#trevor gray

[queens-hope-proj]

Streamer AU Trevor and Dio! (Sketch done by Ky, lineart and color done by Hana)

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Jeff Beck Jeff 2003 Epic ————————————————— Tracks: 01. So What 02. Plan B 03. Pork-U-Pine 04. Seasons 05. Trouble Man 06. Grease Monkey 07. Hot Rod Honeymoon 08. Line Dancing with the Monkey 09. JB’s Blues 10. Pay Me No Mind 11. My Thing 12. Bulgaria 13. Why Lord, Oh Why? —————————————————

Jeff Beck

Mary Byker

James Gardner

Howard Gray

Trevor Gray

Paul Kodish

Ashley Krajewski 

Noko

Rej

* Long Live Rock Archive

[autumnmobile12]

The 14 Magnus Fears

The Eye - Sypha Belnades

The seeker of knowledge.

The Flesh - Fuchi

Actually, I'm sure you can easily find fourteen of Junji Ito's characters to fill the roles of the Fears.

The Spider - Arachne

The Spider Witch.

The Lonely - Allen Walker

The solitary wanderer.

The Slaughter - Alucard

Ummm....yeah. Give me a reason Alucard wouldn't be the Slaughter.

The Desolation - Dabi

Fire and destruction.

The Stranger - Tomie

Trouble wherever she goes.

The Spiral - Azami Kurotani

What'd I tell you? You name one of the Fourteen Fears 'the Spiral' and didn't expect me to think of the creepy girl from Uzumaki?

The Hunt - Trevor Belmont

I could have gone with a more unhinged hunter like Godbrand, but I think the fear the Hunt inspires comes from cold and calculated strategy and not wild violence.

The Vast - The Infinite Corridor

The incomprehensible gateway to everything and nothing.

The Buried - The Enigma of Amigara Fault

It draws you in.

The Dark - Pride

Don't turn on the light.

The Corruption - Shigaraki Tomura

The undoing of things.

The End - Death

[milliesnotes]

Why do people keep saying Emily “got ruined”

Y’all she was never nice, are we forgetting she was helping YUL manipulate Grett at the beginning of the season 😐

[itsnotgray]

miscommunication, a jamie and trevor fic | part 1

lower case is intended! also… please be kind.

it felt like it had been weeks since you’d seen, much less felt trevor or jamie. when you’d wake up, they’d both be gone- and if they weren’t, they’d stay suspiciously close to eachother, seemingly drifting farther and farther from you, which gave you plenty of time to think.

“are they disgusted by me now?” “have they thought sharing was weird this whole time?” “are they kicking me out?”

it was driving you insane. it was just a never ending loop. finally, by the third week, you’d had enough.

it was after they had gotten back from a home game, winning the game in OT. they came in, on a high, but we’re instantly shut down by the blank look on your face as they walked in the door.

“sit.” you said firmly, gesturing to the couch. they quickly dropped their bags, making quick pace towards the couch, looking at one another in confusion.

once they sat down, you took a deep breath, and then let the overbearing thoughts loose in a nervous ramble.

“are you guys tired of me?” came the first exasperated question, crossing your arms as you began to pace anxiously. “does sharing bother you guys more than you said? are one of you guys trying to date?” you kept on, words getting faster, hands getting shakier, vison getting blurrier as the tears accumulated.

jamie and trveor sat wide eyed, mentally contemplating just how much they had fucked things up. until you let out the question that seemed to be bothering you the most. “FUCK- are you guys kicking me out? if that’s the case then please just tell me, so i can start packing my stuff, but please don’t-“ and finally they each reached out, both extending one of their hands out to rest on your thighs, effectively halting your pacing.

you lifted your head up from it’s hung position, tears spilling out at a much faster rate.

“sweetheart” jamie muttered in a sorrow-filled tone, as trevor stroked your thigh soothingly. at his utterance, you bursted into sobs. “that’s the one isn’t it? god i’m so stupid, i’m sorry, you guys should’ve just said-“

quickly, they both jumped to their feet, jamie wrapping you in a hug, tucking your head in his neck, running his hands soothingly through your hair, and trevor standing to your left, running a hand rhythmically up and down your back. “no baby no. there’s a lot of things we should’ve said, and that certainly isn’t one of them.”

at his assurance, you carefully lifted your head from jamie’s neck, tearful eyes meeting trevor’s. “then what?”

trevor reached one of his hands towards your face, carefully gripping your chin, holding it so you’d keep his gaze. “y/n- the last thing on either of our minds is kicking you out. to try and eliminate confusion as fast as possible- we both like you baby. we both like this thing we have going, and just so happened to both catch feelings for you. me and jimmy started talking about it a few weeks ago, but we were too nervous to bring it up.”

and you froze. how would it work? what if someone got too jealous? is that even something you’d want? and then you thought. the past few months have been amazing- both boys have been as perfect as two boys as roommates could be. you could create mental lists miles long of the all the good things about the duo. on that note, a life with them seemed almost more desired than a life without one or the other.

the longer your silence went on for, the more dejected trevor’s face got, and the looser jamie’s grip on your body seemed.

once you finally snapped out of the trance, you noticed the apprehension of the two boys growing. so you made a split decision.

first, you reached your hand up, cupping jamie’s jaw, and bringing his lips to meet yours in a deep kiss. then you abruptly pulled away, and reached an arm out to the dejected trevor, who had seemed to have grown apprehensive at your “jamie-centric” reaction. once you had a firm enough grip on his shoulders, you brought him in to a bruising kiss.

after finally pulling away from trevor, you spun around to jamie, growing fearful of their reactions to your actions.

“i-im sorry if that’s not what you guys meant, i like the idea of being with both of you too, but i’m not sure how-“

and jamie quickly pulled you towards him, his lips meeting yours once again. once it seemed your erratic behavior had left your body, he pulled away, taking your jaw in both of his hands to make you meet his gaze.

“sweetheart, i think i can speak for myself, trevor, and the hard-on trevor is sporting in his pants. that was hot- and exactly what we meant. you have no apologizing to do. if anything, we owe you weeks of apologies sweet girl, for ever making you feel like we didn’t want you.” he spoke softly yet assuredly. after his last sentence, he glanced over your shoulder, towards trevor, and then back to you.

“i think your in for a night of apologies baby- don’t you think so z?”

you timidly glanced towards trevor, trying to scope out if his response affirmed what you thought to be jamie’s innuendos.

trevor took a step towards you and jamie, with his trademark cocky grin on his face, and with his grin, came your confirmation, which sent heat flooding to your core. but alas his grin was the prequel to his following words.

“i think so too jimmy. our girl’s been so good, huh? so proud of you for telling us how you feel. me and jimmy are gonna make sure that by the end of the night, all you can do is feel us sweetheart. we’re gonna be the only things your pretty little brain can think of.”

his mini speech sent waves of lust throughout your body, alighting your every nerve. he took another step closer, side by side with jamie now, reaching his hands up to harshly grip both of your breasts in his hands, making you to let out high pitched whimpers. at your inviting noises,

jamie’s hands joined trevor’s to explore your oh so familiar body. and while the two sets of hands continued their journey across the plains of your body, three pairs of feet began to clumsily stumble towards the bedroom.

[citizenscreen]

Trevor Howard, Celia Johnson, Jacques Sernas, Eric Portman, and Nadia Gray celebrating Portman’s birthday with a picnic at Pinewood Studios in 1949.

[boxcarwild]

They Made Me a Fugitive (also known as They Made Me a Criminal; U.S. title: I Became a Criminal) is a 1947 British film noir directed by Alberto Cavalcanti and starring Sally Gray and Trevor Howard. It was written by Noel Langley, based on the 1941 Jackson Budd novel A Convict Has Escaped. Cinematography was by Otto Heller.

“I loved They Made Me a Fugitive," says director Wes Anderson. "The grittiness and the style and the great, great dialogue. It’s very good, and very hard. The violence of the language is much more blunt than you’d ever expect. Trevor Howard is great".

"Another thing that intrigued me about They Made Me a Fugitive was that it always seemed like it was going to veer into pure expressionism," says Anderson. "That expressionist current of feeling combines with the location shooting and the type of story being told, the rawness of it all, to give the movie a documentary-ish flavor. It’s a strange combination. And the dialogue is so graphic and blunt. It’s not just hard-boiled, it’s kind of funny, and I think they meant it to be?”

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Green for Danger (1946) Sidney Gilliat

June 17th 2023

[mariocki]

An Englishman Abroad (BBC, 1983)

"The average Englishman, you see, is not interested in ideas. Say what you like about political theory. No one will listen. You could shove a whole slice of the Communist manifesto into the Queen's Speech. Nobody would turn a hair. Least of all, I suspect, HMQ."

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[queens-hope-proj]

Gay people

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[elliotpsmoke-blog]

'They Made Me a Fugitive,' directed by Cavalcanti

Movie, 1947 British noir thriller, in which a possibly slightly mis-cast Trevor Howard is framed and embarks on a long, gloomy looking journey to try and clear his name for a murder he didn’t commit. The depictions of a post war gang feel a little stylised, but pretty good from a dramatic point of view, and while the whole feel is of something very studio-bound, there’s a quite compelling…

[eksopolitiikka]

UFOt, MIB, okkultismi ja Trevor James Constable

UFOt, MIB, okkultismi ja Trevor James Constable

kirjoittanut Nick Redfern

Twilight Language -blogissaan Loren Coleman on kirjoittanut uuden postauksen UFO-tutkija/kirjoittaja Trevor James Constablen kuolemasta 31. maaliskuuta 2016. Artikkelin otsikko on ”’Space Critters’ Ufologist Trevor James Constable Has Died. Siihen sisältyy Lorenin kirjoittama seuraava: “Toinen ufologian varhainen tutkija ja kirjailija on kuollut. Syntyperäinen uusiseelantilainen Trevor James Constable, 90, kuoli 31. maaliskuuta 2016 Kaliforniassa. Tämä uutinen tulee sen jälkeen, kun vasta äskettäin saimme tietää Albert K. Benderin, 94, kuolemasta. Ei kovin yllättävää, koska Bender ja Constable olivat erityiseltä aikakaudelta, heidän elämässään on päällekkäisyyttä.”

Päällekkäisyyttä oli varmasti. Constable oli syvästi kiinnostunut 1950-luvun alun Albert Bender/Men in Black -saagasta. Kuten mainitsin Lorenille: ”Constable kirjoitti kirjeen kirjaan Bender Mystery Confirmed. Tätä kirjaa eivät monet tunne. Se oli jatkoa Benderin kirjalle Flying Saucers and the Three Men. Sen julkaisi Gray Barker. Confirmed-kirja on kokoelma noin 20 kirjettä ihmisiltä, jotka olivat lukeneet Benderin kirjan ja halusivat kommentoida sitä.” Vuoden 1962 kirjeessään (joka lähetettiin Gray Barkerille) Constable tekee hyvin selväksi, että hän uskoi Benderin kohdanneen jotain suoraan okkultistisesta maailmasta.

Trevor James Constable

Constable kirjoitti: “Rakas Gray, Minun on todellakin vaikea okkultistina, jolla on omakohtaista kokemusta tästä UFO-alasta, selvittää Benderin matkoja edestakaisin fyysisen ja astraalin välisen kynnysrajan yli. Al Benderin biometrinen tutkimus osoittaisi luultavasti samankaltaisia asioita kuin mitä se paljasti tietyistä muista tutkijoista — täydellistä kyvyttömyyttä tehdä eroa kahden todellisuuden tason tapahtumien välillä.”

Hän jatkoi kirjoittaen Barkerille: “Benderin rehellisyyttä en epäile hetkeäkään. Hänen syrjintänsä on mielestäni olematonta. Tuntuu melkein uskomattomalta, että mies voisi kertoa koko tarinan kauhukammionsa rakentamisesta ullakolle sillä tavalla kuin Bender on tehnyt. Tämä vakuuttaa minut hänen rehellisyydestään. Mikään ei voisi olla okkultistisessa mielessä loogisempaa kuin se, että näkymättömät entiteetit, jotka hän kutsui paikalle valmistelemalla tätä paikkaa, todellakin ilmenisivät hänelle ja sen jälkeen ryhtyisivät pakkomielteeseen hänen kanssaan pitkän aikaa käyttäen hypnoottisia tekniikoita, jotka saivat miehen täysin hallintaansa.”

Constablella oli vielä sanottavaa: “Mitä tulee asiaan liittyvien entiteettien luonteeseen, näyttää siltä, että kirjoitukseni ’huomaamattomasta fysikaalisuudesta’ monien avaruusalusten tai niin kutsuttujen avaruusalusten lähteenä ovat vain liian lähellä totuutta. Itse asiassa, jos Benderin kokemuksella on jotain arvoa, haluaisin ehdottaa, että se varmasti valaisee They Live in the Sky -kirjan uudelleen lukemista. En usko tietäväni mitään Benderin tapauksen kaltaista tapausta, jossa mies, joka näennäisesti ei ollut tietoinen okkultismin todellisuudesta ja laeista, sai aggressiivisten okkulttisten voimien energeettisen huomion itselleen. Varmasti mies voi kiittää jonkinlaista jumalallista väliintuloa mielenterveytensä säilymisestä — jos kaikki, mitä hän kirjoittaa, on totta.”

Constable totesi myös: “Olettaen, että Bender on ollut totuudenmukainen ja rehellinen, sanoisin, että hänen kokemustensa opetus on tämä. UFOjen ja kaikkien niihin liittyvien hämmentävien ilmiöiden ymmärtämiseksi on välttämätöntä tuntea okkultistinen tiede. Tämä oppi, joka on ajettu kotiin lukemattomin tavoin siitä lähtien, kun lautaset tulivat ihmiskunnan tietoisuuteen, saa uutta voimaa Benderin kirjan myötä. Mutta vain harvat ovat niitä, jotka ottavat sen huomioon.”

Se, missä määrin Constable on saattanut jatkaa Benderin mysteerin selvittämistä, on asia, jota tutkin parhaillaan.

  Artikkelin julkaissut Mysterious Universe

http://eksopolitiikka.fi/ufot/ufot-mib-okkultismi-ja-trevor-james-constable/?utm_source=TR&utm_medium=eksopolitiikka.tumblr.com&utm_campaign=SNAP%2Bfrom%2B_%7C+Eksopolitiikka.fi+%7C_

[fuelsfire]

small tag drop !

[itsnotgray]

miscommunication, a trevor and jamie fic | intro

imagine living with jamie and trevor. you’re their third roommate, however of course you’re not a professional athlete. instead- you’re an average person. you’ve got accumulating student debt, and a 9-5, so rent? out of the question.

and of course, jamie and trevor don’t have the hearts to force you to pay rent you can’t afford. instead, they come up with a different form of rent… sex.

in return for the boys sharing you sexually, they’ll let you crash in the third bedroom for free, only really having to pay for groceries and other expenses.

but a bit of a heads up- you don’t end up paying for groceries… nor do you use the third bedroom.

[personinthepalace]

#I love Chris and Trevor tag teaming audience members#Lucy tried to run away at some point#Trevor had to stop her#max kept coming out to say hello#and was shut down time and time again by Trevor#Dennis just sort of wandered for a bit#until Chris got wind and steerd him backstage#a very frustrated half dressed Sandra came out at one point#Annie was the only one who didn’t make an appearance#such fun and interesting interactions! via @flustered-art

Chris Bean: you've got tiny hands! That's why we invented child labor in the first place!

The Peter Pan goes wrong pre-show bits and interactions!