#Henry Elwood

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Inspector George

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one is always slightly more in the mood for my nonsense then the other..

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The Blues Brothers (1980) // Dir. John Landis

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you know gaunt was brickin it when he called elisabeth ‘elly’ by accident. bro even ur experimental sex is gay what

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Ah, I love putting my ocs through the wringer

Explanations under cut

So, Percy was good friends with Gil, but Gil went missing at some point, and it really fucked Percy up, she's been trying to look into their disappearence by seeing if the recent uptick in supposed cult sightings are related in some way

Millie's drawing is related to her fear of becoming something inhuman after getting hit with toon tomfuckery

Benson's drawing is of him holding Millie's hand after she passed out from her first exposure to the aforementioned toonfuckery via bottle of ink that broke in her jacket pocket and got in her system

The last drawing is related to some ocs I haven't shown anything about (and Blanc, who I haven't shown much of), Q.T. (left) was a close "friend" of Henry (the eyes towards the top) and frequently got him out of tough shit due to being a lawyer, this relationship wound up biting him in the ass when Henry basically dragged him down with him and basically made him his henchman, Lian (right) was a detective trying to look into some of Henry's crimes towards the end of his time as a human, and Lian wound up getting caught in some of the crossfire of Henry's tomfuckery, winding up with a tooned left arm in the process.

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1969-71 Continental Mark III

Iacocca’s Lincoln: The Inside Story of the 1969-71 Continental Mark III

Lee Iacocca is remembered as the father of the Ford Mustang and the Chrysler Minivan, but there was another Iacocca vehicle that changed the Motor City: the Lincoln Continental Mark III. 

In auto industry lore, the design studio guys hate it when the people from upper management start fooling around with their work. Nothing good can come from that, or so the story goes. But there’s at least one instance that cuts against the grain of that familiar Motor City tale. It was Ford senior executive Lee Iacocca who originated the two signature styling features of the Lincoln Continental Mark III: the classic stand-up grille and the faux tire bustle in the deck lid.

It’s no exaggeration to note that these visual features created a design theme and defined the Lincoln Mark Series brand for decades. Years later, lead designer L. David Ash would recall that neither he nor Styling VP Gene Bordinat had conceived these two now-famous design gadgets; no, in fact it was all Iacocca. “Neither one of us would have done it on our own, I’m sure,” Ash remembered. “I have to give Lee credit for that.”

As vice president of the Ford Motor Company’s car and truck group—top product boss, among other duties—Lido Anthony “Lee” Iacocca had at least two problems on his plate in the autumn of 1965. First, sales of the Ford Thunderbird had flattened out after a promising start years earlier. Meanwhile, Ford’s flagship Lincoln division wasn’t setting the world on fire, either. While the Elwood Engel-designed 1961 Lincoln was a style maker of the decade, it was nearing the end of its product cycle. Actually, Lincoln was a perennial problem for Ford senior management. According to Bordinat, it had never turned an actual profit since Henry and Edsel Ford acquired the company from the Lelands in 1922.

So a plan was hatched to build a new, small Lincoln on the same platform as the Thunderbird, which was switching to body-on-frame construction for 1967 (in part due to limited production volume). This would help the Thunderbird fill out production capacity at the Wixom, Michigan plant, and it would give Lincoln an entry in the rapidly expanding personal-luxury category, joining the Buick Riviera, Cadillac Eldorado, Olds Toronado, et alia.

The original body design by Ash and his staff, at one point named the Lancelot, was clean and elegant but lacked visual punch, one could argue. Iacocca’s fake-Rolls grille shell and spare-tire bump fixed that, creating a distinctive and memorable look. It was said that the chrome grille shell was the most expensive such piece in the industry, with a unit cost nearing $200. Ash and crew completed the theme by hiking up the rear quarters and deck lid two inches, scrunching the roof down into the body for a classic ’30s profile.

From its exterior appearance, you might never know that the finished design shared its greenhouse with the Thunderbird coupe, or its floorpan, black metal, and 117.2-inch wheelbase with the T-Bird four-door. When Henry Ford II saw the clay model in the studio, he reportedly said, “I’d like to drive that home.” With the Ford family’s seal of approval secured, the new car was christened the Continental Mark III, establishing its lineage with Edsel Ford’s original 1939 Continental and the Continental Mark II of 1956-57. At that point the previous Mark III, IV and V models of 1958-60 were conveniently forgotten—today it would be called a reboot.

Introduced in April 1968 as a 1969 model, technically (Lincoln division downplayed model year designations, trying to present the car as “timeless”) the Mark III was panned by the critics but embraced by the car-buying public. “The buffs may not like it but the people with money will,” Bordinat wisely predicted. The Mark wasn’t big for an American luxury car at just over 216 inches long and 4,800 lbs, but it was big enough, with solid road manners and a comfortable ride. Interior specialist Herman Brunn covered the seats with rich, pre-creased leather, like the easy chairs in a men’s club. Noteworthy technical features included an all-new 460 CID V8 and Sure-Track, an early form of antilock braking developed by Kelsey-Hayes.

With a base price of $6,758 compared to $4,807 for its Thunderbird cousin, the Mark III was quite a moneymaker for the Motor Company, spawning an even more popular and profitable successor, the Mark IV (shown with Iacocca below). The Mark series, which comfortably outsold the Eldorado and effectively doubled the Lincoln division’s volume at times, continued on all the way to 1998 and the Mark VIII, and Iacocca would to on to further glories, including the Chrysler Minivan.

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Chapter 3: You’re Breaking My Heart

Eugene Roe x Violet Elwood

Summary: Everything was going so well, until it wasn’t. Things with Violet had been going swimmingly but how much can a person heart really take?

Warnings: implied sex scene, mentions of hospitals

August 12th 1941

Eugene watched as the drinks wobbled precariously on the tray as he moved through the crowd of people and towards the table where Violet and Henry were waiting. They were deep in conversation when Eugene arrived and he managed to catch the end of it before they noticed him.

“Violet, you have to tell Eugene. You can’t keep something like this from him,” Henry asserted, raising an eyebrow when Violet sighed.

“I can’t tell him, and you can’t either. It’s not yours to tell,” Violet snapped, her face quickly morphing into a smile when she noticed him. “Eugene, you’re back.”

“What were you two whispering about?” Eugene asked, placing the drinks on the table and sliding into the booth beside her.

Violet stayed silent for a moment, glancing at Henry before replying, “I was just telling Henry about what surprise I have planned for your birthday.” She leaned over and pecked Eugene’s cheek but he caught her before she pulled away and brought her in for a proper kiss. Eugene had never believed in feeling butterflies from a kiss until he kissed Violet, now every kiss felt as special as their first.

“A surprise? My birthday isn’t until October, you're planning early,” Eugene laughed, but Violet simply nodded.

“It’s good to be prepared,” she nuzzled her head against Eugene’s neck, sighing contently as his arm came around her, pulling her close.

August 27th 1941

Rose greeted Eugene when he appeared at the front door, “Mornin’ Eugene, Violet will be down in a minute. You wanna come in?”

“Sure,” Eugene thanked her, following her down the familiar corridor and into the family kitchen. Violet’s mother was tidying the kitchen and quickly pulled off her apron, hurrying over to him.

“Eugene, hello,” she pulled him into a hug which he quickly returned. He always felt so welcome in the Elwood household, even Violet’s father seemed to like him.

Violet came slowly down the stairs, smiling sweetly at him. “Hello Gene,” she embraced him, kissing his cheek delicately.

“What are you two up to today then?” Her mother asked, packing some sandwiches into a bag and handing them to Violet.

“We're going out to Henry’s family’s boat for the day,” Violet spoke cheerfully, clearly very excited about the prospect of their boat trip.

“Sounds fun,” Violet’s mum gave her a quick kiss. “Well, be safe and have fun.” Eugene followed Violet along the hall when her mother hurried after them. “Violet, don’t forget these.” She handed her something which Violet quickly buried in her pocket, sending Eugene a small smile.

He began to ask what her mother had given her but Violet quickly linked her hand through his, pulling him through the front door. “Come on or we’ll miss the bus.”

It was a short bus ride to the edge of the city where the Johnsons moored their boat, and the pair arrived shortly before noon. The sun was hanging high in the sky, beating down on the pair as Eugene helped Violet climb onto the small boat. It was merely a rowing boat, nothing grand or special, and yet Violet was so excited to go in it. He couldn’t help but grin back at her and he took up the ores and began to row, her smile was infectious.

As they pushed away from the dock and Eugene began to row further out Violet pointed out things on the land, or the way the water rippled, or how bright the sun was. It was as if she was experiencing all these things for the first time and it reminded him of the day at the lake with Henry. She seemed to intrigued by everything, as if she had yet to experience much of what life had to offer.

When they were out far enough from land, Eugene balanced the ores so they were no longer in the water and they were left to float around in the clear water. Occasionally fish passed underneath the boat, their silver bellies glistening in the afternoon sunshine.

Violet opened up the package of sandwiches, offering Eugene one, which he accepted gratefully, enjoying the taste, if not the rough texture of the bread. She opened a small pot and took a round tablet from it, placing it on her tongue and washing it down with water from the canteen.

“You okay?” Gene asked, watching as her eyes grew wide and she mumbled something, shoving the pot back in her bag.

“I think I have a migraine coming on,” she smiled weakly at him, taking a bite from her sandwich and began chewing quickly.

Eugene nibbled at the edge of his sandwich thoughtfully, sometimes it seemed like he knew Violet better than anyone, other times it felt like he didn’t know her at all.

Violet soon changed the subject, pointing out a colourful fish that splashed at the edge of the boat, weaving between the reeds and disappearing behind a rock. Violet had a childlike manner when it came to pointing out animals that always made Eugene smile, whether it was pointing out a dog walking down the street or a cat sitting on a fence, she always noticed them.

After finishing his sandwich Eugene rowed them further across the lake, before turning the boat and started the paddle back to the shore. The sun grew low in the sky, and a cool breeze began to blow across the lake. Violet began to hum a soft tune and with the setting sun glowing on her Eugene couldn’t help but see the resemblance to an angel, an ethereal being. Eugene often wondered if she was closer to God in some way, through things she said. She was very perceptive and had a way of looking at life like no one he’d ever met before.

Back on the shore, Eugene helped Violet climb from the boat, ensuring it didn’t too as she stepped out and passed her the bag and tied the boat back to its moor. Violet sat on the bank watching him with a smile on her lips.

“What are you looking at?” He chuckled, moving closer to her and pressing his lips firmly to hers. She smiled into the kiss and Eugene knew that he could happily spend the rest of his life kissing her lips.

“Just looking at you,” she replied, a light brush spreading across her cheeks as Eugene began to kiss her once more.

“Oh really,” he mumbled against her lips, cupping her cheek gently and raising her chin so he had better access to her lips.

“I like it when you kiss me, Gene,” Violet mumbled, gripping the front of his shirt, and looking up at him with her large blue eyes. “I really like it when you kiss me.” She looked down in her lap before meeting his gaze once more, “I think I love you, Gene.”

“Well I really like kissin’ you too,” Eugene assured her, pushing her hair away from her face but she just shook her head, causing the blonde strands to fall back. “And I think I love you too.” He couldn’t believe the words left his mouth but he was glad they did. To finally admit how he truly felt for Violet felt like a huge weight lifted but Violet’s face said otherwise.

“No Eugene, I really like kissing you and I’d like to kiss you a whole lot more, and maybe even…” she trailed off and Eugene cocked his head, thinking over her words until he swallowed hard, realising just what she was implying.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, unable to raise his voice any louder. His throat felt tight like someone was crushing his trachea.

“I’m sure, I’m very sure,” she assured him, gripping his collar and pulling him down for another kiss, this one more passionate than any of the kisses they had shared before. Eugene gasped and Violet took the opportunity to push her tongue into his mouth, fighting against his own for dominance which she quickly won. Eugene moved to kneel and Violet pulled him down with her as she lay on the grass.

Before things could go too far Eugene pulled away. “We can’t… not here,” he took her hand in his own, pulling them both to their feet. “There’s an old lake house on the far side of the lake. No one uses it but it’s pretty nice over there. Henry and I spent lots of time there last summer.” He wasn’t sure why he was suggesting the old lake house, he didn’t like to think what his mother would think of him but Violet nodding adamantly at him encouraged him to make the decision.

“Okay.”

The moonlight streamed through the crack in the wooden boards, casting an eerie, white glow across Eugene’s face as he stirred under the thin covers. His arm felt numb but he was unable to move it due to a heavy weight on it. Turning his head, he was met with the sleeping face of Violet, looking so peaceful under the moonlight. He reached across, smoothing his index finger over her cheek.

He’d never imagined his first time with a girl to be in a boathouse, especially not Violet. He’d imagined a romantic evening but thinking back on their day together he couldn’t think of anything more perfect. Everything was perfect with Violet by his side.

Checking his watch, the time read 09:00 pm. Shit. Despite not wanting to disturb Violet they had to get home soon, her parents liked him up until this point and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise that.

“Violet? Vi Sweetheart, we have to get going. Your parents will want you home,” he pushed her gently but she didn’t stir. “Violet?”

Eugene sat up straight, leaning over Violet and shaking her harshly, “Violet!” His voice grew more urgent as his heart began hammering in his chest. When he continued to shake her to no avail he knew his only option was to get help. He pulled his clothes on quickly, scooping Violet up into his arms and hurrying out of the lake house. He was thankful for the road that ran alongside the lake and hurried up onto the tarmac, flagging down a passing car.

“It’s going to be okay, Violet. I’m going to get you help.”

Eugene had never spent much time in hospitals but from just sitting in the waiting room, he had grown to hate the place. One of the nurses had contacted Violet’s parents who luckily had a phone due to their shop, and they had passed on the message to his parents. The two families sat in utter silence and it was crushing Eugene with more guilt than he already felt.

Violet’s mother had begun crying when she saw him and pulled him straight into a bone-crushing hug to which he broke into a heartbreaking sob. All the emotions of the day finally caught up with him and now it was all too much. She loved him and he loved her. They had consummated their love and now… well now he wasn’t sure what was happening and he didn’t seem to be getting any answers.

As the hours dragged on, different family members got up and walked around, his sisters choosing to get some fresh air outside with Violet's sisters. Eugene couldn’t move from his seat, paralysed by the confusion and growing pain he felt in his chest.

“Mr and Mrs Elwood?” An older doctor in a long white coat appeared, a clipboard tucked under one arm.

“Yes,” Violet’s parents stood quickly, hurrying towards the doctor. He ushered them forward and Eugene stood too.

“What’s wrong with her?” He demanded, tears slipping down his cheeks. Violet’s mother turned to him, nodding to Violet’s father. The couple moved closer to Eugene, beckoning him to take a seat again but he refused.

Violet’s mother took a deep breath, “Eugene there’s something that you need to know… about Violet. It’s going to be hard to understand. She didn’t want to hurt you, that’s why she didn’t tell you.”

Eugene gulped, ignoring the tears that continued to slip down his cheeks, “Tell me what?”

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Jensen Ackles Likes Where ‘Big Sky’ Season 3 Finale Left Beau & Jenny

I have to say how seamlessly Beau has fit into the world of Big Sky since his introduction last season.

Jensen Ackles: It’s never easy coming onto an established show and trying to find your footing. I came in [the] third season on The Boys; now I’m coming in third season on Big Sky. I’m just like, OK, here we go again. It’s like the new kid at school. But everybody was very welcoming. Everybody was very gracious, and yeah, they gave me a character I thought filled maybe a little bit of a void in what we were seeing in the show. I just tried to hit those notes and bring a little levity to what is essentially a pretty grim basis for a show, which is just murder mystery constantly. But it’s good to layer in some of the lighter moments. I think it just gives the show and the storyline some complexity that makes it makes it more entertaining.

At the beginning of the season, you joked with Elwood Reid about when you would go all Liam Neeson, and you certainly got to do that in these last two episodes with Avery (Henry Ian Cusick), Sunny, and Buck to save Emily.

Yeah, I feel like that might have been a little prophetic for me. [Laughs] I think I said it, and I willed it to happen, and Elwood was like, “look, man, it was your fault; you said it.” I was happy with the way it ended up. I kind of figured that that was where we were going, and I was looking forward to getting to show a different side of Beau and get to play that less happy-go-lucky, good ol’ boy and more of just a father in absolute misery and fury.

At the end of the season, Beau is kind of torn between moving back to Houston with Emily and Carla (Angelique Cabral) and facing his ghosts there and maybe staying and looking forward. Do you think he has any idea what he wants to do?

I don’t know. The show leaves Beau, I think, in a real contemplative state. I think that he has a strong desire to reconnect with his ex-wife. I think he still does love her. Obviously, he wants to be in as close proximity to his daughter as possible. That’s very enticing for reconnecting with his ex-wife as well. But then, at the same time, does that just lead to the same place that ended up breaking them up in the first place? And is this new role and a new place with new faces and new friends a fresh start for him that he needs to kind of move past what he was coming from in Houston? I think it sets up those questions in a great way. Whether or not we’ll answer them that’s not up to me.

How does Beau feel about Jenny? I kept expecting something to happen in that final scene…

Yeah. In my opinion, that’s just good TV. Leave the audience wanting more is something that I’ve heard many, many times, and I think it’s just a formula that works. And I think we gave just a little bit of what some of the audience was hoping for. There was a moment there, and there was a connection there, and there were clearly sparks. But do we need to play it out in a graphic sex scene? I don’t know. That’s for the streamers. We’re still doing broadcast TV here, still trying to keep it a little friendly.

Kisses do tend to happen in finales…

Let me ask you this, would it have been even worse had we started leaning towards the kiss and they cut the credits?

Probably.

Probably, right? [Laughs] Or would you have rather seen, like, boom, kiss, and the bedroom door flies open, and we’re just hungrily attacking each other, and we fall onto the bed, boom credits?

I was expecting to be left with the question of whether they would even go further than a kiss and cross that line.

Yeah, absolutely. I think that was that moment. A kiss wasn’t necessarily needed for the moment of, “OK, the walls have just come down. The lines are certainly being crossed, but let’s not jump across the line. Let’s tiptoe for now until we figure out what this is.” I thought that was a nice way of doing it in a way that wasn’t scratching that itch that everybody wanted to scratch so much, you know what I mean? I appreciated it, but I could also see why people were like, “Oh, come on, give us the goods.”

Is he ready to open up to Jenny about his ghosts? He says after a few more beers, but that’s different from being ready.

That was just like; I’m not ready yet. I’ve got to warm up to that. As I would know, a way for a Texas guy to say that is, “well, I’m gonna need a few more beers before I get into all that,” which is just, “I need to be a little bit more comfortable. I need to know how I’m gonna phrase it, how I’m gonna say it. Because you start to think about how you’re gonna react and how I’m gonna feel, and do I really want to open up that Pandora’s box with this person who I work with on a daily basis? I’m gonna have to see her on Monday. Is this something that now it’s gonna be awkward?” So there’s, I think, a lot of questions in that moment, which fired it up in a way that that made it not so sexual. It made it like two humans really, truly connecting. It wasn’t just like, oh, let’s rip each other’s clothes off. It’s like, oh, let’s strip away the walls that we’ve been hiding behind all season, and let’s maybe get to an emotional point here with each other that could certainly then lead to intimacy.

Katheryn and I talked about it. We talked about that a lot more than I think normal. She and I usually come in guns blazing, we’re ready to go, and we can hit those script notes and do our job. But this scene took a little bit more kind of ironing out just from the emotional standpoint where we wanted to land and how we wanted it to go from A to B and B to C. And I thought it was a deeper, richer way of going about it in the fact that it was less just, oh, here’s two adults that are attracted to each other, and so let’s start making out and head of the bedroom, and more about, this is a friend who clearly there’s chemistry there, and she wants to know about my backstory. Maybe it’s now time to drop those walls down and start opening up to this person — which we know when you do that, that just leads to more things. So I think had there been 15 more minutes of the episode, we probably would’ve seen Beau leaving the next morning.

Talk about filming the Beau-Buck fight.

Yeah. I kind of knew that was coming down [the] pipe, and Elwood had mentioned that this was gonna roll out. I was really excited because I’m just such a huge fan of Rex. And I told him that the first day. He showed up with Reba, and everybody was like, oh, Reba, Reba, Reba. And I just ran right up to Rex. I was like, “dude, I watched so many of your movies. I grew up watching you. I’m such a fan.”

He and I are both were both born and raised in Texas, and we just got along really well. And so, to get to work with him in that capacity, I was tickled. It was a lot of fun. He’s such a great performer and scene partner and just a good guy all around, not just working with him on camera. Just throw a football with him, just hang out with him, drink a beer with him. He’s that kind of guy. So to get to do that kind of work with somebody like that just made it all that much more fulfilling and fun and exciting.

I liked the nods to Supernatural this season, especially Beau giving Cassie salt for her new house, so she’s protected — “from demons,” as she remarks.

I can’t remember if that was in the script because it was so long ago. I think it was an ad lib — because I did a few different versions of that. That was one thing that they kind of encouraged me to do was do one scripted, and then if I’ve got some ideas, I can ad-lib some stuff. Not changing the script, but just changing a word here like that, for instance, I’ll just throw it in. It’s not gonna change the scene at all. It’s not gonna change the moment. It’s not gonna change anybody else’s dialogue, but it just kind of keeps it fresh. I got to do that quite a bit this season, which is a lot of fun. And I think that that was just an ad-lib that I think that I threw out there. [Laughs]

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[justjensenanddean]

Big Sky closed out its second season with Cassie, Jenny and new sheriff Beau getting friendly as they knocked back some after-work drinks. And to hear showrunner Elwood Reid tell it, Season 3 — which is subtitled Deadly Trails — will be even cozier.

But for whom, exactly? “I’ll leave it for interpretation,” Reid teases, calling Beau (played by new series regular Jensen Ackles) “a very fun, interesting guy — and both of these women find him fun and interesting. As the season progresses, there might be some sparks on one of those sides.”

Viewers will be able to start searching for those sparks when the drama returns on Wednesday (ABC, 10/9c), but Reid warns that you’ll have to look closely… at least at first.

“I’m playing it very open-ended in the beginning. I don’t want to tilt my hand where we’re going,” he tells TVLine. “Suffice to say, all my actors — but particularly Jensen — he’s got chemistry with everybody.”

Dewell & Hoyt multitask

One big change for the Deadly Trails season: Each episode will feature a crime that is solved either by Cassie and Denise at the private investigation office or Jenny and Beau at the sheriff’s department, or some combination thereof. Meanwhile, the season’s overarching mystery will continue to unfold, as well. “And, like all Big Sky stuff,” Reid promises, “all of it eventually ends up being intertwined in some way.” (And expect some late-season additions to the Dewell & Hoyt staff, as well.)

With whom will Beau go?

So, back to Beau and those “sparks.” First, let’s deal with some figures from the sheriff’s romantic past: As we previously reported, Big Sky has recruited Angelique Cabral (Maggie) to play Carla, the ex-wife Beau has admitted he still loves. (“She’s a firecracker,” Reid says with a laugh.) And she, as well as her new husband, Avery (Lost alum Henry Ian Cusick), and Beau and Carla’s daughter, Emily, will be on one of Sunny’s glamping trips when things go sideways.

“It’s fun to play this idea that [Beau] is a guy who truly does love this ex-wife, is in love with his ex-wife, and does really want to be there for his daughter,” the EP says. But does that mean that the new lawman’s easy — dare we say, flirty — rapport with both Cassie and Jenny is destined to stay strictly platonic? Reid’s cagey answer is this:

“Last year, with all of the rollercoaster ride that Cassie took emotionally with the death of her father and her little affair with Lindor, and then Jenny of course with the character of Travis, it’s just… I opted for a slow burn this season. And I leave it to you to see which way that ball is going to bounce.”

tvline.com/lists/big-sky-season-3-beau-romance-jenny-cassie/beau-romance-love/

[henryrussell63]

Honestly I can’t take him anywhere! P6 in the race, could be better could be worse, time to go down under

[bellaatmclaren]

@henryrussell63 did not let me sleep on our flight over..

[frenchcurious]

Windermere house à Elwood, Melbourne, Australie. Design par James Henry Esmond Dorney in 1936, construite en 1938.- source Mary Tampakopoulou.

[midnightcowboy1969]

What are some of your favourite movies?

Thank you for the ask! (Don't take the numbers too seriously)

Midnight Cowboy (1969), dir. John Schlesinger - Joe Buck the Texan dishwasher goes to New York to hustle women but falls for the little scammer Rico Rizzo who offers him a place to stay when he in record-speed becomes homeless.

A New Leaf (1971), dir. Elaine May - Henry Graham, a rich man who has been living a very unsustainable lifestyle, is now broke. He wants to find a wife, kill her and then inheret her wealth. He ends up with Henrietta, a rich, family-less, botanist who is also a big clutz. ROMANCE.

Gilda (1946), dir. Charles Vidor - Johnny Farrell (bad bi rep) goes to Argentina and gets rescued from being mugged by the casino owner and tungston cartel boss Ballin Mundson, and starts working for him. One day Ballin has found himself an American wife, Gilda. Surprise, surprise. She's Johnny's ex. Drama. Amazing. Women's rights, as Johnny and Ballin are peak misogynistic.

The Roaring Twenties (1939), dir. Raoul Walsh - Eddie Bartlett returns home from the war and its rough being a veteran. He ends up working for the mob and then teams up with George Hally (who is >:)) and they go right to the top. There's like a love-gemoetrical shape. Jean Sherman, a performer, likes Lloyd Hart (friend of Eddie who works for him) but Eddie wants Jean. The singer Panama Smith yearns for Eddie. George and Eddie are married and divorced at the same time. Amazing. Love it.

Deadhead Miles (1972), dir. Vernon Zimmerman - Alan Arkin and Paul Benedict drive a truck. That's it. The music is great. The dialogue is interesting.

Harvey (1950), dir. Henry Koster - Elwood P. Dowd, a pleasant man living with his sister, has an invisible rabbit friend. People think he is mentally unwell, and his sister wants him put away. Pleasantness prevails! Long live kindness!

3:10 to Yuma (1957), dir. Delmer Daves - Dan Evans must regain his fatherly masculinity, he thinks, after his sons see him willingly hand their horses over to Ben Wade and his gang of outlaws etc etc. Because there's a drought, the Evans family also needs cash (for their little ranch), and so Dan agrees to help get Ben to prison in Yuma, aka. on the 3:10 train to Yuma. In Contention City, Dan and Ben are in the bridal suite, and Ben being a slut temptress tries to bribe Dan with cash into letting him go while >:) on the bridal bed. Amazing. Iconic.

The Wicker Man (1973), dir. Robin Hardy - Police sergeant Neil Howie goes to Summerisle to find the missing girl Rowan. Everybody there are unchristian sluts to Howie's horror. Unbeknownst to him, he is a fool. Very good.

Real Life (1979), dir. Albert Brooks - A fictional version of Albert Brooks wants to make a movie about real life! He gets himself a family and some scientists to study this thing. The problem is that Brooks is not completely stable and well... what is 'real life' on camera. Amazing! Love it!

Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978), dir. Philip Kaufman - Aliens are taking over and look just like us. Donald Sutherland and Brooke Adams are so <333333. If you've not seen it, it's kind of fun having seen the 1958 version first (the book isn't all that) so you get the little thing about the man running around all :'0. And, it's a good movie. Both are good.

I have many more. These are the ones I remember now :))) Thank you again :)))

[twistedthings]

𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘.

* = bio completed

Broderick Elwood, 25-29, bisexual, construction worker, fc: Drew Starkey.

Christian Byrne, 36-40, bisexual, medical doctor, fc: Aidan Turner.

Devon "Devo" Aguilar, 31-35, bisexual, cook, fc: Tommy Martinez.

Elliot Lewis, 32-36, pansexual, professor, fc: Oliver Jackson-Cohen*

Eliora Slater, 26-30, bisexual, senators daughter, fc: Halston Sage.*

Emerald "Remy" Harris, 29-33, bisexual, dancer/roller rink owner, fc: Logan Browning.

Erica Burgos, 27-31, bisexual, private detective, fc: Adria Arjona.*

Hernando "Henry" Estrada, 40-44, bisexual, author/newspaper editor, fc: Oscar Isaac.

Jeremy Stenson, 36-42, pansexual, detective (serial killer), fc: Chris Evans. *

Jessia "Jessi" Davies, 21-25, bisexual, psychology student/empath, fc: Sydney Sweeney.

Judith " Jude" Lester, 23-27, bisexual, assassin, fc: Kat McNamara. 

Kaleb "Kale" Pendusky, 35-39, pansexual, investigative reporter, fc: Andrew Garfield. *

Lauren "Ren" Hyde, 24-28, bisexual, bartender, fc: Danielle Campbell.

Marley "Mars" Abrams, 26-30, bisexual, nurse, fc: Alycia Debnam Carey.

Michael "Mikey" Palmer, 27-31, bisexual, photographer, fc: Joe Keery. 

Missa Shen, 26-30, omnisexual, painter/artist, fc: Havana Rose Liu.

Raven Mason, 29-33, bisexual, model, fc: Laura Harrier.

Samuel Carmichael, 36-40, pansexual, architect/embezzler/con-artist, fc: Charlie Cox.

Tracy "Tray" Powell, 27-31, lesbian, tech support/alien & paranormal hunter, fc: Chloe Bennet*

[you-moveme-kurt]

Glee «Ithaca, New York»

Julio de 2035

-¿Dónde queda este pueblo?!... hemos estado en el auto como 56 horas… ¡hola!... —se quejó Lizzie mientras viajaba en el asiento trasero del vehículo familiar junto a  sus hermanos. -Cuatro horas exactas en realidad cariño… —dijo Kurt mirando la hora en la pantalla multimedia del auto y blanqueando los ojos después. -Kurt… —murmuró Blaine haciendo un gesto sutil de reproche mientras conducía. -Es la verdad… —insistió entre dientes. -Se que hemos viajado harto, pero valdrá la pena, se los prometo… —dijo Henry con todo el entusiasmo de quien había organizado el paseo, era su último verano en la casa de sus padres antes de irse a la universidad en otoño y Kurt y Blaine le habían pedido a él que organizara las actividades del día de  la independencia, como una especie de despedida o algo así. -Eso espero, aunque con ese nombre… “italo”... nadie sabe lo que eso significa… ¡hola! -Es Ithaca Princesa y en realidad se supone que es un pueblo bastante interesante en la historia americana, además que tiene como 100 cascadas y tienen algo llamado “Porchfest” en el que durante un fin de semana, los vecinos del barrio de Fall Creek prestan los porches de sus casas a bandas de música locales… ¿que?... —pregunto al ver que su esposo se le quedaba viendo con los ojos más que abiertos. -¿Cómo sabes esos datos? -Soy experto en trivia de las ruralidad de New York, ¿ok?… —respondió como haciéndose el interesante. -¡Mentira! -Si es mentira, pero si se bastante porque ahí esta el lago Cayuga y Elwood tiene una propiedad allí y es de lo que más ha hablado en los últimos 10 años… —agregó sonriendo. -Eso si lo puedo creer… —agregó Kurt mirando a Noah que dormía sin sobresaltos en su silla de seguridad.

-En la otra salida “Papáblen”... —dijo Henry que seguía la ruta en la aplicación de mapas de su teléfono móvil. -¡A qué hora vamos a llegar!... ¡doble hola! —exclamó Lizzie revolviéndose el pelo. -Princesa… —dijo Blaine mirando por el espejo retrovisor. -¡Uy!... —añadió empuñando sus manos. -Lo siento hermanita… pero valdrá la pena te lo prometo… —volvió a  decir Henry con cara de complicación— ¡ahí “Papáblen”!... —exclamó señalando hacia adelante la entrada oficial del pueblo de Ithaca, Blaine disminuyó la velocidad para que todos apreciaran mejor las vistas que ofrecía el pueblo y que a todas luces conservaba la huella de una vida fácil y sin sobresaltos. Los barrios se sucedían en una cuadrícula de casas con jardín y pequeños parques vecinales, al llegar al centro era posible percibir el espíritu comunitario de la ciudad: tiendas de artesanía local, comercios de ropa y libros de segunda mano y pequeños bares y restaurantes abastecidos en su mayor parte por las granjas y la agricultura de los alrededores. -Vaya… es muy bonito… mira esos árboles… —dijo Lizzie sacando la cabeza por la ventana de su lado— bien hecho hermanito… —agregó dándole un golpe fraternal a Henry en un brazo y por encima de Noah. -Gracias… —dijo el chico tocándose el lugar del golpe. -Pequeño recién nacido en medio chicos… tengan cuidado… —advirtió Kurt mirándolos hacia atrás por sobre su hombro, el pequeño hizo ademán de despertarse pero terminó solo por estirar sus pequeñas piernas y volver a  dormir. -¿Dónde podemos dejar el auto? —pregunto Blaine agachándose un poco para mirar hacia la calle por el vidrio delantero -Dejame buscar la B&B que reserve… -¡B&B!... —exclamó Kurt abriendo sus ojos como platos. -Kurt… —repitió Blaine volviendo a lo del gesto reprobatorio. -Lo que es genial cariño, en especial si es un hotel llamado así… —agregó sin poder evitarlo, Blaine sonrió negando con la cabeza. -No es un hotel, es en realidad una B&B… pero no te preocupes papá solo es comunitaria a la hora de desayunar, el resto es totalmente individual… -Un alivio cariño, qué más puedo decir… —dijo Kurt fingiendo una sonrisa. -¿Será esa hijo?... —preguntó Blaine señalando hacia adelante una casa estilo gótico de tres pisos  color terracota y ventanas de madera en color verde musgo. -¿Se llama “The William Henry Miller Inn?... —preguntó Henry mientras miraba su teléfono y la calle de manera alternada. -Creo… creo que sí… —respondió Blaine empequeñeciendo sus ojos como para enfocar mejor. -¡Si!, ¡esa es! -¿Y se llama como tu?... que divertido… ¡hola!...—dijo Lizzie riendo. -Es solo coincidencia “Rizzie”, no la elegí por eso… —se defendió Henry poniendo la misma cara de fastidio que Kurt ponía cuando algo no lo complacía, su hermana hizo un par de gestos de burla divertidos y acabaron todos riendo— ¿qué opinas Papá?... —preguntó casi como con miedo. -Se ve muy bonito cariño… espero y por dentro sea igual… —añadió como cantando las vocales. -Lo es… te lo prometo… -Yo creo que es super…¡y se ve super!... —dijo Lizzie volviendo a lo de sacar medio cuerpo por la ventana. -Coincido y agrego que  es perfecto… —añadió Blaine aparcando el auto, Kurt blanqueo los ojos con disimulo— y si nos ponen en esa torre, sería aún más.. -A lo mejor hay fantasmas… ¡hola!... —agregó Lizzie dando unos aplausos. -No lo creo “Rizzie”... pero es una casa muy antigua asi es que… —respondió Henry abriendo la puerta para bajarse de los primeros— iré  a hacer el “check inn”...—dijo cerrando la puerta con suavidad para no importunar a su hermanito. -¡Te acompaño!... —exclamó Lizzie haciendo con su puerta justamente lo contrario, -¡Lizzie! —dijo Kurt como en un grito ahogado, la chica y todos se quedaron quietos como estatuas un par de segundos, Noah abrió sus ojos un segundo, hizo el ademán de llorar para luego acomodarse y seguir durmiendo—bendito sea esta niño… —añadió llevándose una mano al pecho, Lizzie hizo un gesto de alivio para luego enseñar sus pulgares arriba y partir al lado de su hermano. -Sacare a Noah primero… —dijo Blaine quitándose el cinturón de seguridad. -¿Me vas a dejar con las maletas, Blaine Anderson-Hummel?, ya sería lo último que podría pasar, te lo advierto…  —contestó Kurt poniéndose peor cara -No, acabo de decir que sacaré a Noah primero, lo que deja implícito que haré otra cosa después… —respondió con toda la calma del mundo, Kurt se remitió a blanquear los ojos como la había hecho durante todo el viaje. -Ok… —dijo Blaine poniendo el seguro en las puertas, su esposo miro aquello como si lo estuvieran secuestrando o lago— no quiero que esto suene mal, pero… ¿podrías cambiar la cara y tu actitud?, este es probablemente el último verano que pasaremos con Henry y que tu estes con esa actitud después de todo el esfuerzo que puso en estas pequeñas vacaciones familiares, es bastante… -¿Bastante?... —dijo Kurt abriendo más sus ojos y arqueando la ceja inquisidora como nunca antes la había arqueado. -Molesto… bien molesto… -¡Blaine! -Es la verdad… -Bueno, cuando le dijimos que organizara este fin de semana largo, esperaba que hiciera planes a no más de 15 minutos de la casa, de preferencia en Manhattan, en el Empire State por ejemplo… -Esas son tus preferencias Kurt, no las de él… -¡Lo sé!, y las estoy diciendo yo, ¿que raro no?... disculpa… —dijo de inmediato al notar que estaba siendo demasiado sarcástico para la hora que era, la situación y la persona con la que estaba hablando. -No te preocupes… pero si miras bien este lugar se ve bastante decente… -Blaine, es una posada, en un pueblo… ¿qué tan decente puede ser?… -No se… a la altura de 5 puntos en “Tripadvisor” por ejemplo… —dijo manipulando su teléfono para buscar los datos que había encontrado -¿5 puntos?, ¿en serio? -Míralo tú mismo… —dijo entregando su teléfono, Kurt lo tomó de mala gana y comenzó a leer la información del sitio web -Vaya… si es bastante decente… -Te lo dije… y es lo mismo que opina el respetado columnista del New York time, que tu admiras y que se  quedó aquí por más de tres días… —agregó acercándose a su esposo para cambiar las pantallas hasta llegar al articulo que hacia referencia, Kurt lo leyó en silencio y comenzó a  estar mas de acuerdo con la elección de su hijo. -Ok… lo siento, es un buen lugar, me deje llevar por mis prejuicios… lo siento… —repitió entregando el teléfono. -No es a mi a quien tienes que pedir disculpas… ¿lo sabes?, ¿verdad? -Lo se… -Ok… —dijo Blaine dándole un beso en la mejilla antes de bajarse y hacer lo que dijera hace instantes. -Es a Henry… —murmuró soltando un suspiro mientras se bajaba del auto— un momento… —agregó como recordando algo. -¿Qué?... —dijo su esposo al tiempo que sacaba la pequeña silla de Noah y que también servía para transportarlo. -¿Qué es eso que dijiste sobre que este es el último verano que pasaremos con Henry?, ¿sabes algo que yo no?... —preguntó rodeando el auto para acercarse a él. -No, pero… -Si sabes algo yo necesito saberlo, es mi hijo del que estamos hablando… -Es nuestro hijo del que estamos hablando y no, no sé nada… —insistió Blaine entregando al bebé— solo digo lo que es obvio, se gradúo, ya es un adulto, no creo que después de poner un pie en la universidad, querrá seguir viajando con sus padres y hermanos a todas partes, asumo y tendrá planes propios… —explicó mientras abría el porta maletas y comenzaba a sacar el equipaje. -Por dios… —dijo Kurt sintiendo que se le apretaba la garganta. -¿Que? -Eso es muy triste… —respondió entristecido hasta las lagrimas -No, Kurt… —Blaine dejó lo que hacía para ir hasta donde su esposo, tomó la sillita del bebe y lo envolvió con el brazo que tenía libre muriendo de amor y ternura por él en aquel instante— no es triste… es la vida… -Pues la vida apesta… —agregó apartándose. -No crees eso, ¿verdad? —dijo Blaine mientras le quitaba las lágrimas con sus dedos, su esposo solo se limitó a encogerse de hombros— además, no sabemos como va reaccionar nuestro hijo, tal vez si quiera estar con sus padres después de todo… -Tal vez… pero ya pase las últimas cuatro horas quejándome en vez de aprovechar este que podría ser el último viaje juntos…  debe odiarme… -Henry jamás te odiaría por nada… y si hablamos de tiempos, ahora tienes más de… ¿96?, horas para, para resarcirte de ese comportamiento… —dijo Blaine mirando su reloj cuando hablaba de las horas. -La ruralidad te pone sabio, ¿no es así? -Algo así… —dijo Blaine haciendo un gesto engreído— ven… —agregó estirando su brazo, Kurt se enjugó las últimas lágrimas que corrían por su cara y se refugió en él como lo hacía siempre— ¿quieres oir algo que se? -Siempre… -Pues creo que este lugar no fue escogido por nuestro hijo al azar… -¿No?... —dijo Kurt apartándose con una expresión divertida— ¿y que le hace pensar eso Señor Anderson-Hummel? -Pues escuché una conversación el otro día entre él y Liang, que decía que cierta chica que nuestro hijo ama, esta participando en un concurso de belleza aquí, algo como… -”Señorita libertad”... —interrumpió Kurt terminando la frase por su esposo. -Exacto… —dijo sonriendo— ¿como sabes? —agregó entregándole a Noah para seguir con lo del equipaje. -Es un concurso legendario… varias actrices de Hollywood empezaron aquí sus carreras… bueno no aquí… si no que en el lugar donde este concurso se llevó a cabo… -¿En serio? —dijo Blaine colgándose tres bolsos en un hombro y tomando otro par en una de sus manos -Mucho… por dios… ¿cuán maravilloso sería que ganara?… —dijo Kurt guardando silencio un segundo para pensar en aquello— apresúrate con esas maletas… hay trabajo que hacer… —terminó por decir dándose media vuelta para entrar al hotel. -Ok… creo que no debí contarte eso… —murmuró Blaine mirándolo partir.