#pete saunders

[spilladabalia]

Dexys Midnight Runners - Keep It

[itsacruelsummerwithyou2]

what does hatchetfield put in their romantic duets because both “take me back” and “if i loved you” make me ungodly feral

[prof-ramses]

Rewatching Nightmare Time and listing things that aren't appreciated enough (5)

Perky's Buds

This is Grace's first on-screen appearance and it literally starts with her being sprayed with shit.

Gabe feels like he was also supposed to be NPMD somehow but got lost along the day in the writing room. And for as funny as it is, I wish Jeff got a bit more to do than cameo.

The Metzgers being one of the best examples of a horror hillbilly family. Especially Dylan as Bob

The fact Ziggy just refers to them as "those republicans"

"tig ol' bitties"

The fact that the plot is a marijuana themed retelling of Animal Farm.

The ending song showing that Ziggy is only good at traditional graphic design and not digital.

Abstinence Camp

How good Corey looks while smoking a cigar

"I'd like to have an intelligent conversation with you, in other words, shut up."

A classic decapitation-bate joke

"Well, if you two can't keep your hands to yourselves, I'll cut'em off!" We always talk about Boy Jerry's goofy threats but we don't talk about this enough

Pete owns a shake-weight

Ted's jazz mag saves the day, let that sink in.

[down-in-hatchet-town]

Things I noticed on my 10,000th rewatch of Black Friday

Wiggly is touching Ethan as he dies. We see a lot of stuff in Nightmare Time about “soul transference,” and I think this moment is what allowed Wiggly to absorb a tiny piece of him so he could take on Ethan’s form later in the show.

I had never noticed Dylan sneaking in during “Deck the Halls (of Northville High School),” but there he is, creeping in like Bigfoot about a minute before he pops up from behind the boxes. Nice editing to keep it barely noticeable!

Ted and Pete are holding hands at the end because they’re brothers! We didn’t have any Nightmare Time content when this came out, but it looks like this was a purposeful indication that these characters were connected!

[the-spaced-out-ace]

Okay okay I think it would be really funny if they recast Pete every time he’s onscreen so

I promise the last one is a mostly joke answer

[plasticfangtastic]

Building Blocks ch. 1

A Butchlander fanfic

A/N: on a writing hiatus but i wrote this with the last spurt of orginal though I had in my heart, so dunno when ch. 2 will happen, plz enjoy and read my other a/n in the tags:

Sypnopsis: What if Becca had stayed with Butcher, what if she never left and kept that terrible secret to herself, and now it was Butcher who had to deal with Homelander in the aftermath of his wife's death after he shows up with the heartbreaking information that it was this blond supe who was his son's real father.

tags: fluff, HL unhingeness, slowburn, dadlander,so much angst, complete AU.

Chapter One

Hello

“I want a baby.”

Butcher watches the man’s lips move and he hears him clearly but it still seems fake, he didn’t recognize the man, I mean he knew who he bloody was, he was the Homelander. America’s son, for pete’s sake even his prick did– for he pissed on a cup embossed with his face during long road trips.

But now he wished he hadn’t met him.

7 hours ago he had just finished the worst day of his life.

It was a beautiful day, terribly beautiful, birds sang, flowers bloomed and butterflies tickled his nose– lifted from a teenage girl’s dream. Everything about today was dreamlike, covered in a hazy sparkly glow as he had finished burying his wife.

One day she was driving to go get takeout, for they had the house for themselves for the first time in ages and next thing he knows there’s a police officer at his entryway 3 hours after she went to go get scampi.

It had been a beautiful ceremony, the flowers looked so lively under the gentle spring sun, the breeze just cool enough to not make wearing this now disheveled suit unbearable, he arrived home, his father-in-law took him after he had drank a small liquor store while in his house, prostrated by the steps of the basement surrounded by cans and dried tears.

Somehow he was now in his sofa alone, he panicked trying to find his phone to try to find answers before he spotted the strange figure.

He’d blame it on the booze if he hadn’t now been completely awake– he lets him in as the man requested so politely, he had no idea what he wanted, what was going on, other than it was better than thinking that by morning it would become official… that it would become real… the last couple weeks had felt like a bad acid trip that he can’t wake up from, but once the sun returns he knows she’s never gonna come back, she’s in a pinebox 6 feet under and not on her way home– so why not give in to more nonsense.

Why not let this Supe into his home.

“You’re Saunders’s husband?” He said in a firm tone, the man looked at him like he was a worm, he could’ve sworn, certainly not that friendly man he met at that christmas party all those years ago– heard about the funeral… you have… my condolences, she was a great employee.”

Butcher brows crossed, Becca only worked there a couple more months after that party, quitting suddenly and telling him she had found a better job, it paid less yet the hours were flexible, he didn’t question much even if it made his stomach feel things, Becca had loved her job at Vought, she had just gotten a promotion with this man and then one day whatever had happened in the office had left her wanting to leave… of course he would find out weeks later, when he caught her puking and every single thing smelled rancid, what could’ve been the reason after all her new job offered longer maternity leave compare to Vought, it also didn’t include dealing with spandex wearing freaks and it was less stressful, she would come home without much complain compare to before where she could waste 2 hours of her life shit talking her boss.

Between the chronic pregnancy insomnia, diabetes and swollen ankles Butcher gave her no grief for her decision to quit a stressful job.

Butcher had never wanted kids… he was no good for them he'd said… he dreamt of Lenny on his knees pleading and bleeding but it wasn’t Lenny and it wasn’t his ol’ man… it was him and a little boy with hazel eyes, it was him reflected in them, she had been open to the idea but never decisive yet one day Becca wanted a child suddenly. Even at her worst she loved the child inside her… he understood when he first felt his little stubby fingers wrapping around his finger, when he felt that warmth against his cheek, when he saw him waddled towards him, that he understood what was going on inside her mind during those bizarre couple of months.

He hadn’t been perfect, he had been too rough and impatient, he had yelled and wished he could have his old life back but he loved her… and he loved Ryan and he would regret everything wrong he ever did because he loved them, because he wasn’t going to ruin this.

He liked the future they were building for each other.

So he stared at him.

At the bluest eye he’d ever seen outside of his boy’s sunny skies.

Blue’s he thought were from his mother.

Blue’s seen in a hundred billboards but never in his boy until now.

Homelander took a seat on his armrest without getting comfortable placing a manila envelope on his coffee table pushing cigarette ash around it.

“I’m Ryan’s father.”

He spoke bluntly and without hesitation, he had no modicum of decorum simply irritated with nothing in particular it seemed, maybe it was not finding his boy in this place but only a leftover fragrance, that had him irritated.

“8 years ago we had a short fling… I never knew…” he spoke softly, allowing his shoulders to unwind a little– until recently.”

It was the alcohol and the grief and the sleep deprivation that made him pull the man who could have easily shrugged him an acre or two away from his living room as if they were equals on any level, and the blond seemed bemused by this puny man’s might, letting this play out.

“Shut your trap you cunt.”

“I was nothing to her so am not her to emasculate you. I am here because that boy is mine.”

He punchest him, breaking his knuckles bare.

A twinge of a beast twinkles in those hazel eyes, teasing the darkness that he had tried so desperately to bury, Homelander is unmoved as he clutches his injured hand.

“If he’s not mine then could you explain to me why your woman was getting child support from me?” His eyes dart towards the folder, he stands up yet again walking past him not wanting to look at him further– seven years ago she went to Vought claiming to be pregnant with my child, they performed a DNA test and determine it was mine… then–”

Homelander beegins heading towards the bedroom wings.

“Madelyn and Stan… they didn’t want the scandal to ruin my image, for me to have an affair with a married woman, somebody who worked for me… so she signed an NDA, and without me knowing they had been paying her for her continued silence.”

“Lies!!” The brit shouts– You shut yer trap! I don’t wanna hear it anymore, you cunt! Just get the fuck out of me house!!”

“I could kill you. I should… but William…”

“Don’t say my name” He spits– Kill me? Aren’t you a fucking supe?”

Homelander’s light brightens the dark.

Butcher falls into the couch as glass bursts beside him, shards turn to burning liquid slowly cooling down as they burnt the vinyl floorings.

“I could kill you, and there would be a clean up crew who would make it seem like you killed yourself… Kids need their father’s… Ryan needs a dad and you did the job– so as a show of gratitude I shall let you live, but I can take things from here.”

Butcher watched the smoke trail rising from the ground, before Homelander could move towards opening that door, Butcher had leaped towards his direction, any faster and he would give his blue speedster some competition.

“ I read your file… you were a marine, SAS– now you work for the CIA… taking a year off due to obvious personal reasons. You should reconsider.”

Homelander entered the room, catching the strong aroma by surprise, dirt, grass and dirty shoes, a scoffed football rolled away from the entrance, English football teams plastered the walls, toys littered the floor and the bed was the only thing made.

Homelander wished to see at least one baseball poster, or some cards, something more familiar, that he could easily use as a gateway for bonding with the boy.

“Look you son of a bitch! Why are you doing this!?”

“He is mine.”

“So you are just gonna take him and assume he’s gonna love you? Are you daft?” Butcher had dealt with dangerous men, violent criminals and murderers, sometimes he had been made to talk with words instead of bullets or fist and it was clear the second choice wouldn’t work with him.-- I’m his father, you’re a stranger all you’re gonna do is traumatize him and make him hate you.”

“You don’t kno–

“You have no idea who my son is, you just read a line on a paper and made up a fantasy… he… he just lost his mother… he just saw his ol’ man get carried out covered in his own snot and whiskey… my Becca… I…”

Butcher could feel the contents of his stomach rising, he looked pitifully into the room, looking at all the toys and the clothes she had yet to put away still in the basket by the foot of the bed.

“8 years ago… I had an affair… she was my boss… it… I don’ know why… why I did it… it didn’t matter ‘cuz I fukked it all up, then one day… she told me we was having a baby and that I needed to get my shit together, or leave” Butcher laid against the doorframe– I don’t know why am telling you any of this.”

“Possibly a combination of the percocet, and booze in various percentages in your system.”

Butcher had no energy to even roll his eyes or curse at him, annoyed at the man for being obtuse at this moment, he looked straight at him fighting the urge to yell at him to leave.

“You’re the reason she gave me a second chance… she fucked you to get even then she made me raised your baby”

Butcher can only hold himself for so long, he breaks down, it shocks Homelander for all he knew of this man was that he was a ruthless killer, yet he was breaking down, sobbing and struggling to breath as he watched the image of the woman he loved, of the woman he had given all that he had left in this world, hurt him.

A dozen questions hounded him, did she loved him at all? Did she change her mind half-way? Did she do all of this to hurt him one day? When she saw him teaching Ryan how to goal-keep in his grandparent’s backyard– did she do it with malice in her heart? Or did she realize the mistake she had made? Did it all go out of hand? Did she believed her own lies?

He looked up behind the tears, as the world’s greatest Supe kneel beside him offering a t-shirt he had found on the ground to clean up his tears. 

He should’ve hated him, he should’ve despised him yet… It was in the way he had spoken this whole time that he knew that he was just as hurt, using anger to disguise his hurt.

He could’ve stolen Ryan, he must’ve known the kid wasn’t here in the first place, he could’ve crashed the funeral and made a scene, he could’ve taken him while he slept the booze off, he could’ve waited ‘til tomorrow afternoon when the boy would be returned to take him away from him– but he came when it was only the two of them, either with murder on his mind or poorly planned out negotiation tactics.

How it must’ve felt to know you had a kid you never knew and want him… he wondered.

His own father would’ve been a happier bastard had he never had him, no doubt his mother’s biggest mistake wasn’t marrying the man, it was telling him they were having William in the first place… the complete opposite of what he was witnessing, when he saw those trembling lips and twitches that no amount of composure could hide.

As he cleaned his face on his son’s shirt, he couldn’t help but to think of how much he didn’t want the kid at first, swallowing his grievances and worries that this was a mistake, that it would change him for the worse and destroy their already fractured marriage… but he kept quiet for all he wanted was to kept Becca, it wasn’t until that afternoon where it was all over, and the doctor handed him that bundle of screams that he understood that he would never be like his father, for all he felt was love.

True love.

A love he only felt that night when he got stuck in an elevator with a pretty brunette, she had her groceries on both hands and one on the ground, cursing that her ice-cream will melt before somebody comes and gets them out.

An ice cream that would never make it to her apartment as it was left empty and discarded in that elevator with a pair of impromptu spoons made of celery stalks, that no doubt confused a neighbor or two.

He had loved her until the point it made him hate himself, that he had to screw everything up because the longer they stayed together, the more difficult it would’ve been to imagine a life without her, because that’s who he was… he was a man that drove others away, that’s why his father never loved him, that’s why Lenny had left him, that’s why his friends had such a hard time being there to put up with him.

And now without wanting, without trying at all, he was on the brink of driving his son away.

“Why do you want him?”

“He’s my son!”

“I ‘eard ya… but why can’t you make another one and leave us alone.” he cried.

“I can’t” He looks hurt– and is not a thing I would ever do! Abandon my child!”

Homelander turned pale, perhaps it was the strange intimacy between these strangers, perhaps it was the fact that they were technically strangers even if they had meet before, or the fact that he had fucked this man’s wife and would most likely not allow him to see daylight after they were done conversing, that made him blurt his most shameful secret.

He took his cape and wrapped it on his hand as he took a seat next to Butcher.

“When I was young, I was told I couldn’t have them… I tried… I tried a lot but nothing ever happened until… three weeks ago, when I stumbled upon this information– I’ll spare you the details… but it was a miracle.”

Homelander chokes slightly, catching the distaste at the force cheery tone on his mouth as he spouts the words miracle, it was true, Ryan was a secret miracle.

But it wasn’t him in those birthday photos holding his little boy with cream on his nose, and a wide smile, it wasn’t him on a camping trip, it wasn’t him holding that baby while giving him his first bath.

He wouldn’t tell Butcher, he had come earlier to survey the area, dig through his cabinets, scoffing at the disorganized sock drawer, or that he had been on this floor watching his family pictures, painting himself in those images.

“It’s that why you and Queen Maeve broke up?” he asked, clearing the snot– your baby batter no good?”

“It would’ve been easier if that was the case… she’s a dyke.”

Butcher turned around and shrugged, only mildly surprised by the news. 

“How is he? Ryan… is he smart? What does he like?”

The man didn’t wish to tell him a thing but he was sure Becca would’ve yelled at him if he had, he was hurt and he could at least make her angry.

“He likes school but hates math class, got in trouble once for cheating on a math exam but I couldn’t get mad because I also hated math class… he goes to the same school as my friend’s M.M’s kid and the two are glued to the hip, keep joking he’s gonna end up being related to me for real one day” he chuckles behind some tears– he loves football.”

“Not soccer?”

“It’s football! Your country just wants to be special and call it something else but it's called football, real football!” He sounds less aggressive than Homelander anticipated, like he was talking to a coworker he didn’t dislike– he’s the goalie in his team ‘cuz he’s the tallest kid in his class, swear that boy is gonna be 6’ 2’’ one day…” He chuckles dryly– and he loves movies… he even started making little short films and posting them online recently… he’s such a good kid”

And it bites him.

Of course Ryan would be such a good kid, because deep down he shared nothing with Butcher.

His father was this great hero, this man of pure noble heart… It made him full with relief that his son would never have this darkness inside him, this darkness that came from his scumbag sperm donor, that came from his veins, it wasn’t just Becca’s goodness that made him a sweet kid.

“I like history books and movies… am actually good at math… not to brag or anything, I’m just good at it, could probably ace a fifth-grade math exam any day.” he chuckles dryly.

“Want a drink? I think I need one…”

“Anymore and your bladder will explode… your liver is okay but–

“Don’t do that. It’s freaky.” he said with visible disgust.

Butcher stands up, listening to nature’s call as he heads back to his living room finding that Homelander is already in their long kitchen taking a can of beer from the french doors, their house was spacious, and old 60’s built if he had to take a guess, far from the city in a more woodsy area, they had remodeled together (…mostly Butcher but she picked the wallpaper) but when he thought about it now, it made sense why she would want to be in such a quiet place, even if it was just 1 hour or 2 from New York, the house was unassuming, a place that Homelander would had never given a second glance.

“I don’t want him to hate me… Ryan… the last thing I want in the whole world is for him to hate me… all I’ve ever wanted was a family, all I’ve been denied my whole life is a baby…”

Butcher stared at him, dragging his feet on the terracotta tile, taking the beer he had placed on the counter, cracking it open as he tried to make sense of this man.

“I want a baby…”

“They’re okay… smelly tho” he took a short sip feeling too uncomfortable for his own good– can’t find a woman who could give you one? Sure your Vought doctors would help you out”

“They won’t let me keep them. Not really… the only reason Ryan is here with you and not… somewhere else is because he doesn’t have this inside him.”

Homelander takes out a small pouch from the inside of his boot, it's a slim and small, Butcher stares at it quizzically as he offers it, trembling fingers take the pouch to reveal a small pair of ampoules holding a blue liquid.

“Compound V.” He opens his own can while considering taking an actual sip– I had a child before… before Ryan… killed their mother in the womb… laser her in half… they think my kids should be born with powers because all other supes are made with that… if Ryan… if Ryan had been born with powers, they would’ve taken him from you both, and for some reason your wife keep taking him to Vought doctors as part of their agreement, I'm trying to figure that out but if he had hit sudden supe-puberty– you’ll be dead.”

“You’re telling me supes are man-made?”

“Ryan could still have powers… ”

Butcher held that vial, slowly realizing what was hiding behind his words, as the man took a sip of Butcher’s beer.

“You… you want to make him into one of you cape freaks?” He almost growled.

“Is the only way I can protect him, because they can’t take him from me… if you leave they will find you and if they find you before I do, they will take him to a place not even I will ever find out, and I would flatten all of Manhattan so badly It'll make Hiroshima seem like a kid’s game and yet I know they won’t tell me where he is… but if he has powers… and me…”

“No!”

“Compound V recipient with supe parents are 70% more likely to inherit the powers from the patrilineal line than the mother’s… my powers are divine and will keep him safe, the odds of him not getting my powers is very unlikely, and trust me you don’t want to be on your own raising a child with my powers– not that I’ll let you.”

Homelander left the can to fizz out.

“I think… I think we can make this work… you let me be there for Ryan, and I’ll protect this happiness… we are both in this place because your wife made a series of decisions and now we’re both fucked in varying degrees but believe me when I tell you that I love him… and if you don’t listen to me, I’ll take him from you.”

He walks past him.

His hand on the door to the yard, he looks back at William.

He knows it won’t be the last he sees of him, as he its waved goodbye by a sonic boom rattling his kitchen windows, he thinks of calling Mallory and disappear, take Ryan and abandon the world, but as he made his way back to his bedroom, as he looked at his phone with sore eyes, he told himself that Homelander wouldn’t be giving him a warning if it wasn’t willing to negotiate, he wouldn’t have given him this V stuff to earn his trust.

His fingers moved before he could regret his decision.

“Mallory…”

“Are you alright?” He was surprised to hear that anxious tone in that woman’s voice, he glanced at his bedside table catching the clock reading past 1 am.

“Can we meet tomorrow before Ryan gets here– he’s with Becca’s folks… is urgent.”

“Why? You’re not doing something stupid are you, William?”

“Is stupid but not killing myself stupid.”

“... Butcher…”

“Please.”

“I’ll be there for lunch.”

He hangs, dropping into his pillows clutching that strange vial, thinking of a supe he'd never care about before.

this is the house where most of the story will take place:

[catalogercas]

Tagged by @abubblingcandle ❤️

rules: list your ten favorite albums of all time and tag ten people to list theirs!

Can I even think of 10? 🤣

I'm prefacing this with the fact that my album/CD taste is "whatever I imprinted on at age 10-14 from 1997-2001" and after that, I mostly just listen to songs individually and not as part of an album. Also these are in the order I thought of them, not necessarily ranked).

1. ABBA Generation - A*Teens - (favorite song - literally all of them, except maybe Our Last Summer which is my least favorite, but I still like it)

2. Soundtrack to The Parent Trap (favorite song - Do You Believe in Magic? - The Lovin' Spoonful)

3. Soundtrack to Shrek 2 - (Favorite song - Holding Out for a Hero - Jennifer Saunders - (this version isn't on Spotify, and it enrages me) & Ever Fallen in Love by Pete Yorn)

4. Aquarium - Aqua - (favorite songs Dr. Jones & My Oh My (Barbie Girl is not their only song)

5. Aquarius - Aqua (favorite song - Freaky Friday)

6. Hamilton Soundtrack (favorite songs - Satisfied, Helpless, Election of 1800, and In the Room Where It Happened)

7. 1989 - Taylor Swift (favorite songs - Blank Space, Clean, Say Don't Go, Out of the Woods)

8. Ocean Eyes - Owl City (favorite songs - Fireflies, Cave In, Dental Care, The Bird & the Worm)

9. The Lion King soundtrack (favorite song - I Just Can't Wait to be King, Can You Feel the Love Tonight)

10. Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling (favorite song - Roundtable Rival)

No pressure tagging @goodmorninglovelies42 @brbsoulnomming @meatmensch @mmleadinglady @killatartt @mydoctor @walnutmistjamie @keeloca @bismoaking @summer-goes

[twodoorsnotone]

documenting my nerdy prudes must die predictions from the past 2 years of my tweets in one place so i can flex if i'm right.

NOT spoilers - I haven't seen it yet

UPDATED

dated from when i first posted about them

Blinky will be the antagonist of Nerdy Prudes Must Die (11/10/20)

NPMD will include Mariah (11/10/20 AND I WAS RIGHT)

(I hope) They'll at least reference Lex, Deb and Alice (11/10/20)

We might get Nerdy Prudes this summer (26/1/22. I was wrong.)

Upon hearing rumours that Grace Chastity wasn't the main character of Nerdy Prudes anymore, I bet it's Stephanie Lauter (26/1/22. I was right)

It will be a female-led cast like Firebringer. (20/9/22. It may not be as female-led as Firebringer but has a 50/50 ratio so I think I get this one)

Hot Chocolate Boy/Pete Spankoffski will return (recast, possibly played by a new starkid) and have a romance with Stephanie. (20/9/22. I was wrong about a new starkid playing him but other than that!)

Hannah will be a character - a freshman in Hatchetfield High, played by Lauren Lopez. (20/9/22. Unconfirmed but was probably wishful thinking on my part from the beginning)

Dylan Saunders probably won't be in the show but his character will be referenced as the woodworking teacher whose wife died. (20/9/22.)

Grace Chastity and Stephanie Lauter will be vaguely homoerotic and people will ship them but it won't be canon. (Grace is either vaguely homophobic or possibly queer given Bill's comments in TGWDLM... I am undecided). (21/9/22. Unconfirmed)

Duke and Miss Holloway will likely be relevant characters given how developed they are in NMT - if they don't have a major role in this musical, they certainly have a different hatchetverse musical which focuses on them. (26/9/22.)

Ruth Fleming won't be as major of a character as her announcement as Lauren's role implied, Lauren's main role will be something else, like how Jeff was announced as 'man in a hurry' in BF. (maybe the role is Hannah 👀👀 I'm delusional). (2/10/22.)

The above may also go for Richie Lipschitz. (10/1/23)

Stephanie Lauter is dating someone - possibly Max - at the start of the play, and starts cheating on him with Pete. (10/1/22)

It's worth noting around here that I was convinced Jae would be in NPMD but they are not 😔😔😔

Stephanie Lauter may be a murderer. This one I wouldn't stand by but the name S.Lauter? I'm addressing it just so if I'm right I can flex really hard. Alternatively (and more likely) Solomon is a murderer. (6/2/23)

[hatchetfield]

Hello! I'm Bre and I'm currently experiencing my Starkid era like never before. So welcome to my GIF (just having fun) blog where I'll make whatever comes to mind or requests if applicable. Just a few things to know about this blog and me first:

I'm 29 and will not interact with minors.

I'm a SAHM which means I'm busy more times than not.

This blog will either post a hundred things at once or use the queue.

Questions/Requests will be answered as soon as they can be.

Any angry/mean/hateful things will be deleted on sight.

Thanks for following and reblogging!

TAG GUIDE BELOW CUT (continuously updating):

SHOWS:

Abstinence Camp

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story

Honey Queen

Killer Track

Nightmare Time (General Tag)

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

The Trail to Orgeon

Time Bastard

Tin Can Bros

VHS Christmas Carol Live

CAST:

Angela Giarratana

Brian Rosenthal

Bryce Charles

Corey Dorris

Corey Lubowich

Curt Mega

Dylan Saunders

Jaime Lyn Beatty

James Tolbert

Jeff Blim

Joey Richter

Jon Matteson

Kim Whalen

Lauren Lopez

Matt Dahan

Mariah Rose Faith

Meredith Stepien

Nick Lang

CHARACTERS:

Bob Cratchit

Boy Jerry

Charlotte Sweetly

Cletus Jones

Courtney

Dan Reynolds

Donna Daggit

Ebenezer Scrooge

Emily Cratchit

Gerald Monroe

Girl Jeri

Henry McDoon

Jacob Marley

Jenny

Linda Monroe

Pete Spankoffski

Sam Sweetly

Ted Spankoffski

The Ghost of Christmas Past

Thrash

Zoey Chambers

OTHER:

Visuals

[memoriallibrarytmc]

Top Ten(ish) Tuesday: TMC Easy #6

One of the #6 most checked-out books from TMC Easy last year is The Day You Begin by Jacqueline Woodson! It's a beautifully illustrated book with a meaningful message about having the courage to reach out to others and make connections.

The #6 tie is very... very long! Wow! Here are just a few of the highlights:

A Sweet Meeting on Mimouna Night by Ofanansky

At the Mountain's Base by Sorell

Be Kind by Miller

I am Enough by Byers

Keep Your Ear on the Ball by Petrillo

Last Stop on Market Street by De la Peña

Molly's Family by Garden

My Whirling, Twirling Motor by Saunders

Pete the Cat and his Magic Sunglasses by Dean

Robert Lives with his Grandparents by Hickman

Round is a Tortilla by Thong

Shi-Shi-Etko by Campbell

[nosdk]

4 spillere trænede ikke med onsdag

New Orleans Saints åbner sæsonen på søndag hjemme mod Carolina Panthers. Og Saints havde ved onsdagens træning fire spillere som ikke trænede med. De var defensiv tackle Khalen Saunders, linebackers Jaylen Ford og D’Marcon Jackson, samt tight end Dalin Holker. Tre spillere trænede begrænset med deriblandt cornerback Marshon Lattimore. Mens en enkelt spiller linebacker Pete Werner var noteret…

[spilladabalia]

Dexys Midnight Runners - The Teams That Meet in Caffs

[agendaculturaldelima]

  #ProyeccionDeVida

🎬 “CORALINE Y LA PUERTA SECRETA” 👧🚪🔮🎉🐈‍⬛

🔎 Género: Animación / Fantástico / Terror / Stop Motion / 3-D

⌛️ Duración: 97 minutos

✍️ Guión: Henry Selick

📓 Novela: Neil Gaiman

🎼 Música: Bruno Coulais

📷 Fotografía: Paul Gentry y Pete Kozachik

🗯 Argumento: Historia de una niña que, al atravesar una pared de su casa, encuentra una versión mejorada de su vida: sus padres son más considerados con ella, pero las sensaciones maravillosas darán paso al miedo y a la angustia.

👥 Reparto en Voces: La Otra Madre (Teri Hatcher), Wybie Lovat (Bruno Pinasco, Robert Bailey, Jr.), Coraline Jones (Dakota Fanning), Señor Bobinsky (Ian McShane), Otro Padre (John Hodgman, John Linnell), Señorita Spink (Jennifer Saunders), Señorita Forcible (Dawn French), Mel Jones (Teri Hatcher), Charles Jones (John Hodgman), Niño Fantasma (George Selick) y La Abuela de Wybie (Caroline Crawford).

📢 Dirección: Henry Selick

© Productoras: Focus Features, Laika Entertainment & Pandemonium

🌎 País: Estados Unidos

📅 Año: 2009

📽 PROYECCIÓN:

📆 Jueves 15 de Agosto

🕗 8:00pm.

🎦 Cine Caleta (calle Aurelio de Souza 225 - Barranco)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre

🙂 A tener en cuenta: Prohibido el ingreso de bebidas y comidas. 🌳💚🌻🌛

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