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Jamie Thomason returns to chat about casting Brigitte Bako as Angela, directing Frank Welker, and then we follow that up with an intellectually stimulating discussion on Cryptozoology – and of course we’re just kidding: we discuss Tim Curry as Dr. Sevarius (and can’t seem to stop quoting him), the episode’s strengths and weaknesses and a great time is had by all throughout as you would come to expect from the Weisman & Thomason Variety Hour!

First Impressions also returns as we discuss our initial thoughts on “Dark Ages #6”, “Gargoyles #12” and “Gargoyles Quest #1″… it’s a great time to be a Gargoyles fan and a terrible time to be a human as Demona returns and makes her move. First impression covers the first twenty-six minutes of our show if you wish to avoid spoilers.

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Happy birthday to Jamie Thomason.

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Smash or Pass: the characters from the movie "A Fish Called Wanda" (1988) edition

OMG hi thank you for sending this to me!

Okay, let's go...

Wanda Gershwitz: smash - not only because I love Jamie Lee Curtis but because she's very smart (I wish her character were less about her looks and her sexual attraction though)

George Thomason: pass - he's a criminal, greedy and dangerous - only useful for a heist but nothing else.

Otto West: pass - even worse than George. Sexist. Stupid. Ridiculous. Hates women. Is rough with Wanda. Too stupid for a successful heist. Eats fish out of the tank alive. Loves to torture people.

Portia Leach: smash - a bit spoiled though but surely a nice buddy to visit pubs or to go shopping.

Ken Pile: smash - nice animal lover. Cute despite he seems to have no problem of murdering old ladies...

Archie Leach: smash - nice. Cute. Caring. Though he cheats on Wendy with Wanda...

Wendy Leach: SMASH - I LOVE HER SHE'S BEAUTIFUL SHE'S CUTE SHE GOES THROUGH SO MUCH I'M SO SORRY FOR HER

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The Haunted Mansion: 1 Step inside the terrifying horror world of the movie

If you are fond of watching movies, then get ready, Disneyland is ready to bring you a horror and comedy-filled movie named ‘Haunted Mansion’. You must be thinking that we have heard the name of this movie before, then you heard it right. It has taken its name from The Haunted Mansion movie which came in 2003 but its story is different from that and takes the audience to a different world.

Let’s know something about the film

This is a family film but through this film, we will get to see a lot of comedy along with fear. Haunted Mansion tells the story of a woman and her son who seek the help of spiritual experts to rid their home of evil spirits.

The Haunted Mansion movie premiered on July 15, 2023, at Disneyland, California.

The Haunted Mansion movie is all set to release in the United States of America on 28th July by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, which its fans are eagerly waiting for.

Movie Trailer : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjLKTz81bj8

The director of this movie is Justin Simien, who is an American filmmaker, actor, and author. His first movie was ‘Dear White People’.Photo: Haunted Mansion Movie’s Stars (by Instagram)

The film stars Tiffany Haddish, Lakeith Stanfield, Owen Wilson, Danny Devito, Dan Levy, Jared Leto, Rosario Dawson, and Jamie Lee Curtis.

Katie Dippold is an American writer, producer, actress, and comedian who wrote the script for the haunted mansion.

Kris Bowers is an American composer and pianist who composed the music for this movie.

The budget for this film is $157 million.

The first The Haunted Mansion movie was released in 2003

The Haunted Mansion, released in 2003, is a delightful family-friendly comedy film based on the iconic Disneyland attraction of the same name. Directed by Rob Minkoff, known for his work on The Lion King, the movie offers an entertaining blend of spookiness and humor that captivated audiences of all ages.

The film revolves around the Evers family: Jim Evers (played by Eddie Murphy), a workaholic real estate agent, his wife Sara Evers (played by Marsha Thomason), and their two children, Michael (played by Marc John Jefferies) and Megan (played by Aree Davis). When the family gets caught up in a mysterious invitation to visit the ominous Gracey Manor, they soon discover they have become entangled in a centuries-old ghostly curse.

The film continues to entertain audiences to this day, reminding them of the joy and wonder that the Haunted Mansion attraction has brought to millions of visitors over the years.

Read More Article :- Why do fans of Kylian Mbappé and Kim Kardashian get angry after seeing them together?

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

1. Are haunted mansion horror comedy movies suitable for all audiences?

2. Can you recommend more haunted mansion horror comedy movies?

Yes, most haunted mansion horror comedy movies are designed to be enjoyed by a wide range of viewers. However, it’s always a good idea to check the movie’s rating and content advisory to ensure it aligns with your preferences and age appropriateness.

3. Are these movies more scary or funny?

Haunted mansion horror comedy movies strike a balance between scares and humor. The intensity of scares and the level of comedy can vary from film to film, but the goal is to entertain audiences with a mix of both elements.

4. Do these movies have sequels or franchises?

Yes, some haunted mansion horror comedy movies have spawned sequels or expanded into franchises. For example, “The Addams Family” and “Ghostbusters” have multiple installments that continue the stories of the beloved characters.

5. Can kids watch haunted mansion horror comedy movies?

While most haunted mansion horror comedy movies are suitable for older children and teenagers, parental discretion is advised. Some films may contain mildly scary or intense scenes that could be unsuitable for very young viewers. It’s always best to review the movie’s content and ratings beforehand.

Thanks for Reading

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Jamie Lee Curtis and Kevin Kline in A Fish Called Wanda (Charles Crichton, 1988). 

Cast: John Cleese, Jamie Lee Curtis, Kevin Kline, Michael Palin, Maria Aitken, Tom Georgeson, Patricia Hayes, Geoffrey Palmer, Cynthia Cleese. Screenplay: John Cleese, Charles Crichton. Cinematography: Alan Hume. Production design: Roger Murray-Leach. Film editing: John Jympson. Music: John Du Prez.

By all rights, A Fish Called Wanda shouldn't have worked: It's a blend of comic acting styles, from Monty Python to Hollywood to Broadway, under the direction of a septuagenarian best known for his work on that comparatively restrained classic of British postwar comedy, The Lavender Hill Mob (1951). It's vulgar and silly and hardly sensitive to social concerns -- it was denounced by disability rights advocates for the laughs derived from the Michael Palin character's stutter. And yet it remains one of the most successful screen comedies in history. It won Kevin Kline an Oscar for his performance as the dopey Übermensch Otto, and covered John Cleese, Palin, and Jamie Lee Curtis with glory -- especially Cleese, who not only wrote the screenplay (from a story he concocted with director Charles Crichton) but also reportedly did much of the directing for which Crichton got the Oscar nomination. The secret to its success is that it takes nothing seriously, especially the British and American national identity, but is so light-hearted in its offenses that they amuse rather than offend. It's full of little in-jokes, like calling the character played by Tom Georgeson "George Thomason," and naming Cleese's character Archie Leach without nodding to the fact that it was Cary Grant's real name. (That one may even be a double in-joke, since Grant himself ad-libbed a line about Archie Leach in Howard Hawks's 1941 screwball classic His Girl Friday.) Maybe it falls a little flat at the end, with the frantic business at Heathrow, but it would be hard to top what has gone before.

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mwf please?? 💞

please accept my sincere apologies i am nothing short of trash for nearly every woman

w period : adelaide kane , adjoa andoh , aiysha hart , anita briem , alba galocha , alessandra mastronardi , alexandra moen , amita suman , angela baby , anna shaffer , annabel scholey , anya chalotra , aurora ruffino , cara gee , caitriona balfe , charitra chandran , charlize theron , daisy head , danielle galligan , deepika padukone , dilraba dilmurat , dominque davenport , ella rae smith , freya allen , gemma chan , golshifteh farahani , golda rosheuvel , guan xiao tong , gugu mbatha raw , gulcan arslan , hazal filiz kucukkose , imogen waterhouse , ishbel bautista , izuka hoyle , jamie chung , jenna coleman , jessica parker kennedy , jodie turner smith , kasia smutniak , katie mcgrath , kiana madeira , kylie bunbury , madeleine madden , marsha thomason , mecia simson , melisa pamuk , merve bolugur , millie brady , myanna buring , nadia parkes , niamh walsh , nicola coughlan , pinar deniz , ruby barker , saadet aksoy , sarita choudhury , sophie turner , teresa palmer , thaddea graham , thalissa teixeira , tuba buyukustun , zhang menger , summer bishil , zoe robbins !

non period : adria arjona , aisha dee , alia nhatt , alisha boe , alva bratt , ana de armas , angela serafyan , ashley moore , ayca aysin turan , banita sandhu , bianca lawson , brenda song , brianne howey , brianne tju , camila mendes , chase sui wonders , china anne mcclain , chloe bridges , danai gurira , davika hoorne , diana penty , diana silvers , diane guerrero , dichen lachman , greta onieogou , hari nef , hunter shafer , jameela jamil , jessica alexander , kiana lede , khadijha red thunder , lana condor , levy tran , lindsey morgan , logan browning , louriza tronco , lucy lui , lulu antariska , maggie q , meagan tandy , naomi scott , natasha liu bordizzo , nathalie emmanuel , nathalie kelley , nicole maines , pepi sonuga , reina hardesty , samantha logan , sarah shahi , shay mitchell , sofia boutella , sophie skelton , sydney park , tati gabrielle , tessa thompson , wakeema hollis , zendaya coleman , + zion moreno !

bonus suggestions ! medalion rahimi , kaylee bryantamandla stenberg , nico tortorella , quintessa swindell + elliot fletcher !

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It is so important to me that you know Jamie Kennedy played Federline Jones on the Cleveland Show. I don't why it tickles me so much, but hearing a voice I only recognise as Kyle the Conjurer come out of a character almost opposite to him is fucking hilarious.

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WAIT A MINUTE, ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT THESE TWO ARE THE SAME PERSON???

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The names of the OCs from a specific story in their handwriting. Sam's name has been done in his wife's handwriting since he doesn't have a handwriting and I wanted to do it. Nakianuta and Shaila have their names in their native tongue as well.

Bonus: The Najita twins' names in their native tongue

[serenasoutherlyns]

the lock that kept it dark

The first few times, it’s the smallest glimpses. A flash of dark brunette in the back of a courtroom that is gone as soon as he sees it.

I was very disappointed in how Alexandra Borgia's murder was handled on the show, so I wanted to write my own version of what it was like for Jack. TW for visions/ambiguous sanity, emetophobia/vomit, alcohol, and blood/gore. Title from "Ghosts" by Laura Marling. Thank you to everyone who listened to me complain about this story for three whole months, I truly hope it lives up to expectations-- dedicated to @dankspeare in particular <3.

read/more tags on ao3

There are things that are so horrible they have to alter realities. People die all the time. The people Jack loves die. They die too young or they die violently or they get sick and die slowly. But seeing Alexandra Borgia’s lifeless body flipped some kind of switch.

At first he thinks he’ll finally lose it, have the mental breakdown lots of people have predicted or wished on him. Because grief can drive a man mad.

God he thought he knew how mad grief could drive him. He’d once thrown himself head first back into work and chased the end of every day hoping to find forgiveness drowned in the bottom of a glass. He’d been wholly unable to escape the world Claire Kincaid had been ripped from so suddenly. He’d fought Adam, Jamie, Jeanne Georges PhD., Lennie, Danielle, Chris Thomason from his pickup basketball club, as they all tried to tread his weight, as they all tugged his arms to pull him out of it. But he’d gotten tired of the kicking, and the whiskey or the time or whatever grace he could afford himself eventually had frozen the liquid despair enough for him to walk on top of it.

He’d felt it begin to crack the moment he heard Alex had missed her morning hearings. And the dread rose up his body until he was struggling to stay afloat, but he wouldn’t let himself sink until she had justice. No. Justice would be Alexandra, alive, so scratch that, revenge.

Alex always hated the old-boy whiskey ritual. So when there had been something still to be done that he could do, direct revenge that was in his power to take, he’d thought to make his first confession in almost a decade. He’d crossed himself and said all the right things and none of the real ones. He’d gone to bed. And then he’d gotten himself kicked out of the arraignment, and Arthur hadn’t tried to keep him at work.

When he wakes up the morning after the special prosecutor arrives to take his spot in the courtroom, something feels, not wrong, but changed. It’s like the light is hanging in the air at a different angle, like the birds are chirping a couple Hertz higher. His coffee doesn’t taste bitter and his shirts have fewer wrinkles than usual. Good isn’t the word for how he feels. He’s still devastated. But there’s an out-of-place, reassured feeling in his chest. Maybe it’s knowing that if the heaven she believed in is real, Alex is there. Maybe the icy darkness he’s been hovering over for ten years has numbed his nerves instead of making him go hypothermic.

But he goes back to work. His desk is a couple inches to the right of how he remembered setting it and his calendar is four days behind. Of course it is, he thinks as he tears off the pages. Then he throws the whole thing away. What was he going to do, save the day his world had totally shifted, again? So, he sits back down at his newly-perpetual desk and returns to the same and different cases.

(Arthur gets sick of Jack coming in to look at his Fish of The Northeast calendar and does, eventually, buy him a iPhone that he tries to learn how to use.)

Then he starts seeing things, and that’s when he starts to really feel the inevitable mental breakdown coming. Liz would tell him he’s having very normal responses to grief and trauma. Maybe he is, but he never thought he saw anybody after they were gone. He’d had dreams of Toni Ricci whispering, bloody carpets and Abbie Carmichael’s tear-filled eyes, but he’d never been looking across a crowded room and seen her watching him.

He’d only ever wished he could see Claire (and then, tried with everything in him to forget he’d wanted to).

The first few times, it’s the smallest glimpses. A flash of dark brunette in the back of a courtroom that is gone as soon as he sees it. Jewel toned blazers disappearing around corners. He thinks he hears his name in quiet rooms. He shivers every time, but he lets it be, thinks, if I’m going to have a psychotic break, I’ll do it all the way. For now, best to be sane if he can be.

---

“Jack,” he hears, for what must be the tenth or twelfth time that day. They’re getting harder to ignore, the calls and flickers. The guilt hangs constant, draped in the back of his throat, but time passes and the lake stays frozen over. He doesn’t stop for long, keeps his eyes stuck to his notepad.

“Jack,” he hears again. And then louder. “Jack, look up. Please, I’m so tired of this.”

That is jarring. The pleading is new. Mind over mind, McCoy. You’re alone.

“I guess you can’t hear me, huh. I really hoped… I didn’t expect it to be like this. It is so unfair that this is one-sided...”

Does an auditory hallucination hope? Maybe if he looks up, maybe if he can’t see anything to match the voice it’ll go away. He has an opening to write.

A fuschia sweater. It will be funny to him many years later when it’s all over that the first thing he saw was her knitwear. Something transparent about it. Tall but slight, her dark hair brushes her collarbones and her eyes… are brighter somehow.

Alex just stares for what feels like an eternity but when she finally says something it’s “Can’t blame you for ignoring the dead girl, can I?”

Jack looks for even longer, with what he’s sure must be a stupid open mouthed gape. If anyone were to walk in they’d check for a pulse. There’s no script for this, there’s not something to say. She looks astonishingly real yet altered, on a level he can tell he doesn’t have the capacity to understand. She could be handing him a stack of blue backs or a fax for how normal she looks. Or he’s lost it. Maybe he’s dying.

“Alex?” is what he comes up with. He hardly registers it leaving his throat. She nods.

“I guess we have some catching up to do,” she says with her familiar innocent yet scheming smile as she sits in the chair across from him. She doesn’t quite sit, really, her form hovers and slides and sifts itself around. “Finish your opening. There’s work to do.”

---

When he can speak, the first thing he does is apologize. Alexandra, I am so sorry, so sorry, he repeats, and when he realizes how long he’s been at it he looks up at her and all she says is “Are you done? Can we move on now?” and of course, of course he obliges. What other choice is there?

He sees her every once in a while, after that, long and short periods in between. She explains as best as she can how it feels, how she isn’t real in the way that she used to be, how she hasn’t found another person who can see her yet. She steals his work sometimes, drafts parts of motions for him. Mostly, when he’s missing her: when he starts to feel like hell over letting her dive into the danger of deals and informants and the DEA, Alex will appear and make him feel normal and so far out of reality all at once.

It’s a balancing act, knowing what he does about insanity. He’s sure he’d be committed if he told anybody what’s been going on. Good thing the man knows how to keep a secret.

It’s more difficult in some situations than others. The first time he sees someone besides Alex, it’s a red french braid and a faded cynical smile. He’s always happy to see Abbie when he has the occasional unfortunate reason to bother with the US Attorney’s office.

Clearly Jack doesn’t do a great job of hiding his surprise, when, at a lull in conversation, Toni Ricci appears behind her and greets him, “Hello, Counselor.”

They’ve been talking about everything except Alex, though Abbie’s offered her condolences countless times. How Abbie’s been doing, her work on the task force, the whispers of a promotion in the Southern District or Washington, and as much as he can get her to say about the woman she’s been dating, a journalist, Eileen something. He zones out mid-coffee sip and tries not to appear unsettled while Toni’s dark green eyes stare into his.

“You OK, Jack?” Abbie says, after he doesn’t reply to a question of hers, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” he says, and she pretends to be convinced. She knows how crushing it is to lose someone so suddenly, ripped away, knows what it is to see them bloody and dead, senselessly. She’ll forgive him a bit of an absent mind.

“I’m surprised you can see me,” Toni says. Somehow he understands her, it’s almost like it isn’t words, not sounds, but their essences, transferred into his head. “Abbie can’t.” Toni is more ethereal, harder to see, than Alex is. She must be tied to less.

Abbie is still talking, something about a case. “And you’re comfortable with it?” Jack asks, directing it to both of them. Abbie shrugs.

“I guess so,”

“Only for so long.”

“That’s hardly enthusiastic.”

“It’s the best I’m going to get.”

“She’s moved on, Jack. Will you?”

Jack smiles that sympathetic half-smile he always has in his pocket. “I should be going. It’s always good to see you.”

---

It’s OK, fine with him, Jack decides, if all of these are just memories, an imagination in overdrive pinned down by grief. Alex would’ve told him he’s having spiritual experiences when she was alive but every time he’s seen her since she’s shied away from religion. He asks her, sometimes, if she feels like she’s in heaven, if she still believes.

“It’s not like that, Jack,” she tells him once when he’s awake and walking in the early morning hours. “I can’t explain how any of it feels to you.”

“Why me? Why can I see you but your parents, Ed Green, Sally Bell can’t?”

“Unfinished business,” she says, with a familiar little smile.

“Come on.”

“We were working on a case, Jack, if you remember.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Stop blaming yourself.”

“And if I do? Will I get to see you again?”

“How would I know?”

“Yeah,” Jack concedes.

“I think it’s because you’re vulnerable, Jack. I know that there are some people, places, that I can’t go to because some kind of energy, something just pushes me out. Or people don’t notice me, or they don’t want to notice me. I tried to talk to Arthur, actually,” she says.

Jack scoffs. “How’d that go?”

“About as well as you’d think. Like walking through a brick wall.”

“You can’t do that?”

Alex laughs quietly. Jack pauses to play with a leaf from a tree.

“Look, Jack. I can’t explain any of this to you. You can’t prove I’m here and you can’t prove I’m not. So you could just let it happen?”

Jack nods. “I can. You know you aren’t the only one?”

“I’m not surprised. Maybe you just know where to look, now.”

Jack thinks she’s right. He feels more open to possibilities than he used to be. “I wonder how many other people are like me and you.”

“I bet they just don’t talk about it,” she says, and, when it’s time for them to part, Alex waves and at once walks away and disappears. There’s always a moment Jack blinks and she’s gone.

---

Sally Bell, of all people, visits him. She certainly isn’t a ghost, though he has seen her a lot more recently. Usually it’s at work (though they’ve had drinks in groups, chatted at parties), but two months after Alex dies (and two weeks after he saw her last) Sally shows up at his apartment with a pot of stew. It’s a surprise. Jack’s glad he’s moved since Sally was at his apartment last, but it has been enough time, he thinks.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Sally says when he opens the door to let her in. “I know that, sometimes, people stop caring after a little while.” She’s her confident self, shows no signs of discomfort being in her ex-lover’s apartment with stew two months after their mutual friend was brutally murdered. Nothing like shared tragedy to heal wounds, he guesses. Jack is reminded of the sympathy card she sent him after Alex’s passing. Jack, I’m so sorry. Alex is missed. Call if you ever want to talk to another friend. - Sally. Alex used to tease him about her sometimes, how she’d been the one he’d cheated on Ellen with but they only saw each other intimately for a couple months, how Jack had been the hung up one. Alex had a way of teasing him that was innocent, almost cute, that never got too far under his skin.

“It’s a little selfish too,” Sally clarifies, her voice cracking slightly. “I found a note of hers in my bag today, and… nobody’s checked on me in too long, I thought you might be the same.”

Jack’s chest is warm and melancholy as he sees Sally grieving. He doesn’t know whether his experiences are actually making it easier to deal with, but he at least has the privilege of the possibility.

“Will you stay and eat with me?” Jack asks, as friendly and normal an interaction as he’s had with anyone recently. Granted, it’s been 16 years since they stopped sleeping together. Jack just holds on too tight to old feelings, he thinks he’s starting to realize, because Sally accepts without hesitating, finding some solace in someone who shared a friend.

It’s good stew. Jack admires, and envies a bit, how Sally’s always been able to cook. More than that, how she’s always been willing to share.

---

Jack tells Elizabeth a version of the story, once over dinner working on a case.

“I keep seeing Alex around,” he says, waiting to see how she reacts.

“That’s normal, Jack,” she says, reassuring him like she always can, like how she has over this specific worry many other grieving people. “You expect her to be there because she always used to be.”

“I guess,” Jack says, and while part of him wants to tell her everything— no, I mean Alexandra Borgia and I have had lots of meaningful conversations over the past few months since she was killed (and also I’ve seen other dead people since then) and she’s self aware about the situation and so if it’s a hallucination (which I don’t think she is because I haven’t never dropped acid) it’s an incredibly responsive and compelling one that has knowledge I couldn’t possibly have read or come up with anywhere— he opts to shrug and say, “It’s eerie.”

“Of course it is,” Elizabeth says as she cuts a piece of her steak. “It feels wrong, doesn’t it?”

“Wrong as in unjust, or as in incorrect?” Jack asks, knowing what his answer would be.

“Both,” she says. “But I think incorrect is stronger.”

“I feel like something’s missing,” Jack says.

“Something is,” is her reply. “Jack, I know I’ve said this, but I really am so sorry. It isn’t fair, after…”

“Claire,” he says, seeing Elizabeth wince. “It wasn’t fair then, either.”

“It wasn’t,” she says, definitively. “Jack, it wasn’t your fault,” which time, Jack doesn’t need to ask.

“In a way, it was,” he says, resigned. “If I hadn’t pushed her,” he coughs, surprised that Elizabeth hasn’t yet interrupted him. “I underestimated how much she trusted me, followed my lead.”

“Isn’t that a virtue?”

Jack nods. “Not when it gets her killed.” He lets silence build up around their table, then comes the closest to admitting the extent to which he sees her. “I never saw Claire where she wasn’t.”

Elizabeth sighs. “The mind is unknowable,” she says. “Who knows why it’s different this time around.”

There should never have been any times around, Jack thinks for the millionth time. “I know,” he says. “Thanks, Elizabeth.”

---

Once, it’s his baby sister. He goes back to his apartment late and exhausted and about jumps out of his skin when he’s opening a can of beer and out the window he spots Stephanie McCoy, age 16, sitting on his fire escape holding a cigarette that doesn’t smolder.

August 1967. Jack’s home for a couple weeks before his third year of law school and he’s watching his cousins so his aunt and mom can get away for the weekend and his sister has been sick for more than a month. Stevie’s the baby, and she’s always been sickly, but always pulled through. This time, though, they’re really scared. They’ve all been trading shifts staying up with her at the hospital but today Stevie had told Jack to go home, to take the little ones to a movie or something, that she really would be ok alone. “I’ll be fine,” she said, coughing the words out, but in the same snotty tone that comes naturally to all kid sisters. They’ve got her pumped full of painkillers, Jack thinks, and she’s been getting better slowly.

And then he gets a call at midnight. Suddenly through his sleepy fog he’s hearing a voice on the other end of the line saying words like cardiac, quick, sleeping, unexpected, painless, sorry.

It wasn’t the kind of thing he ever really got over, seeing her pale body in the hospital mortuary, scrawny and lifeless and finally out of pain.

He didn’t even take time off from school.

But now that little rocker of a teenager she’d been before she got sick (who looked so similar, back then, to how Jack did, the scruffy student. The resemblance is fading now.) is there on his fire escape with her eyes open and no oxygen tube in her nostrils, no IV lines coming out of her arms. Jack climbs out with tears in his eyes because he didn’t for a second think that Stevie was going to be one of the ones to come back to him. Jack half expects her to ask him to sneak him a beer.

“Hey, kid,” he says. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

Jack shrugs, because who is he to argue.

“You look old. And professional.”

“I am professional.” Stevie nods and breaks out into laughter. “I love you, Stevie. I’m glad you’re here.” It’s the most he’s wanted to hug any of them.

---

“Alex,” Jack says, very quietly breaking the silence that’s fallen over his office. He’s made sure he’s the only one in the building, unless you count the ghost or memory or whatever she is of Alexandra Borgia who is sitting on his couch (on? Sitting? Her presence is, in a seated position over, translucently draped, a pencil floats), helping him finish some paperwork. She’d been there when Jack came back from his last late meeting, and Jack has stopped being surprised. Arthur is going to wonder, at some point, how Jack gets work done so quickly some nights. He makes a note to thank him for letting him work solo for as long as he has, and a note to thank Kibre for letting him borrow Sigurn and Ross from time to time. He makes another note to never to piss off any cocaine dealers. Alex has assured him that she has no problem with waiting until he’s ready to talk, that she wanted to help him get things finished. Jack needs to remind himself to ask, someday, how she always knows when he needs her.

“Yes?” She replies. It’s taken a while to get used to. When any of them look at him, they look past him, around him at the same time. She told him it’s because she can see things he can’t and he has to take her at her word. Jack braces himself, because he’s about to be more candid with her than he ever has been, than he ever was when she was alive and now that she’s dead, because it feels silly to withhold something from someone who exists (if she does exist) on a plane that’s entirely different to his, who couldn’t expose him if she wanted to.

“Do you talk to other dead people?” The question sounds almost juvenile as he asks it, but he’s just a smidge too tired to care.

“I… not in a sense that would be meaningful to you. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” he says, then takes a deep breath. “Why hasn’t she visited me?”

He doesn’t need to specify who he’s talking about.

“Jack…” Alex says, like she knew this was coming and still didn’t want to talk about it. “That’s not a question I have the answer to.”

Jack rests his chin in his hands. “Guess?” He asks her.

She tilts her head to one side, giving it her best effort for him. “You remember Mark?”

“I do,” Jack says. “He really loved you.”

Alex nods. “I loved him,” she says. “I can’t even stand to be near him for very long. I can’t do it.”

“That sounds like torture,” Jack says, imagining, against his will, Claire trying to get through to him; feeling whatever kind of pain or discomfort ghosts (ghosts?) do. Or, and the thought threatens to split him open again, the opposite-- what if she can’t stand the sight of him? She’d have every right to hate his guts, every reason. He swallows back a wave of nausea that’s been building since he asked.

Alex looks like she’s going to cry. “It is,” she says, “but maybe it’s for the best. I think, I think it would hurt him too much, to see me and know that he can see me but he can’t have me. To know I’m really gone.”

“It doesn’t always feel like you are,” Jack says, honestly.

“But I am,” Alex replies. “I am really gone.”

Jack nods and sighs and puts his pen back to paper.

---

For the twelfth night in a row, Claire Kincaid is in his bed.

Beside him, in sleep, she’s serene and comfortable and nothing they’ve said to each other means anything at all. The fighting feels so close to constant, sometimes. He wonders why she stays. Tim Bayliss, Margo Bell, the whole world out there of what’s-their-names are younger, more attractive, more fun than him, than the rule against perpetuities, than the rule of law and its ruthless protectors. She could have anything and anyone and Jack wouldn’t blame her, even though there’s nothing she could do or say to make him be the one to leave, fall out of love.

She is so worthy of devotion. He has her on a pedestal, sure. It stopped being only fun and settled into necessary, into oxygen and water so long ago he hardly remembers anything from the start but the burning need. Jack McCoy, the DA’s own Don Juan died when she said his name for the first time. He feels ridiculous, juvenile, being so profoundly head over heels until he sees her, breathes deep and feels her sleep warm skin under his fingertips. Not only irresistible but inevitable, destined.

Claire is a heavy sleeper so he doesn’t feel bad stroking her hair, the side of her cheek, up on his elbows in the deep night.

He registers something wet and when he startles, pulls his hand back, it’s bright red and tacky. The body beside him is cold and stiff and utterly still. He wakes up in tears.

He never used to dream.

---

It’s been a long week. A drug case. A family annihilator. A drunk driver. All back to back. Sigurn, Ross, Henrik, each of them second chair on one case because nobody can stand Jack for more than a case at a time, he’s ensured as much. He hasn’t seen Toni or Stevie, no dreams of Claire have been following him. It’s been a year, almost, he notices when he sees the date on the iPhone he still refuses to use for anything but the time. Alex hasn’t been there since she told him she was gone, which is a certain mercy. He isn’t crazy, thank God, and ghosts aren’t real, thank God. Not crazy, just… was suffering from imagination, was consumed with grief. He’s really OK most of the time.

Not this week. This week he wants to scream and cry and consume his body weight in whiskey. So Alexandra Borgia is back, though she’s more like Ricci was, harder to see, flickering. Maybe parts of her are moving on, maybe it’s selfish of him to wish her back, maybe the business needs to just be finished. Finish it, Jack, mind over mind. Let her go.

As hard as he tries, he lets her back in.

“How do you know,” Jack asks, his third scotch in his hand, “When I need you?”

Alex laughs at him. Not a good-natured chuckle or sympathetic sigh, not the light-up kind of laugh she used to have when something was truly funny. Alex’s compassion was uncrushable, her optimism defined her, her innocence (the deep one, the one underneath both the surface good-girl naïveté and the surprisingly sharp mind; her willingness to put herself in the way of pain in service of others, that innocence) made her extraordinary and it eventually got her killed. But she always hated to hurt feelings.

Alex-in-death looks Jack McCoy straight into and behind his eyes with an arresting darkness.

The laugh is mocking, bitter, incredulous, enraged. It knocks the wind out of him.

“When you need me? I won’t even answer that. You expect everyone to be there for your needs, at whatever cost to them, because you think you’re so important, so wise, so full of clarity. I’ve been trying to be patient, since yeah, you clearly need me, but, God, Jack you’re so sure you’re always right, does it ever occur to you to ask what other people need? Serena warned me, about you, about how you would just take and take and take whatever you needed and that I would learn but there would come a point that I wouldn’t be able to take it and you know what? I watch you with your new crowd and I can’t help but wonder how you’re going to drive all of them away. That point came and it killed me Jack. You are so hung up on your own hollow sense of justice that you actually think it’s about you when other people get killed. You’re a hell of a man.”

As she speaks, a stream of red that almost glitters pours fast from her nose, then her mouth. She coughs into it and Jack can feel it hit his face and hear it scatter around the room. Her words start to gargle and slur as she speaks through the blood. He tries to look away, to close his eyes.

“No!” She screams at him, louder than anything he’s heard before. It bounces off the walls of his skull, it echoes in the bubbling, heaving, sobs and unintelligible sounds she’s throwing at him.

Jack feels his head fuzzing with the alcohol and sleep deprivation. A ringing starts in his ears. He spends a little while in the men’s room, vomiting lo mein and Lagavulin. When he drags himself back to his office, Alex is gone. He leaves everything the way it is.

---

He gives up on whiskey and forgiveness. Alexandra doesn’t come back, and Jack thinks that he might feel better about that fact if the last time hadn’t been so miserable. Over and over again, he imagines what an apology would look like, sculpts their forms crying together on his couch, repenting. They’re hollow pictures compared to the full-fledged figure of her sharing his space, poor facsimiles conjured from desperation. He finds himself thinking, sometimes, of the fifth verse of first Peter and wishing he believed in something to turn any of it over to.

But there does come a point where it stops hurting like a wound, instead it aches like a tightened scar at the start of winter. There are balms for that, winning the cases, the admiration of his colleagues returning. He manages not to scare away Rubirosa when Arthur insists they keep her around, Jack wonders if it’s because he’s tired of leaving him alone scribbling manic in the evening only to return to the same sight at 9am. Connie ends up being quite tolerable.

And one day when Arthur calls him into his office, starts spouting some incoherent fable at him, its moral is, somehow, that the ones you teach become you. Jack is certain he can’t mean what he appears to, until Arthur is saying that he is retiring and appointing his successor Hang Em High McCoy, the man he himself has said will never be district attorney, scatterbrained over everything but his cases, a man utterly disinclined to the wishes of a voting public. At least it’s just an interim position, even if Arthur assures him he won’t be able to go back, which is true, no future DA will want him their assistant of any kind, which Arthur surely must know.

It’s not the kind of request he has it in him to deny, so before he knows it he is swearing on a bible and teaching Connie his old job and appointing Sigurn her second chair (surely the feminist magazines will have something to say about his office and its high ranking women). He doesn’t fit the role. It slouches off him like the uniform blazers his mother bought with growing room. Still, he is nothing if not a high achiever, and maybe he pushes them too hard but his ADAs get the best results the office has had in years once he has time to acclimate to it. He finds he can be bothered with campaigning when being the winner of the public’s favor would mean winning more cases. He doesn’t get better at sleeping.

Maybe it’s the new office, but there are no more visions. Ghosts, certainly, though he’s sure Norman Rothenberg wouldn’t like knowing that’s how he thinks of him.

---

A settled kind of spineless sting, the twinge of a healed injury.

That’s how he would describe it to Abbie if they were discussing his haunting. They are discussing her move to Washington, the new job. Eileen is going to be communications director for a mildly important congressman who Jack has already forgotten. He'll miss her, he's proud of her. She assures him she'll visit.

"Mr. District Attorney," she addresses him as she settles on the barstool, omitting the "interim."

“They’re still counting,” Jack says, eyeing the late-night local news playing on one TV, the other showing some painfully incompetent college basketball.

“None of them are going to close the lead,” Abbie says, smiling into her glass of whiskey. Jack sips his Pellegrino. He turns his head down. He’s never been good at hiding from her.

“Don’t you want it?” Abbie says, a touch of confrontation in her voice.

“I do,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. “I do. But I question my motivations.”

“I understand that,” Abbie says, “You’re a thoughtful man.”

Jack just shrugs as he lets the compliment smooth something over.

When he looks up at her, for the briefest second he sees Alexandra in her features, a moment where her smile is shy, a second her eyes are soft. A gentle feeling of absolution, a reminder, a statement: the ones who are here need him. He needs them.

“Look, Jack,” Abbie says, gesturing to the little TV. “They called it, it’s you.”

Awake, anew, a few tears on his cheeks, a brightness, a warmth. The days of pain crunching up into something solid, something that can roll away, the waiting is over. His world turning again.

Jack McCoy is at once plunged into the cold water and finds he can swim.

[gargoylespodcast]

Greg Weisman joins us to discuss the passing of David Warner; and news out of San Diego Comic Con ’22 including new action figures from NECA, from Beast Nation; and… what was that again? A new comic book written by him being published by Dynamite Comics!!!!!!!!   Greg Weisman joins us to talk about conceptual development of Catscan to Talon as well as Gen-U-Tech; casting Rocky Carrol as Derek Maza and Talon, casting Tim Curry as Dr. Anton Sevarius. The theme of characters fooling themselves looms large, and Xanatos at his most dastardly. All of this and more.

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[thedarkoutside]

The 2021 list

Everything in quotes “” have no artist details or no info could be found when going through the emails. these are probably part of an archive .zip / .rar  

If you identify these titles as yours, let me know.  If there are typos ( more than likely)  again, let me know. 

[  some names seem to have been removed by the far too efficient text file alphabetical sorting thingy.  ] "2021 07 28" "2021 May 19" "abandoned4" "brief theme for ending things" "buddhaone" "build 3" "delprado hotel" "dissolved metal salts that coat your lips with a bitter film" "Dorv 2" "dying" "Encounter TK1" "enddub.blk" "Evangelica Church Group Birmingham" "experiments 5" "first breath comma second breath" "Foghorns Rough" "Frequency Scanning" "Gurenda" "hello 2&3" "indulgent overtones" "intro" "jen edit" "lonely waits" "lotafun 21" "nextex it" "no, I think someone is recording us" "omniglot" "premix rough" "prince earl" "Ratchets 7" "render navina" "see the sun" "skipping new" "soundscape" "soundtrack" "TDO5" "Theme from Public Transport" "TMC-06" "track 01" "turbu" "unmastered" "wavestation" "zoom016" 1 of 100 1976 8 Track Dogma A Farewell to Hexes Accursed Volts Ada Stockwell & Lippy Kid Adi Carter Adjectivals Afrotull Aldo Rox AM Web Amongst the Pigeons Andrea Careddu Andrew Ramsey Andy Blip Andy McDade Another Dead Weirdo Antoni Maiovvi AOTCI Apalusa Apta Arvik Torrensen Assassin of Sound Audio Obscura Aula Deft University of Technology Autoflag Autumna Ave Grave Awful Collider baze.djunkiii Bazrah Ben Tye Bernard Grancher Betamax Warriors Bipolar Explorer Bit Cloudy Blaiddwyn Bless This Machine Blood Everywhere BMH Boodlam British Detail Calico Jack Capricornio Cevan Charlie & Lol1 Chelidon Frame CLAIR Claro Correcto Co-Pilot Course Correct Cowboy Flying Saucer Cuts D. McCann D. Taylor Daft Danny Carnage Darren Hannant Datassette David McNicol Desert Petunia dESUS DFF Sound System Ditchburn Band Distant Animals Dog in the Snow [dOOM] dESUS Drew Five Dundass Dusty Ohms Earthborn Visions Earthshine Eat the Sun Ed Spess Eduards Ozoliņš Egone El Ghou Electric Talk Electroaurora Elizabeth Joan Kelly Elli Shnoo Em Downing Eoin MacIonmhain Espetacara EV Everon Goen Exit Chamber Famished for Blonds Fantasy Sequence Finlay Shakespeare Flexagon Forces of Good Four Italian Pep Pills Fragile X From the Benthic Zone Garden of Surreal Dreams Gasmantell Gemma Cullingford Georgia Gone Caving Grant Basma Horsnell Grant Forrester Gusset Half Hazard Radio Heavy Cloud Hengist Pod Hi-Tech Criminal Hirsig Hole in the Machine Holmes & Atten Ash Holychao Hornbeam Human Concept Hymettus Woods Idiogram JD Twitch Jack Blake Jackaman James Graham James Oldrini James Sandford Jamie Cameron Jane Pitt Juxtagon Jeff Styroid Jim Jarmo Joe Ahmed Joe Muggs Joel Shea John Rushton Jonathan Higgins Junklight Junkyard of Silenced Poets K. Karl D'Silva Kate Arnold Kim Moore Kinver Pond Kitty Turner KKP 1489 Komputer L/F/D/M Lament_Config Lathave Park Lefthave Plank Leiyun Leptonandon Levi Fuller Liam Kendal Limited Ability Lomond Campbell Louzy Luke Hansbury Mabel Gwen vs Rusty Sheriff Malady of Knots Mark Healy Mark Wilkins Masios Matt Nix Matthew McCourt Matthew Thomason Meadow Pixie Mechanical Lobster Megalophobe Melony Klein Miriam Ingram Meridian Michael Begg Michael Denny Mike Smalle Mike Tupling Milk and Cheese Millz Davis Mitsubishi Cunliffe Mode 7 Project Modulator ESP Moray Newlands Mr Kong 95 Mr Kristoffa Museleon Mute Frequencies Myrrhman Nad Spiro Nat Lyon Naylee Negative Response Neve Nicolas Corniglion Nonalogue Old Man Oliver Lacon OOO EEE OOO Openchannel Outside Other Owen Sound P6 Palmer Eldritch Panamint Manse Passenger Pieon P. G. Warren pHactory Portobello Drone Choir Posthuman Pracownik Prequel Tapes Prince Video Production Unit Pye Corner Audio Rave Sir Robin Re:Search Remote-Control_Rectum Repeared Viewing Richard Sandling RJ Ellmer Robert Griffiths Roberta Fidora Robyn Gibson Rockets in the Trees Roland Oakes Ruaridh Law Sadie Maskery Saguenay Salford Electronics Salvatore Mercatante Samantha Fox Sansuro 77 Scanner Scott Smigiel Scumbag Radio Seapup Secret Nuclear Security Semispecific Ensemble Schestokken Shiranai Hito Sheer Zed Signal Signal Jammer Silas Andersen Simon Fisher Turner Simon Heartfield meets Megaheadphoneboy Sizike Skeleton Worm Slateford Mods featuring MC Dead Kennarty Slow Down Missy Snooks Solo1 Soundhead Spacelab Spiral Dial St James Infirmary Stephen Boyle Steve Emerson Stock Photography Strangest Pet on Earth Stuart Cook Subversive Recluse Swardh Tambay Teishi-1 Time Destroys All Things The Bookshop The Cairnsmore Conspiracy The Domestiques The Family Germ The Last Ambient Hero The Leaf Library The Nameless Book Thee Adversary Thelonius Martin Todd Snow Tom gunn Nash Toxic octopus UBO Unseen Hands Veryan Vitruvian Skies Von Heuser Walthamstow Home Keyboard Laboratory Warrior Bob Waves of Nightinglaes William Wild Wizards Tell Lies Writers Bloc Xelis De Toro Yol Yvette Haynes

[aprilrph]

hey y’all!! beneath the cut is #178 fcs that are underused, 35+, and have resources or content to make resources from.  it’s organized by gender and alphabetically.  by no means is it every actor available but it’s a good start. as far as i know,  there’s no one problematic on it,  but please let me know if you find someone who is!!  like/reblog if you find it useful.

women:

abigail spencer (1981)

aisha hinds (1975)

aj cook (1978)

alex rice (1972)

amy adams (1974)

angela bassett (1958)

angelica ross (1980)

annie wersching (1977)

bae doona (1979)

brittany ishibashi (1980)

buthaina al raisi (1983)

candy palmater (1968)

carla gugino (1971)

caterina scorsone (1981)

celina jaitly (1981)

chandra wilson (1969)

charo bogarin (1972)

chelsea peretti (1978)

christina chang (1971)

danai gurira (1978)

deborah mailman (1972)

dichen lachman (19822)

elaine miles (1960)

elena finney (1982)

elizabeth mitchell (1970)

elodie yung (1981)

elsa pataky (1976)

fluvia lacerda (1980)

freema agyeman (1971)

gina torres (1969)

gisele marie rocha (1973)

heather rae (1966)

heather white (1983)

inez jasper (1981)

irene bedard (1967)

jamie clayton (1978)

jana mashonee (1980)

jennifer love hewitt (1979)

jennifer pudavick (1982)

jerrika hinton (1981)

jessica capshaw (1976)

jo in-sung (1981)

julia chan (1983)

jun ji hyun (1981)

justina machado (1972)

karina lombard (1969)

karlygash mukhamedzhanova (1983)

kate siegel (1982)

kate walsh (1967)

katherine heigl (1978)

kimberly guerrero (1962)

kirsten vangsness (1972)

kristen bell (1980)

kulap vilaysack (1980)

laleh pourkarim (1982)

laura dern (1967)

lauren cohan (1982)

laverne cox (1972)

linsay willier (1983)

lila downs (1968)

lisa hammond (1983)

loreen (1983)

mais hamdan (1982)

marisa tomei (1964)

mariska hargitay (1964)

marsha thomason (1976)

maggie q (1979)

melissa fumero (1982)

mia sable (1984)

ming-na wen (1963)

octavia spencer (1972)

paget brewster (1969)

ravshana kurkova (1980)

sandra oh (1971)

sara ramirez (1975)

sarah drew (1980)

sharaya j (1984)

sheri foster (1957)

sofia boutella (1982)

stephanie beatriz (1981)

sydney freeland (1980)

tamara feldman (1980)

tanya tagaq (1975)

tina ferreira (1972)

trace ellis ross (1972)

transaaradhna (1983)

velina hasu houston (1957)

viola davis (1965)

yaya dacosta (1983)

men:

abhay deol (1976)

adam beach (1972)

adam rodriguez (1975)

adam garnet jones (1982)

alex kruz (1978)

andre braugher (1962)

andrew lincoln (1972)

andy samberg (1978)

ben bass (1968)

benjamin bratt (1963)

brett dalton (1983)

brian tee (1977)

colin donnell (1982)

chadwick boseman (1977)

cress williams (1970)

daddy yankee (1977)

daniel dae kim (1968)

daniel henney (1979)

daniel sunjata (1971)

eddie spears (1982)

eric dane (1972)

eugene brave rock (1978)

gabriel macht (1972)

gil birmingham (1953)

gong yoo (1979)

henry ian cusick (1967)

ian anthony dale (1978)

idris elba (1972)

james pickens jr (1954)

jason george (1972)

jesse borrego (1962)

jesse spencer (1979)

jesse williams (1981)

jocko sims (1981)

joe lo truglio (1970)

joe mantegna (1947)

john cho (1972)

john krasinski (1979)

jonathan joss (1965)

jon bernthal (1976)

josh dallas (1978)

josh keaton (1979)

justin chambers (1970)

keanu reeves (1964)

kenneth choi (1971)

kevin mckidd (1973)

kunal kapoor (1977)

laurence fishburne (1961)

litefoot (1969)

luke evans (1971)

malcolm barrett (1980)

malcolm-jamal warner (1970)

manish dayal (1983)

manu bennett (1969)

mark-paul gosselaar (1974)

martin henderson (1974)

matt czuchry (1977)

matt lanter (1983)

michael shanks (1970)

michael spears (1977)

michael greyeyes (1967)

miguel angel silvestre (1982)

nicholas gonzalez (1976)

omar lotfi (1983)

patrick dempsey (1966)

ricky whittle (1981)

redcloud (1978)

rudy youngblood (1982)

santiago x (1982)

shemar moore (1970)

simon baker (1969)

sterling k brown (1976)

steven yeun (1983)

taika waititi (1975)

taylor kinney (1981)

terry crews (1968)

todd grinnell (1976)

tom ellis (1978)

tony goldwyn (1960)

tristan thunderbolt (1980)

william jackson harper (1980)

will yun lee (1971)

zach mcgowan (1981)

zahn mcclarnon (1966)

nonbinary:

alec butler (1959)

b scott (1981)

jill soloway (1965)

kelly mantle (1976)

tomson highway (1951)

if you know any other nb fcs to add to the list, please let me know!!  i probably won’t add more men or women because there’s plenty but it’s very challenging to find 35+ nb fcs.

[tcookies]

In the recent “voice recording” BTS reel for Young Justice Outsiders, Jamie Thomason (the voice director) outright says “this human shell, Gabrielle Daou, imbued with this mother box spirit... “

Like, okay, just gonna drop a bomb on us like that?

[storydragonness]

My Thoughts on “Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald”

Rating: 4/5 Stars

Summary: After Grindelwald’s escape from capture, Newt Scamander is asked by Albus Dumbledore to pursue leads on Credence and confront Grindelwald. Initially reluctant, Newt gets drawn into another adventure with Jacob, Queenie, and Tina.

Review: This movie was speckled with several plot twists and new revelations that will get your gears moving. Admittedly, some of the smaller revelations don’t make sense with what some of the fans know from the Harry Potter series (Dumbledore teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and McGonagall’s presence) and others I am convinced will just become another twist in the future. And these revelations, tie-ins, and twists were accompanied by new and wondrous creatures and more action (compared to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them). There’s also plenty of situational humor and adorableness (am I talking about the baby nifflers or Eddie Redmayne? You may never know). Although I love the first movie, this one did a much better job at keeping me engaged with the film.

Although I enjoyed the expansion on Queenie’s character, I felt like some of her actions didn’t line up with the character perceptions we carried over from the first movie. It was a very sudden transition that should’ve been worked into. However, the grand scheme of that plot line made sense if you linger on her abilities as a Legilimens and what she probably faces every day. I also feel that Dumbledore’s relationship with Grindlewald could’ve been explored a little bit more thoroughly (maybe in the future movies?). 

I did enjoy the casting for this movie though, major and minor characters alike (yes, even Johnny Depp as Grindelwald). Did anyone else recognize Jamie Bower? Also, did the woman in the photo album look like Marsha Thomason to anyone else (I couldn’t find casting information for that role)?

Favorite Quotes:

“I don’t take sides.” - Newt

“You’re too good Newt. You’ve never met a monster you couldn’t love.” - Leta

“Do you know why I admire you, Newt? You do not seek power. You simply ask, ���Is a thing... right?’“ - Albus

Feel free to comment or message me if you would like to discuss the events that unfolded or theories about the next few movies (there are supposed to be 5 in total after all).