#burketeers

[abbyprincess2]

Season 1 Athos

[forgetitbeam]

doodles for the soul

[vasiliospapaioannu]

The Man in the Bushes 16mm, archival footage | 5 min | USA | 2017 A film by Vasilios Papaioannu and Emma Piper-Burket ~  Logline: A filmmaker follows a man as he searches for clues to understand the father he never knew. ~  Synopsis: The distance from the Moon to Earth averages 238,855 miles. Both astronomical bodies are made up of the same elements in different proportions; one supports life, the other does not. A filmmaker follows a man as he searches for clues to understand the father he never knew. Armed with a stack of photographs, a street address and the knowledge that the man's father was an astronaut, the two explore their surrounding environs in order to unravel the mysteries of living on planet earth. ~~ [screenings] • Photometria Festival // Ioannina, Greece // September 22 2021 • Pugnant Film Series // Athens, Greece // February 2020 • Bolton Film Festival // Bolton, UK // September 2019 • Move Cine Arte, Museum of Image and Sound // São Paulo, Brazil // September 2019 • 31st Girona Film Festival ~Experimental Art~ // Girona, Spain // September 2019         -25 September 2019 (Fundació Valvi)         -26 September 2019 (Fundació Valvi)       -27 September 2019 (Fundació Valvi)         -28 September 2019 (Fundació Valvi) • Braziers Mini Indi Film Festival ~OBSERVED ECOLOGIES~ // Oxfordshire, UK // May 2019 • NewFilmmakers NY, Anthology Film Archives // New York City, NY // May 2019 • Santa Cruz International Film Festival // Santa Cruz, Argentina // April 2019 • MicroActs & GUISE Collective curated program ~ANALOGUE FUTURES~ // London, UK // April 2019 • WAV Venice Audio-Visual Show // Venice, Italy // February 1-9 2019 • Sharjah Film Platform - Sharjah Foundation // Sharjah, UAE // January 2019    -21 January 2019 (Al Hamra Cinema)           -23 January 2019 (Africa Hall) • 7th International Video Poetry Festival // Athens, Greece // December 2018 • ULTRAcinema // Xalapa, Veracruz, Mexico // November 2018   • Drunken Film Festival // Oakland, CA // October 2018   • Unseen Festival ~Future Light~ // Denver, CO // September 2018 • 20th Moviate Underground Film Festival // Harrisburg, PA // May 2018 • London Greek Film Festival // London, UK // May 2018 • AXW, Anthology Film Archives // New York City, NY // April 2018 • The West Virginia Mountaineer Short Film Festival // Morgantown, WV // April 2018 • Lucca Film Festival e Europa Cinema // Lucca, Italy // April 2018 • IBAFF Festival Internacional de Cine de Murcia // Murcia, Spain // March 2018 • aDifferent Film Festival // Milwaukee, WI // February 2018 ▪︎▫︎ Clermont-Ferrand Short Film Market ~~~ ▴ http://www.acinema.space/adifferent-f... ▴ https://ibaff.com/index.php/es/progra...

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Promptober: Day Twenty Two

Eddie Munson x fem!reader 975 words.

You knew it was raining before you opened your eyes, before you even really woke up. The downpour outside created a dull roar on the trailer’s tin roof, not much light coming in from the cracks in the curtains despite it being almost eight in the morning. 

You shifted, sheets slipping, the cold from outside nipping at your exposed skin and you grumbled. You sought out the warmth you knew was nearby, rolling lazily into the body next to yours. Bare skin, hot to touch, a mess of tangled curls on the pillow. 

You shuffled until you could wedge yourself under an arm, the black ink outlines seeming even darker in the low light and the boy grunted as he stretched, barely coming to as he moved for you. 

Eddie flipped onto his back, held his arm out for you and you both smiled as you pushed yourself onto his chest, cheek to his heart, your cold hand seeking warmth at the crook of his neck. He hissed, cringed at your touch before he grabbed at your fingers, bringing them to his mouth to huff over, all warm air and sleepy affection. 

“Time’s it?” He asked, eyes still closed as he settled himself back into the pillows, pulling the sheets around you both as he tucked you closer into his arms. 

“Still early,” you mumbled, “but I don’t think the market will be on today. Don’t need to get up anytime soon.”

The wash of rain was still a constant, a soothing white noise above Eddie’s bed and the rest of the trailer was quiet, Wayne long gone to work and there was a soft hum from the refrigerator, a louder, harder dripdripdrip from the leaking pipe outside the bathroom window. 

Eddie hummed, curling into you as he pushed his nose to your cheek, pressed a sleepy kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Sounds pretty wet.”

You snorted, eyes fluttering with the pull of sleep once more now that the boy had surrounded you in warmth and the smell of leftover cologne, a little smoky, a little spicy. Your hand traced the legs of the tattoo on his chest, spider legs creeping across the skin in a way that you’d grown to love. 

“It does,” you agreed. “Wanted to visit Gloria’s stall though, she said she had some new books coming in.” You pouted, a little disappointed in the change of tour Saturday plans. “Guess I’ll have to wait.”

“Y’know I’d drive you over to Burket if you wanted to visit the bookstore, right?” Eddie murmured, his hand pushing its way up the inside of your shirt. His shirt. “I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

You smiled, both at the offer and the feeling of his wide palm smoothing across your back. Guitar string scars caught at you a little rough, grazed across your spine and made you shiver. 

“I know,” you told him, because you did. Eddie would do anything for you. “But I can wait until next weekend, thank you, though.”

You punctuated your appreciation with a kiss, nose nudged at his chin so he knew to duck his head down for you, lips slanting over his softly. The kiss matched the rain outside, slow, soft, constant like the thrum of a heartbeat. 

“We could just stay here all day instead,” you suggested, a whisper and a grin against Eddie's mouth. You felt him smile back, lashed tickling your own as he finally opened his eyes. “If you want.”

“Do I wanna stay in bed with you all day?” Eddie drawled, “What kind of question is that?”

You squeaked, laughing out in a sharp burst as the boy suddenly grabbed at your waist and rolled you both, manhandling you until you were on top of him. You sat up, hands pressed to his chest and your legs on either side of his hips and Eddie looked up at you as if you were the sun appearing on the world's gloomiest day. 

“‘Course I do,” he tutted, hands grabbing at the soft of your thighs, thumbs pushed to the crease of your leg. “Could stay here all week with you.”

“You’d get all achy,” you commented mildly, but Eddie was beckoning you down to him, fingers catching your chin, squishing your cheeks together into a soft poutfor him to kiss. 

“Would be worth it,” he sighed, almost dreamlike, dramatic as usual. It made you grin. “Lovin’ on you all day? Rain on the roof? Your clothes on my floor?”

You snorted, letting the boy run his hands up your sides, big hands cupping at you, a thumb grazing over an already peaked nipple as he grinned, wolfishly. His curls were splayed around him on the pillow, eyes still hazy from sleep, his cheeks flushed from the way you were sitting on him. 

You softened at the sight, wriggling against him just to make him gasp for you, a pretty little noise that made your toes curl and you were surprised you heard it over the din of the rain outside. 

“Yeah?” You asked, voice honey, sticky with sweetness for him. “I like the sound of that.”

Eddie hummed, content, a hand in your hair, coaxing you to him, mouthing at the line of your jaw as you sighed. 

“Could just kiss you ‘til the rain stops,” he murmured, lips warm on your cheek, a thumb ghosting over the curve of your breast. 

“Don’t think it’s gonna let up,” you replied and god, you didn’t sound all that disappointed by it. 

Eddie moved to peel your shirt off, letting it drop somewhere off the side of the bed. He gazed at your bed mussed hair, your mouth that was rosy and swollen from his kiss, the way your eyes shone like his. 

“Oh no,” he deadpanned, mouth curling into a smile, an almost smirk. “How awful.”

[wisco-warrior]

Jon Burket

[nayumis]

Book Cover Redesign Brief Trial 1:

James and The Giant Peach: The dark twist cover that makes you focus on the dark aspects of Roald Dahl's books.

Inspired by Penguin’s new cover design for Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory cover.

This book cover makes readers approach the classic story with a different lens, and in a more mature approach: looks at the decisions the children make, and how they are motivated by their parents. This is interesting as the book focuses on how horrible, naughty, or spoiled the children are, without much focus on how in actuality the parents are responsible for their behaviour.

Articles below on how this cover design was seen as strange, creepy, and dark.

Below are the original illustrations of the first publication of the book by Nancy Ekholm Burket. As this illustrator worked with Roald Dahl in creating these visuals, it shows that Roald Dahl had envisioned his story to not only be slightly eerie but also to show the weight of James' mistreatment.

To begin with, I began reading the book (as advised by becky) ignoring any previous impressions of the narrative or book I already had. I realised the first couple chapters were vey much focused on how James was mistreated by his aunts (and i made the deduction of how this may have traumatised him)

Rough idea sketch:

First trials and construction process:

First trial reflection:

According to my initial idea sketch, I attempted to combine the sinister interpretations of the book with Quentin Blake's illustrations and present them as James's hopeful or trauma induced delusions. However this was unsuccessful due to how vastly different the two styles were. Even editing the colours to be more even did not work. Therefore I decided to assess what I think worked and what needed to be changed.

I though the portrayal of James' poor living situation by the run-down dark small window worked as the book describes his room to be as bare and small as a jail cell. Furthermore James looks out of the window in the book as his only means of escapism (he is not aloud to roam outside without his aunts' supervision and torment). Although the hands were meant to show his longing, how he is malnourished and starved by his aunts, I decided it looked too much like a horror film poster and need to be toned down. Quentin Blake's illustrations as James' perceptions and delusions did not really work as they were in a watercolour art style and were line drawings.

Final design:

Final Design Reflections:

My final design shows the view from James' window. The view is deliberately blurry to hint at how it is his delusion or mirage. Altogether I think this cover is more visually effective however it overall is very dark may be too harsh of a contrast in comparison to the playful contents and tone of the book.

Furthermore as the brief details the necessity of the inclusion of "illustrated by Quentin Blake" and how it will have to appeal to "family and children" audiences, though this experimental approach inspired by Penguin's new Charlie and the Chocolate factory cover and the book's original eerie illustrations, it was not suitable for the brief's requirements. Quentin Blake's illustrations are very straightforward in illustrating the scenes of the book and makes it very difficult for there to be room for readers' interpretation in a negative way. Therefore I decided to take my visions of using visual symbols to another book.

[luludog3-blog]

Oh dear, oh dear. Pat B., Sue M., Polly D., all didn't like me in your precious STRIKE TV group. Poof, banned. Now I'm gone from Burketeers, sorry Stalketeers too. And you are all in that group, too. 🤔 And I didn't break any rules, AT ALL.

[szenvedellyel-szeretni1]

-próbállak megérteni

-szexel akartál elnyomni.

-én nem.

-szexel akartál elnyomni és én hagytam, mert a szex túl jó volt az egód meg olyan sérült.

-próbállak, én próbállak megérteni, én próbállak megismerni, próbállak szeretni, de nem tudom hogyan. Nem tudom hogyan, mert nem adsz semmit.

-oh akkor az az égés nem egy címnek volt? Mintha a tulajdonod lennék?

-én próbálkozom. Nem ismerlek. Nem ismerlek mert nem adsz nekem semmit.

-én mindent oda adok

-Burke.

-mi??

-Burke. Preston Burke. Eljegyzett, majdnem el is vett. Végül miért nem?

-mert nem. Talán inkább ezt most hagyjuk.

-látod? Nem adsz semmit. Talán, talán el akartalak nyomni a szexel, talán próbáltam kötődni. Minden megteszek. Én mindent megteszek de valamit neked is adnod kell.

-Burke nem számít.

-na persze ahogy én sem 3 év múlva.

-ez nem fair.

-próbállak szeretni. Miért nem hagyod?

-Burke. Mert Burke elvett belőlem valamit. Apró darabokat. Szép lassan. Olyan apránként, hogy fel sem tűnt. Azt akarta, hogy legyek olyan amilyen nem vagyok. És én meg is változtam érte. Egy nap még én voltam aztán hirtelen hazudtam miatta, és kockaztattam a karrieremet és belementrm abba, hogy gyűrűt hordjak és a felesége legyek. Aztán ott álltam a menyasszonyi ruhámban és többé nem voltam önmagam. De hozzámentem volna. Hozzá. Én élveztem, hosszú időre, és most, most, hogy megint önmagam vagyok nem megy. Szeretlek. Jobban szeretlek mint Burket és ez halálra rémít mert amikor azt kérted, hogy ne feleljek Teddy hívására elvettép egy darabot és én hagytam. És ez, nem történhet, velem, újra.

S6e13

[watson14y]

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[forgetitbeam]

sorry for being gone for so long. I probably should keep up with tumblr alot better...

[larry-goodell]

An Interview With Drum Hadley

An Interview With Drum Hadley

by Larry Goodell This originally appeared in THE MALPAIS REVIEW. Drum Hadley on Drumm Street, San Franciscophoto by Emma Piper-Burket 2009 Drum Hadley brings all the best of American poetry into land-speak. There are no acanemic cubicles here, no lecture-poetry from a lectern under florescent lights. There’s the broad expanse of the West voiced, the particulars of nature and its demands, the…

[cormoranlystruck]

Tom Burke in Rosmersholm ( c )

[britangie]

Heads up - another fake Tom Burke account on Instagram. It's been reported.

https://instagram.com/telosporta?igshid=153tyxxre3ufx

[loveel-who]

#themusketeers #musketeersedit #athos #tomburke #burketeers #myedits #captaingorgeous #knighttakesqueen 'Thank you....I'm full!' 😁😁

[tomburkefandom-blog]

#tomburke #bestnine2017 #thankyou #burketeers #happynewyear #happy2018