, mat confessed his love for his best friend. *

✷ welcome to the family - after witnessing a crazy family argument at dinner, y/n’s nervous mat’s gonna run, but he surprises her and stays. *

✷ daddy’s boy - little liam is a daddy’s boy 110%, so whenever mat leaves, a war ensues every time. *

✷ chill pill - mat comes over to hang out, but y/n’s working on a final, so mat does his best to get her attention.

✷ disney adult - mat goes to disneyland for the first time and becomes a disney adult.

✷ not a normal routine - mat has a day off and wants to stay home. y/n doesn't and has to go to work. even though he wants her to stay home, he helps her get ready.

✷ theatre kid - mat barzal is secretly a theatre kid at heart.

✷ grand romantic apology gesture - after getting into an (stupid) argument and they leave things on bad terms, y/n flys out to support mat for game 2 and to apologize.

✷ not the way we wanted - after the loss, y/n does her best to comfort mat.

✷ winnie martin’s favorite person - y/n is winnie martin’s favorite person. *

adam boqvist ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

✷ off limits - y/n is kirby’s younger sister. kirby tells everyone she is off limits. everyone listens to him. everyone but adam.

✷ traitor - a fic based on “traitor” from olivia rodrigo’s sour album. (from the “sour” series)

blurbs,

✷ a dog sitter? - y/n and adam on are their second date when y/n gets a call from her sitter. *

noah dobson ! (no longer write for)

blurbs,

✷ besties - y/n and noah are “besties”. two besties who are hopelessly in love with each other, but are completely oblivious to each other’s feelings. *

✷ winner - after getting his first hat trick, y/n’s there to celebrate with him. *

ilya sorokin !

blurbs,

✷ babysitting duties - y/n is put in charge of babysitting her niece and nephew, but when things get a little out of control, she has to call in some reinforcements.

✷ lockscreen - y/n “accidentally” sees ilya’s lockscreen, which is a photo of her.

✷ supportive boyfriend - y/n is in a band, and ilya plays the role of the supportive boyfriend by handing her merch out to his teammates.

✷ date - it’s their first date.

series,

✷ sorokin, party of four - ilya sorokin, and his life with his two kids, mila and victor. 

oliver wahlstrom ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

✷ wally the bear - sophia wahlstrom misses her dad a lot, so y/n gets her a special gift to help with missing him.

✷ lit up like a christmas tree - y/n and oliver live on opposite sides of the country, so as a little holiday surprise, oliver decides to fly out and surprise her. (part of “taylor’s 14 days of christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ special toothbrush - oliver comes back from a roadie, and tells y/n about how he almost lost his luggage and his special toothbrush. *

✷ all part of the plan - y/n surprises oliver at a game after telling him she wouldn’t be able to make it. *

✷ spring break - over spring break, y/n visits oliver in new york, and the goodbyes are always the hardest. *

✷ “borrowed” - y/n “borrows” oliver’s clothes, and plans to give them back with conditions.

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[kirain]

Saw your comment on a post about Sound of Freedom and I came here to say.....shame on you. Shame. On. You. Since when is child trafficking a political issue? Since when is calling pedophilia bad a political issue? If you have a problem with this movie then maybe YOU'RE the problem. No better than the big Disney fat cats who tried to suppress this movie and keep it shelved. Or theaters messing with the ac and saying seats are sold out when they're empty. Shame on you! God's children are not for sale!

I wish people would do a little more research on this topic. If Hollywood and the "powers that be" didn't want this movie being seen, it wouldn't have been released in over 3000 theatres countrywide. It's being shown in major and minor locations all across America and Canada, and the vast majority of those locations aren't having any problems.

Case and point, my own mother and her friend went to see it last week and everything was fine. No issues whatsoever and the seats were packed. The movie isn't being "suppressed". This is all a marketing gimmick from the production company Angel Studios, a Christian streaming service. The movie is jam-packed with lies and only serves to glorify Tim Ballard, the man the movie is based on, and Christianity as a whole. I truly wish this wasn't political, but it is. They made it political.

Tim Ballard has provably exaggerated or fabricated many, if not most of his "rescues", and his organisation, Operation Underground Railroad, has been widely criticised by professional anti-sex trafficking organizations (including other Christian-based ones) for years. He has accumulated millions of dollars for his so-called "non-profit" organisation, and he runs several for profit organisations on the side. Most of this money is presumably pocketed by Ballard and his cohorts, as millions is unaccounted for and only a sliver goes to OUR. It's not about "saving children", it's about money and spreading Ballard's religious ideology.

This is compounded by the fact that Ballard, before he left the CIA, was almost always the last officer to arrive on any scene where child sex trafficking was involved, yet he somehow has hundreds of stories where he's singlehandedly rescued children. In fact, the "true story" the film is based on, where Ballard apparently saved a five year old boy—who, by Ballard's own account, ran up to him, hugged him, and begged to be taken away—didn't even happen. According to court receipts from the arrest and trial of Earl Venton Buchanan (the pedophile in possession of the little boy), Ballard arrived at the scene long after the boy was rescued and taken into custody, and he was barely involved. The documents can easily be found online under the San Diego incident reports.

Ballard was also caught lying about saving one particular girl named Liliana, the literal poster child for OUR. As it turns out, Liliana rescued herself by escaping her captors when she was seventeen and being trafficked in New York. Even more egregious, every time Ballard told her story, he would lower her age to garner more sympathy ... as if her being seventeen wasn't sad enough. In one instance, he claimed she was 14. In another, he claimed she was 11. Ballard also exploited Liliana's story as a reason for needing stricter border patrols and a better wall, despite the fact that she was being abused in America. There is no evidence to suggest OUR had anything to do with her rescue.

Ballard and his "organisation" have even ruined entire legitimate rescue operations in other countries and put children at risk, like in the Dominican Republic, where he endangered the lives of 26 girls by playing vigilante, being followed around by a camera crew, and causing a shootout that effectively traumatised the children he used as a prop to lure in buyers. His response to the mishap and rightful criticism by the Dominican police was basically, "Well ... you win some, you lose some."

The children were released without receiving any therapy or rehabilitative care, and Anne Gallagher, the leading global expert on the international law on human trafficking, said that OUR has an "alarming lack of understanding about how sophisticated criminal trafficking networks must be approached and dismantled" and went on to call the work of OUR "arrogant, unethical, and illegal". Those children easily could've been shot and killed. This occurred in 2014, but Ballard still insists that his "rescues" be filmed, and he even pitched it as a reality TV show. His reasoning for this, he says, is to "spread awareness", but we all know it's because he loves the spotlight.

Entire law enforcement agencies have actually cut ties with or even condemned OUR, such as Washington State Law Enforcement, as a result of Ballard's proclivity to conflate child sex trafficking with consensual adult sex work. Ballard and OUR regularly set up sting operations and lambasted the men who showed up for kink play, publicly branding them as pedophiles, even though the men in question were under the impression that they were meeting for sex with consenting, adult women. This led to several lawsuits against OUR, all of which they rightfully lost.

Ballard's means of gathering intelligence is also questionable, as he, by his own admission, sometimes consults psychic mediums for information on missing children and asks where they're being held captive. I genuinely wish I was joking about that.

The main actor in Sound of Freedom, Jim Caviezel, also has ties to the Qanon movement, and Caviezel himself is a hardcore conspiracy theorist. He believes that Donald Trump is "the new Moses" and that "liberals [literally] drink the blood of children". This is ironic, considering Caviezel and Ballard both met Trump several times, yet never pressed him for information regarding Epstein's client list. Moreover, Caviezel and Ballard both donate to the Catholic Church, which funds the largest child sex trafficking ring on the southern border and has a history of rampant sexual abuse of children. Even more insane, Caviezel admitted to watching child porn, to apparently "get in character" for the movie. He claimed that if Ballard had to watch it, it only "made sense" that he'd have to watch it, too. To "motivate" him to fight child trafficking.

...Alright, bud.

Surprise, surprise, both men are also outspokenly anti-LGBTQ+, despite the fact that children/teens in that community are statistically more likely to be trafficked. The majority of child trafficking is not the result of random kidnappings, as the movie would have you believe. The majority of children are actually recruited into sexual exploitation by a family member or friend/boss. The majority of those children are also not generally passed around in Mexico, like this racist, white savior-oriented movie would have you believe, but they actually either stay in or end up in America. America is, in fact, the largest consumer of child porn and child sex slaves this side of the globe (and nearly the largest producer), yet the movie depicts almost every pedophile as Mexican or some other non-white race.

At the end of the movie, Ballard comes on screen and asks people to donate/buy tickets for others, so that the movie can spread awareness. This is why so many seats in certain theatres are empty, despite websites saying the seats are sold out. Whether or not Angel Studios is also shadow purchasing tickets to boost sales can't be proven, obviously, but I wouldn't put it past them. These "conspiracies" have all served to market the movie and boost ticket sales.

As for Disney trying to keep the movie shelved, that's also a lie. Yes, Disney did technically shelve the movie when they bought Fox, since it didn't exactly correspond with its family-friendly brand, but they had no problem with the movie being released under a different studio. The actual reason Sound of Freedom was in "production hell" for five years was because Tim Ballard kept trying to milk donations. Despite the fact that filming wrapped up in 2018, he kept asking for more and more and more. He used people's faith and understandably emotional response to something as wicked as pedophilia to rake in millions. That's what Ballard is really about, money and stardom. In the movie, there's even a post-credit message where Jim Caviezel says the movie was held back to "maximize its distribution and raise awareness about child sex trafficking".

Translation: Ballard greedy.

Ballard himself admitted the accuracy of this movie "isn't important", and that he just wanted to get the movie out to "spread the word". By that, he of course means the Christian word—but why should fighting child sex trafficking be tied to religion? At the end of the day, Sound of Freedom is a vanity project, and it spreads incredibly dangerous misinformation. Stranger still, Ballard left the OUR just prior to the debut of Sound of Freedom, a fact he's neglected to mention in every interview regarding the movie. It's not clear why he left, but it seems that he fled after an internal investigation into the organisation began. That's not too suspicious or anything. My guess is authorities are trying to find out were all that missing money went, and Ballard doesn't want to be there when they figure it out.

By the way, that final line you hit me with; "God's children are not for sale", the line from the movie that Ballard claims a fellow agent whispered to him while on a case, as well as the title of the movie, which another agent supposedly said to Ballard after a giant rescue operation—those were lies, too. No agents ever said that to him. The police reports for those cases, as well as the agents Ballard supposedly quoted, all said he was the last to arrive on the scene and those conversations never happened.

Ballard cannot be trusted and Sound of Freedom is based on a lie. It's a scam. Everything he does is a scam. All he cares about is spreading his ideology, making money, and looking like a superhero. And this is only the tip of the iceberg. Look into his other companies, and into the ex-military soldiers and police officers who left OUR because of how poorly trained their people are when it comes to rescue operations.

Every sane person knows pedophilia and human trafficking is wrong, but giving your money to Qanon-adjacent, right-wing leaning, LGBTQ+-hating, Catholic Church-sympathising, fame-chasing, money-hungry, perpetual liar Tim Ballard isn't going to help.

The best way to help out is learning about the signs of child trafficking. Keep an eye out for any children that might be getting abused. If you suspect something, report it, don't be a silent bystander. Volunteer within your community to make sure the children in your area have food and resources, support LGBTQ+ youth, and watch the other adults around you to ensure they're not acting inappropriately. You can also donate to social programs that create safe spaces for children and even apply for jobs that specialise in these fields. Don't go to see a movie just because it aligns with your religious beliefs, feel sad for a little while, then sit on your ass and let Tim Ballard handle everything.

[hawkeified]

The Things that Lurk. Chapter One.

Slow burn Steve Harrington x Newby daughter.

Julie Newby was a normal girl. Attending School, worrying about Chemistry tests, working at the Hawk Theatre with her best friend. Until Will Byers disappeared, and everything changed. And her life would never be the same.

November 6th 1983

Julie Newby was a simple girl. In a simple town. Hawkins, Indiana was slow, quiet, and incredibly boring. Uneventful. Nothing ever happened.

She was currently working a evening shift at the Hawk Theatre, busy serving fellow classmates. Her work colleague, and best friend, Robin Buckley, was actively chatting about her dream of seeing Europe, and what she dubbed operation croissant. Julie adored Robin with all her heart, and was grateful for a friend like her.

Julie stocked up the candy options, as Robin refilled the popcorn containers, so they were ready for the next day. Once everything had been tidied, and cleaned, the two friends clocked out, and headed outside the cinema.

Julie checked her watch, and sighed. 8:30pm.

‘See you tomorrow Rob.’ Julie hugged her friend, ‘Get home safe’ Julie squeezed her friend’s hands softly, before moving back towards her bike.

‘You ready for Mr Kapinsky’s test tomorrow?’ Robin asked. Julie groaned, causing Robin to laugh. ‘As ready as I’ll ever be’

Robin and Julie both cycled to work, as neither had their license yet, but both lived in opposite directions of Hawkins.

Robin lived on Mt Sinai Street, with her hippy parents, as an only child. Julie, on the other hand, lived next door to the Hendersons on Cornwallis. She often babysat Dustin to earn extra cash if needed, but Julie didn’t actually need the money because she adored that kid.

The bike ride home was long, and spooky. Something felt off. Unusual. Julie squinted, and noticed a small figure in the distance. The full moon in the sky shadowed the figure in darkness.

Will Byers passed Julie, and smiled at her. Will was a shy, soft little boy, who loved to colour and play games, such as dungeons and dragons.

Will peddled on, towards his home. Towards what he thought was safety. Julie heard a loud noise, and Will’s tiny whimper behind her, and Julie braked hard. She turned around, looking, but the road was completely empty.

‘Will?’ ‘Will?’ Julie called out. No reply. Just the November night breeze whistling.

Julie frowned concerned, but as the wind blew harder and colder, Julie decided to head home. She shivered against the cold wind, and gripped her bike handles tighter.

Finally, she managed to make it home to the two bed, two bath house, where she lived with her father Bob Newby.

Julie was the product of a short lived fling between the young unmarried couple. Her mother Mary Fredericks, was only 18 when she had Julie, and died in a car accident when Julie was 3. So her dad was all she had ever known. And she wouldn’t change it for the whole world.

‘dad. I’m home’ Julie called out, closing the front door.

‘hey pumpkin, how was school and work?’ her dad’s voice sounded from the kitchen. Julie smiled, as she placed her bike keys in the bowl by the front door.

‘It was good dad, same old same old. How was your day?’

Bob answered her question, and proceeded to give her a hug. ‘Goodnight pumpkin. I’ll see you in the morning.’

‘Night dad.’ Julie spoke as Bob entered into his bedroom.

Julie picked up the phone and called the Byers household. Ring, Ring… Ring, Ring… Ring, Ring… hi, you’ve reached the Byers family, we aren’t hear right now, please leave a message.’ Joyce’s sweet voice was transmitted through the speaker. Julie sighed, and hung up the phone. Will is fine. He’s fine. Julie thought. God I hope he’s fine.

Little did she know that he wasn’t. And this was just the beginning.

Julie Newby was a simple girl. In a simple town. Hawkins, Indiana was slow, quiet, and incredibly boring. Uneventful. Nothing ever happened. Until it did. And Julie’s life was forever changed, in both good and bad ways.

author notes:

thank you, thank you, for reading. this is my first time publishing my writing, and I’m excited to share Julie’s story, and how she interacts with the other characters. Any likes, re blogs and comments are greatly appreciated, thank you 🥰

[mariacallous]

CUT DEEP into the innards of the southern front, Ukraine’s first underground hospital feels like something out of a James Bond movie. State-of-the-art gadgetry begins with admissions. Wounded soldiers arrive directly from the battlefield: in cars, ambulances, quad bikes, or whatever else can carry them. They are assessed and colour-coded into modules by urgency: “red zone” cases for immediate operations, “yellow zone” for other treatment. Alongside an operating theatre, enclosed in steel barrels several metres below ground level, is an intensive care unit. There is a ventilator, and even a laboratory for blood tests. The centre is set up for sophisticated operations: bone repair, soft tissue reconstruction, and even arterial bypass surgery.

In military jargon, this is a “role 2” facility, the second of four treatment tiers from frontline triage to tertiary hospital care. Doctors move people on if they can. Those stable enough are whisked off to “role 3” facilities, approximately 30km away. The rest are treated and stabilised here, a little over 10km from the contact line. The hospital’s immaculately joined wooden beams—chosen over concrete to soften shrapnel in the event of a Russian strike—project a deceptive warmth, like being in a Scandinavian sauna. The drones and glide-bombs that terrorise the skies outside make clear that this is not a place to relax. Ukraine’s medics are here, underground, not by choice. Like the soldiers they treat, they are among the hunted.

Evhen, the underground hospital’s chief medical officer, grunts at any suggestion that Russia might follow the Geneva conventions, which forbid targeting medical units. “They don’t even know what it means,” he says. To the Russian military, doctors are “force multipliers”—they patch up soldiers and send them back to fight, take a long time to train and are hard to replace. Ukraine now tells its medics to remove any markings that might set them apart. “If you put a red cross on a car, you’ll be fired on within 15 minutes.” The goal is still to get wounded soldiers from the frontline to a role 2 treatment unit within an hour, but drones drag out the process, often for hours. The delays often mean life or death; limb or no limb. Leave a tourniquet on for more than a few hours, and tissue damage is irreversible.

Ukraine believes survival on the battlefield is the key to regaining the edge in a war that has become largely attritional. The underground hospitals are a key part of the puzzle, says Roman Kuziv, the 35-year-old doctor who helped design them. A technocratic planner with experience of working as a surgeon in Europe, Dr Kuziv has quickly risen through the Ukrainian ranks: from local hospital chief to medical commander of the entire eastern and southern front. He lets data guide him to new standards and protocols. War pulses through the monitors in front of him. He claims the medical data give him “80% of the picture” about what is happening on the battlefront. Where units are well organised and where they are not. Where morale is good and where it is not. He makes a call to commanders whenever he spots a problem.

Swiping through images on his smartphone—a surreal blend of family photos and flesh wounds—Dr Kuziv reveals the brutal injuries and hard choices his teams face daily. He pulls up a photo of a man with a gaping hole in his upper body, alongside a kidney sliced in two, and a 30cm slab of missile metal that had been lodged deep in his midriff. “Did the man make it?” Remarkably, yes, he did. Another soldier, this time with a deep gash across his back, part of his spine missing, internal organs spilling out. That soldier survived initial surgery in the underground hospital, but died two days later. A third clip shows a soldier in his 30s, convulsing violently as he tries to drink a cup of water. What was up here? “Hydrophobia,” the commander says. “An extreme aversion to water.” In short, the soldier had rabies, caused by a single bite from a cat, and it was too late to save him. The army saw a handful of such cases before culling wild animals in the area.

Almost three years of war have brought Ukraine’s army doctors a mountain of unexpected challenges. Drones have largely rewritten the rulebook on battlefield wounds: the numbers are rocketing, and the attacks are more persistent, more targeted. The “golden hour”—NATO doctrine for evacuating a soldier to proper care within 60 minutes—has become something closer to fiction. Chemical weapons have returned to the field, too, with the re-appearance of agents like chloropicrin, a poison gas first seen in the trenches of the first world war. The gas, used to flush out Ukrainians from their trenches and foxholes, attacks the soft tissues of the respiratory system. At higher doses, it kills.

The demands have seen Ukrainian military medicine develop in quick time. Today’s setup is unrecognisable from seven years ago, when Dr Kuziv first began working with the army. The commander regularly tracks Russian social media to gauge how well he is doing. He’s usually happy with the comparison with Russian front-line medicine. “It’s the second world war over there.” But the demands and need to stay ahead are relentless. The ministry of defence has just approved another 20 of his “role 2” underground hospitals, which are being co-financed by an industrial sponsor. The commander is also working on an overhaul of “role 1” facilities, front-line triage units. According to his futuristic vision, these will be accessible underground by a system of mechanical elevators.

There have been mistakes, thousands who could have been saved. But Russia’s war without limits would test the resources of any military medical service, Dr Kuziv insists. “All-out war gives you one or two months to study and adapt.” NATO countries should be thinking about how they would cope, he says. “Honestly, they are not prepared. They wouldn’t know what’s hit them.”

[salllzy]

Rewind and Redo #3

To say that things had changed was an understatement, the Pride Ring had been dragged up by its britches and forced to change. Neither of them had accepted anything less. However, it had not been easy. Far from it. Taking control of television, the internet, the porn industry, theatre, radio, security, fashion and even medicine. They had overhauled the education system so that demons, regardless of age or whether they were a sinner or hellborn were eligible for an education. Those who lived in the Pride Ring now took pride in their talents. In their skills. Sure, they still lived in Hell. But they didn't have to behave like animals. The changes that had happened in the Pride Ring had gone unnoticed by the other Rings and even the Sins. After all, what was the point of visiting a trash fire? Not even the Royal family were aware of the changes that had happened. However, some things had remained the same. Vox had formed the Vees, but they would never amount to anything more than minor Overlords. Zestial was still running his newspaper. Carmilla still dealt in weapons, but that wasn't all she dealt in. Thanks to Sarah and her desire to take things apart to see how they worked. They had found out that angelic steel had a lot of uses. Not just for weapons. It could be used for medical equipment, radios, television. It had a lot of uses that none of them had bothered to look into before. Sarah had been ecstatic when she had been informed that her research had been fruitful. However, no one had been able to predict how fruitful it would be. They had an alliance with Carmilla. Something that had existed before. She was also a lot less hostile with him. It was a delightful change. However, with them being the ones to overhaul The Pride Ring, it meant that they were busy. Far more than they had been in their previous lives. Sarah still had the network, it still operated in the shadows. Making sure that Hell was running as smoothly as it was going to get. But now? They were better funded. They had better equipment, new agents got proper training and it wasn't left to the field agents to train them while working. They were much more deadly and much more effective. However, they were ten times more fanatical. Alastor had seen several of the older field agents, boiling a traitor alive. In melted angelic steel, it had been an incredibly grizzly way to go, still, he had to applaud them for their loyalty. He also had to applaud their creativity as well. Only the best for his fawn. "Papa, we have an appointment in a few hours." Very few were aware that the Entertainment Overlord wasn't one demon, but two. There was far too much work for one to cope with. So they split it down the middle, Sarah handled most of the research. It was wonderful to see her in her element and not having to worry about funding. She even owned a line of bakeries, simply because she could and when she was able to sneak away for a few hours she would spend time in one of them.

"Who with?" He polished his monocle and placed it on his eye, the angelic steel glinted in the light. It had been a birthday gift from Sarah, one of her first creations with angelic steel and he had to admit that it was a marvellous thing and the best part? It was one of a kind. Alastor had even convinced her to upgrade her glasses, they were much better than her old ones and the best part? They were actually prescription glasses. Still, while things had changed for the better, there were those who kept trying to destroy everything that they had created. Valentino being one of them, it was clear that the moth demons hated the changes that they had made to the porn industry and how Sarah had managed to steal Angel Dust from him. Still, the Vees were all bark and no bite, no one would be foolish enough to team up with them.

[scotianostra]

Today marks four yeasr since we lost the legendary actor Sean Connery.

Born Thomas Sean Connery, in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh, Big Tam, he was known growing or as Tommy.

His first job was as a milkman with the St Cuthbert’s Co-Operative Society in Edinburgh. I would think he would have delivered the milk on a horse drawn carriage, the stables for these horses was in the are he grew up, were in Grove Street, where I used to live the main offices for St Cuthbert’s still stands round the corner on Fountainbridge.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

A few more facts about Sean are he has a tattoo on his arm that state “Scotland Forever” he got when he enrolled in the Merchant Navy, he was discharged from that job due to stomach ulcers, between jobs he was a nude model for art students at Edinburgh College of art, again not to far from Fountainbridge. Other jobs he took up were, a lorry driver, a lifeguard at Portobello swimming baths, a labourer and a coffin polisher!

I think it is interesting Connery never strayed far from Fountainbridge in his younger days, indeed when he decided that acting was a career he was going to pursue, it was the nearby Kings Theatre he got a job helping backstage, he was also competing in bodybuilding competitions at this time and while at an event in London he learned that there were auditions being held for South Pacific, he was picked to appear on the chorus line but as the production toured the country he was making his way up the ladder.

By the time it hit Edinburgh he had the part of Marine Cpl Hamilton Steeves and was understudying two of the juvenile leads, and his salary was raised from £12 to £14–10s a week, when the production was reprised the following year he had the lead role on the tour, taking over from the actor Larry Hagman, who played the part in London’s West End.

Connery never looked back from there and of course the role of James Bond catapulted him to international stardom, Ian Fleming though was against him getting the part initially, he said Sean was “unrefined” and not what he had in mind, Sean soon won him over though and Fleming later admitted he was an “ideal” Bond.

A few of the parts Sean either didn’t get or turned down are Gandalf, in the Lord of the Rings series of films, he said he never understood the books and also wasn’t keen on 18 months of filming in New Zealand. He also turned down the chance to play the role of the Architect in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. Sean was asked to portray King Edward I in Braveheart, but was too busy working on Another film at the time, Patrick McGoohan took the role instead.

His 93rd and last film was 2003’s The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Sir Sean Connery passed away in his sleep on 31st October 2020 at his home in the Bahamas, his son said he had been unwell for some time. The official cause of death was pneumonia, heart failure and old age, his death certificate revealed.

In a career spanning over 50 years, Connery earned an Academy Award, multiple Golden Globes, including the Cecil B. DeMille and Henrietta Awards, as well as two British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) awards.