#lara robinson

[beautiful-celebs-pics]

Lara Robinson

[filmbook21]

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Knowing 2009

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

The Nsibidi Scripts BFCD Tags Masterlist

The Nsibidi Scripts

Akata Witch | Akata Warrior || Akata Woman 

Sunny Nwazue: Aesthetics | Fanart | FC | Moodboards | Wiki

Chijioke Nimm:  Aesthetics | Fanart | FC | Moodboards

Anyanwu

Udide Okwanka, Spider the Artist

Nesha Reads Akata Witch |  Nesha Reads Akata Warrior ||  Nesha Reads Akata Woman 

Nnedi Okorafor | Yetide Badaki | Nene Nwoko

Sunny FCs: Ava Clarke | Lara and/or Mara Bawar | Kenosha Robinson | Nontobeko Mbuyazi

I have to correct some of the actual tags on the posts, but this is gonna be the post that all the tags that have anything to do with the Nsibidi Scripts series.

[evcrlasting]

Lara had definitely welcomed complicated in her life, so there was very little to blame other than herself for the situation. Yet they had successfully avoided this for 2 years. Had being the key word. The main thing the two of them had agreed on when she first got pregnant was keeping their son out of public eye. One of those things that had been easier said than done and they had done it. Then the alerts came up on her phone, the texts spammed her phone, everyone who didn't know the truth finally thought they were entitled to know.

"The hell? You had one job." Lana herself was more concerned about how he had let this happen. Of course paparazzi and personal space weren't a match that made sense. She was doing her very best to not blow up on him. The fact that his fan pages were now posting pictures were unnerving. Fingers massaged her temples as she paced the room. "I know there's no way to make them take it down. I tried already - laughed me off the damn phone." And she had cussed them right back. "So now what? Fuck! You promised me we wouldn't have to do this." That was long before he blew up. Still.

@blindspct

[100-sexiest]

Current list of nominations ready for voting to find the most goonable celeb of 2023. Further suggestions can be sent via DM to @100-sexiest and voting will begin Jan 1st

Addison Rae

Alena Shishkova

Alexa Bliss

Alexis Ren

Alice Chater

Alice Delish

Alla Bruletova

Amara Cordova

Amber Heard

Amelie Zilber

Amouranth

Amy Childs

Amy Schumer

Ana De Armas

Angela White

Anna Kendrick

Anna Nystrom

Anne Hathaway

Anya Taylor-Joy

Anyuta Rai

Ariana Grande

Aspen Mansfield

Asuna Yuuki

Aubrey Plaza

Autumn Falls

Ava Max

Avril Lavigne

Bebe Rexha

Bella Hadid

Bella Thorne

Belle Delphine

Belle Poarch

Bhad Bhabie

Billie Faiers

Breckie Hill

Britney Spears

Camilo Cabello

Cara Delvigne

Carmella Rose

Carmen Electra

Charli D'Amelio

Charli XCX

Charlotte Dawson

Charlotte Lawrence

Charly Jordan

Chelsea Healey

Cherry Crush

Chloe Grace Moretz

Chloe Khan

Chloe Madeley

Chloe Sims

Coconut Kitty

Corinna Kopf

Courtney Stodden

Daisy Keech

Daisy Ridley

Danielle Mason

Demi Rose

Dove Cameron

Elisha Herbert

Elizabeth Hurley

Elizabeth Olsen

Emilia Clarke

Emily Atack

Emily Elizabeth

Emily Feld

Emily Ratajkowski

Emma Kotos

Emma Roberts

Emma Stone

Emma Watson

Eva Elfie

Faith Seed

Foxy Menagerie

Gal Gadot

Gigi Hadid

Greta Thunberg

Hailee Steinfeld

Hailey Bieber

Hailey Sigmond

Hannah OwO

Hannah Palmer

Havanna Winter

Hayden Panettiere

Holly Hagan

Ichinose Asuna

Iggy Azalea

Ivanka Peach

Ivanka Trump

Jemima Robinson

Jenna Ortega

Jennifer Lawrence

Jessica Weaver

Jesy Nelson

Jordyn Jones

Jorgie Porter

Julia Burch

Kaley Cuoco

Kali Roses

Kate Mara

Kate Moss

Kate Upton

Katelyn Elizabeth

Katie Price

Katie Sigmond

Katy Perry

Keeley Hazell

Keira Knightly

Kelsey Calemine

Kendall Jenner

Kendra Wilkinson

Khloe Kardashian

Kiernan Shipka

Kim Kardashian

Kourtney Kardashian

Kristen Hancher

Kyla Dodds

Kylie Jenner

Kylie Minogue

Lara Croft

Lauren Burch

Lauren Conrad

Lauren Pope

Lea Elui

Lele Pons

Lily Collins

Lily Easton

Lindsay Lohan

Lois Griffin

Lola Bynny

Loren Gray

Lorraine Ward

Lucy Hale

Lucy Mecklenburgh

Maddison Fox

Madi Teeuws

Madison Beer

Maggie Lindemann

Malu Trevejo

Margot Robbie

Maria Domark

Megan Fox

Meika Woollard

Mia Malkova

Mila Kunis

Miley Cyrus

Millie Mackintosh

Miranda Lawson

Mishka Silva

Molly-Mae Hague

Morgan Harvill

Natalia Fadeev

Natalie Dormer

Nicki Minaj

Nicole Demora

Nicole Scherzinger

Olivia Dunne

Olivia Ponton

Paige Thorn

Paisley Porter

Paris Hilton

Piper Rockelle

Pixie Lott

Pokimane

Polina Malinovskaya

Polly Marchant

Poppy

Power

Presley Elise

Rachel Brockman

Rachel Cook

Ramona Flowers

Renee Herbert

Ria Sunn

Rias Gremory

Rihanna

Riley Reid

Roberta Tubbs

Rolyat

Rooney Mara

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Rubi Rose

Sabrina Carpenter

Samara Weaving

Sarah Hyland

Sarah Michelle Gellar

Scarlet Johnasson

Selena Gomez

Shakira

Sicily Rose

Skyla Jay Carpenter

Sommer

Sophie Grace

Sophie Turner

Summer Glau

Sydney Sweeny

Tammy Hembrow

Taylor Swift

Tila Tequila

Uffie

Vanessa Hudgens

Veronica Lake

Vicky Pattison

Violet Summers

Whitney Thornqvist

Willow Hand

Yor Forger

Zendaya

Zoe Sugg

Zoey Deutch

[endoftheworldhere]

A Comprehensive Timeline for NWAACO

This timeline will cover pretty much everything that’s happened in canon so far and absolutely will not line up with canon Grishaverse ages/age differences/birthdays. There shouldn’t be any spoilers for people who’ve read everything, but I’ll still put it under a cut just in case. Typical NWAACO warnings apply. Enjoy! 

35 ADD (After Dark Days): Per Haskell (District 6) wins the Hunger Games at age 18

37 ADD: Seeder Norris (District 11) wins the Hunger Games at age 18

42 ADD: Jarl Brum (District 2) wins the Hunger Games at age 18

July 47 ADD: Magnus Opjer (District 4) wins the Hunger Games at age 18

October 47 ADD: Zoya Nazyalensky is born 

April 49 ADD: Nikolai Lantsov is born 

There are only two times of year where Nikolai can be concieved and so only two possible birth months for him. I went with a July conception/April birthday because he felt like a spring baby

yes this means Nikolai is almost two years younger than Zoya when I think he is her age/maybe slightly older in Grishaverse canon. Look...it’s just not going to line up. Sorry

July 49 ADD: David Kostyk is born

But Erin, you say, David is the Victor of the 68th Games! He’d be 19 then, he would be too old!

To which I say--good catch! David’s birthday is actually in late July; as we’ll see in the David one shot, he turned 19 in the Arena. It was a very terrible birthday

March 50 ADD: Genya Safin is born

January 53 ADD: Leoni Hill is born

February 53 ADD: Jordie Rietveld is born

June 53 ADD: Alys Meijer is born

no, I didn’t intend for all the older sibling characters to be the same age but it ended out working out that way so I ran with it. It’s an intentional parallel now

July 53 ADD: Genna Pieters (District 6) wins the Hunger Games at age 17

55 ADD: Jan Van Eck becomes president, Aditi Hilli and Colm Fahey marry

yes, the age gap between Van Eck and Alys is really gross. Trust me, I know

January 56 ADD: Matthias Helvar is born

September 56 ADD: Nina Zenik is born

November 56 ADD: Kaz Brekker is born, Lara Rietveld dies

March 57 ADD: Hanne Brum is born

April 57 ADD: Jesper Fahey is born

June 57 ADD: Inej Ghafa is born

May 58 ADD: Wylan Van Eck is born

60 ADD: Paul and Alyssa Zenik die, Nina Zenik is left orphaned

May 63 ADD: Sara Helvar is born

July 64 ADD: Zoya Nazyalensky (District 8) wins the Hunger Games at age 16; Dominik Vertov (District 2) dies

March 66 ADD: Tomas Brekker dies

April 66 ADD: Marya Hendriks dies; Jordie Rietveld dies

I had to steal the idea from @oneofthewednesdays that Marya and Jordie ‘died’ around the same time 

March 67 ADD: Stefan and Katrin Helvar die; Matthias and Sara Helvar are orphaned 

July 67 ADD: Enobaria Robinson (District 2) wins the Games at age 18

July 68 ADD: David Kostyk (District 8) wins the Hunger Games at age 19; Aditi Hilli is executed

70 ADD: Nikolai Lantsov is recruited to the rebel movement

July 71 ADD: The events of One for Sorrow take place

July-December 72 ADD: The events of Bright Morning Stars take place

July 73 ADD: The events of Sometimes I Wish for Falling take place

July 74 ADD: The events of Gold Rush take place 

[fcsources]

hi ❤️ could i possibly get some fc suggestions for muslim/middle eastern females in their early to mid twenties? tysm

𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙯𝙚𝙥. 𝙞 '𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚. hey lovey! i'm not sure if you're looking for hijabi fcs specifically, but here are some of my favorite underused female middle eastern fcs between the ages of 20 and 27 ♡

Aslihan Karalar ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Buse Meral ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Cemre Baysel ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Elen Yeremyan ( 2001, musician, Armenian )

Hafsanur Sancaktutan ( 2000, actress, Turkish )

Hilal Anay ( 2000, actress, Turkish )

Ilayda Alisan ( 1996, actress, Turkish )

Lara Ghraoui ( 1996, model, Lebanese )

Lizge Comert ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Myriem Boukadida ( 1997, model with acting resources, Tunisian )

Meltem Akcol ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Mika Abdalla ( 2000, actress, less than half Lebanese )

Nisrina Sbia ( 1999, influencer, Moroccan )

Ozge Yagiz ( 1997, actress, Turkish )

Rabia Soyturk ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Rubina Dyan ( 1996, model, Armenian )

Scarlet May Robinson ( 1998, actress, half (?) Bahraini )

Sena Sahin ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Sila Turkoglu ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Simay Barlas ( 1999, actress, Turkish )

Sude Zulal Guler ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Tako Natsvlishvili ( 1998, model with acting resources, Georgian )

Tara Thompson ( 2000, influencer, Iranian )

Yaprak Medine ( 1996, actress, Turkish )

Yasmeen Fletcher ( 2003, actress, half Lebanese )

[shinigami-striker]

April 2024 Birthdays | Monday, 04.01.24

Down below are the upcoming birthdays of the following voice actors/actresses (that I know) in the month of April 2024.

Monday, April 1

Troy Baker

Wednesday, April 3

Stephanie Young

Thursday, April 4

Janice Kawaye

Justin Cook

Terri Doty

Friday, April 5

Dallas Reid

Saturday, April 6

Cindy Robinson

Monday, April 8

Carrie Savage

Tuesday, April 9

Amber Lee Connors

Wednesday, April 10

Stephanie Sheh

Thursday, April 11

Tricia Helfer

Saturday, April 13

Colleen Clinkenbeard

Wednesday, April 17

Maggie Flecknoe

Friday, April 19

Cassandra Lee Morris

Saturday, April 20

David Matringa

Lara Jill Miller

Monday, April 22

Christopher R. Sabat

Deven Mack

Sarah Anne Williams

Tuesday, April 23

Jeff Manning (voice actor)

John Cena

Saturday, April 27

Bella Hudson/Erica Schroeder

Morgan Berry

Sunday, April 28

Eric Vale

Jamieson Price

Melissa Fahn

Steve Blum

Monday, April 29

David P. Smith

Richard Epcar

Steven Blum

Tuesday, April 30

Adrian Pasdar

Shelley Calene Black

That's all for now. See you next month. Too-da-loo!

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted, chapter ten: A Sopping Wet Cat - a Malevolent x TMA crossover

Between elderly Lara Croft and the deeply-adoptable Jonathan Sims, Tim's feeling less alone.

Now if only Bouchard and Hastur weren't playing footsie while Tim tries to find his own footing…

Chapter ten of Corrupted, a Malevolent x TMA crossover.

AO3

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It’s after five p.m., but Tim is sure Bouchard will let them in. He doesn’t even bother calling this time before taking the bus. If Hastur is right, and Bouchard can see just about everything, he’ll know they’re coming.

Tim’s not sure how he feels about omniscience actually being real and belonging to just… some guy.

The gods in this world might be dead, but they exist, and that throws his entire philosophy of life into question. Even worse, they were eaten by something worse—which begs the question of what the fuck a god actually is.

“Is that guy a god?” he murmurs into his earpods.

Who?

“Bouchard.”

No.

“Right. How are we defining gods?”

How do you define a cat?

Tim purses his lips. “Guess you know a cat when you see one, huh?”

Indeed.

“So it’s not just a power thing, apparently, given that this guy isn’t one. Did that mean there were gods without power, too?”

Yes, actually. Hastur sounds warm again. You can be so very smart, Tim.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, blah blah blah,” Tim mumbles.

Hastur laughs softly.

Tim falls silent. He has a lot to process.

At least it’s easier to reach the Magnus Institute now that he can see. The area is truly lovely; old buildings, probably all National Trust, absolutely clean sidewalks (he can’t imagine the army of people paid to preserve that), and discreet little signs that don’t stick out in any way because reputation matters more here than advertising.

“Oh it's expensive,” Tim sings to and I'm so happy. “So damned expensive! Couldn’t afford a cup of tea! Bet the coffee tastes like pee!”

Hastur laughs. What on earth are you doing?

“Being delightful so the poor police don’t come out and nab me.”

Unlikely to work as a deterrent.

"Well, a guy's gotta try." And then Time spots a slight man in a sweater-vest juggling and losing his folders in a spray of knowledge all over the steps.

“Damn and blast!” the fellow announces like an eighty-year-old, and Tim knows who he is.

“Hey, Jon, right?” Tim says, jogging lightly toward him. “Let me help.”

“Oh! Mister Stoker.” Jon blinks at him. Then behind him. Then at him again, looking confused.

Tim turns and sees nothing. He shrugs and turns back, bending to gather papers. “Sorry I don’t know what order all this goes in.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter,” says Jon in a deeply peevish way. “She’s not going to organize them anyway.”

“She?” says Tim.

“I have been reassigned to the archives,” says Jon with a little sniff, and pushes his glasses up his nose. “There, I have discovered that Ms. Robinson has no sense of order, nor a positive attitude toward anyone who wants to help.” He stops. His eyes widen. “I am so sorry. This isn’t any of your trouble. Please don’t say… er, anything. I’m very grateful for the opportunity.”

Just listening yesterday, Tim had thought Jon was a prick. Looking at him today, he’s certain Jon is actually a nerd—probably a bullied one—who’s wearing spiky intellectual armor to stay safe.

Tim knows the type. He’s adopted a few in the past. “Mum's the word, boss," he says, and hands over a sheaf of paper back.

Jon stuffs them into folders without any attempt at organizing. His face looks hot. “I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you, Mister Stoker.”

“Tim, please. I’m gonna be around for a bit, so no need to be so formal, yeah?”

Jon’s shoulders untense. “You are? That’s, ah, good to know? I’m sorry, but this is after business hours, and we’re closed.”

“Naw. Elias will let me in,” says Tim.

“Oh! He’s expecting you?” says Jon. “And I’m keeping you! Come along, now, let’s not waste any more time,” he says as if the delay were Tim’s idea, and scurries up the stairs.

What an annoying little man, says Hastur.

Nope. Dorky in the extreme, maybe; he definitely knows the type. Tim grins and follows.

Jon juggles folders and keys; ungraciously accepts a hand with the folders; drops his keys; and finally, face red, gets the door open. “I’m glad to hear we were able to help you. Nasty things, Leitners.”

“Leitners?”

“That bookplate. Jurgen Leitner owned evil books—and legitimately produced some of the few verifiable supernatural occurrences on record.” Jon gives him a challenging look.

Tim just wants to scoop him up and wrap him in a scarf and make him watch some sci-fi. “I believe you.”

The relief is visible. “You do?”

“Seen some things. Yes.”

“I’m really glad we can do something for you,” says Jon. “You know, it’s very strange. I’ve worked here for three years, and I've never once seen Elias get involved in any—”

“Mister Sims, what are you doing?”

And there she is—the little old lady who doesn't look like a bad-ass god-fighting machine, but definitely is. She's tiny; conservatively dressed. She’d be cute if she weren't so severe. Her reading glasses hang from a chain around her neck, and though she lacks any obvious weapons, she still has books in her jacket pockets.

Tim wonders which one's the flamethrower.

Tread carefully, Hastur says, unnecessarily. I don’t know what she remembers after Kayne’s intervention.

“Ms. Robinson,” Jon stammers. “He’s, ah. There’s been a, ah.”

"Hello," says Tim. "Your boss asked for me."

Her look flatly dismisses what he says like wiping away footprints in the sand. "Did he."

Jon looks confused. He's frozen, folders bulked under one arm, keys still in hand.

"He did!" says Tim brightly. "So why don't we all go and see what happens?"*

The old woman stares him down.

Gimlet eyes, Tim thinks, having encountered the phrase in publishing a few times, but never before now actually seeing them.

"Let's do that," she decides, and gestures toward the darkened Institute and Elias’ office. "In we all go now, chop chop," says elderly Lara Croft.

He's already inside. Bouchard. It's safe to enter.

Tim would give a lot of money to know how Hastur knew that, but he can't ask now. He smiles his absolute warmest at both of them and walks into what he desperately hopes is not his tomb.

#

Bouchard is waiting for them, standing in his office doorway. Tim feels weirdly justified. “Thank you, Gertrude,” says Bouchard. “Tim, if you please—right this…” He stops. Stares. “Interesting,” he murmurs.

“Are you sure you want to handle this?” says the murderous old bat.

“Yes, it’ll be fine. He’s not a danger,” says Bouchard.

He’s lying. You are.

Bouchard’s look. It’s hungry. What the hell.

“Jon,” says Bouchard, suddenly. “I will need to see you after this meeting. All right? Clear your schedule. It’s going to be a bit of a thing.”

Jon looks absolutely spooked. “Sure, of course, Elias. Right.”

Lara “Gertrude” Croft looks highly suspicious.

“Right,” says Jon, glancing back and forth. “Um.” He flees.

“That guy needs a movie night,” Tim says.

Gertrude stares at him.

“You know. With friends? A bit of beer, or something? Snacks? Everybody cozy in socks? Bras off?”

She stares harder.

“Right. Maybe you need one, too,” says Tim.

Bouchard clears his throat. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” Tim gives her his brightest smile.

She does not respond. Well, now she’s a challenge.

Bouchard’s look has not changed. Thoughtful. Penetrative. He gestures to the seat across from his desk and sits behind it, fingers steepled.

“You really make a guy sweat with a look like that,” says Tim.

“I’m glad to hear it,” says Bouchard. “And please—do call me Elias.”

Tim shifts. “We’re all on first-name basis here, I guess. Tim.”

Elias does a little gracious nod. “So you’ve had an adventure of some kind since I last saw you,” he says. “For one thing, your vision has swapped hands, if you'll pardon my mixing of metaphors."

“How did you—yeah. That happened. Also, that old bat out there tried to kill me for no damn reason?”

She was aggressive, says Hastur.

“I must apologize for her, not that I have any control over her, really,” he says. “The fact is that when it’s time to stop her, I’m going to have to kill her—but she makes a marvelous distraction in the meantime, doesn’t she?”

What an absolutely fucked up thing to say. “I’m not sure I can agree with that?” says Tim.

Yes… I see your point, says Hastur, because of course, it makes sense to him. And she has done so since before you claimed this body, am I right?

Elias’ smile grows teeth. “I see you don’t miss much.”

No.

“I am mindful of it,” says Elias.

I’d guess… in the neighborhood of two centuries?

“Very good! Yes. I’m surprised one such as yourself would be aware of such mortal lifetimes.”

Hastur responds like a cat petted along its spine, arching its arse in the air. I’ve had to pay attention to such things. Human bodies are… regrettably fragile.

What the actual hell?

Tim frowns, feeling the anger rising, trying to push it down. “Hey, old guys. I’m still here, you know,” he says.

“Yes, and that is a perfect segue,” says Elias, smooth as fucking butter. “I don’t know what happened yesterday. I know Gertrude came back with her memory altered; I know whatever you got involved with raised a sort of… fog through which I could not see.”

“So you were watching,” says Tim.

“I watch everything I can,” says Elias, as though this is perfectly normal. “That is how I serve my patron. But I could not see what happened.”

Tim doesn’t care to tell him. Elias just rubs him wrong.

Chaos. That’s what happened.

“Vague, but fair enough. I cannot even see the memories in your head, Tim, which tells me on one level how strong the forces we’re dealing with are—but there is one thing I do see. You have been marked.”

Tim feels… bad?

He hunches a little. It’s not a familiar feeling, this. He's not even sure "bad" is the right word. “Yeah. Apparently, I’m doomed to become a rage monster, la-di-da.”

“This does place me in an awkward position,” says Elias. “You have, in a manner of speaking, been claimed by a patron other than mine, and they tend to be… possessive.”

Yet you have not thrown us out, says Hastur warmly (because the manipulation seems to have worked), and Tim frowns just a pinch harder.

“Naturally. I’ve never seen anything like this—which means, I fear, that you are practically catnip for me.”

And the two old assholes laugh, and Tim has almost had enough.

(But should he have had enough?)

(Wouldn’t he be more patient with this nonsense, normally?)

“Right,” Tim says. “So. I’m going to assume you also saw what happened at the police station.”

“I did. Most unfortunate.”

"We had something of a plan about that."

“Yes, and I may be able to help you with it—if you’re willing to make a deal.”

Here we go again, Tim thinks. “If you’re already watching, what difference does it make?”

“All the difference. It changes your perception of events, and alters how you feel. It becomes a gift to my patron—given under duress, which is even better—and thus, empowers me.”

Tim stares. “At least you’re honest.”

Surprisingly honest, says Hastur darkly.

Elias shrugs. “The fact is that you're difficult to see into, which is... unusual for me. Surface thoughts are easy; but I don't even know your name.”

He didn’t mean Tim. “You don’t know?”

“I can’t see it. I can see his memory of himself, but not his name—it’s clouded, even in your mind.”

We really are catnip to this guy, Tim thinks. “You don’t have to tell him,” says Tim.

I know. I’m weighing whether his aid is worth whatever price he extracts.

“I assure you, whatever ‘price I extract’ is going to be observation-based. That is, after all, what I’m all about.”

And that was weird. Very weird. Because Tim thinks Elias just lied.

There’s no reason for it. He can’t see any difference in face or body language. But he’s sure Elias lied. He’s getting something out of this beyond observation. Anger bubbles, slowly simmering.

I’ve had… various names.

Elias is looking so damned intense. “I would love to know. It might even help me refine my current thought on how to give you some… support.”

“Don’t give away the farm,” says Tim.

I see no reason to hold this back, Hastur decides.

“If you’re sure.” Tim is not sure.

I have been called Hastur. The Unspeakable One. I have been called… the King in Yellow.

Elias’ eyes light up like he just won the lottery. “Phenomenal,” he whispers. “Lord of Carcosa. Regaled in a gown of yellow, twice as tall as any man! Majestic, he glides over the ground to take his throne in lost Carcosa, for he is the king that was and shall be!”

“Oh, boy,” Tim says.

Yes, Hastur says.

“Well… I am, I will not lie, deeply honored,” Elias lies, and does a proper bow as he says it so Hastur can tell by the sound that he lowered his head.

Tim wonders if this really is the better option than cultists.

The metaphorical lid is beginning to bounce on the pot of his anger, clanging, jarring out of place with rising rage—and Elias sees. Tim knows that he sees.

Elias is enjoying this.

Rein it in, Tim tells himself, because this isn’t like him, this isn’t usual, he’s a patient man, he’s dealt with shit like this from shitty managers all in the past, this isn’t new, this… he doesn’t have to… he…

“Your self-control is extraordinary,” says Elias, softly. “I’m very impressed, Tim. And I appreciate it. I don’t particularly want to be burned—so I thank you.”

At least that time, he wasn’t lying.

Tim.

“What?” Tim snaps between clenched teeth.

Please.

Well, fuck, what’s Tim supposed to do with that?

They’re both waiting to see what he does with that.

Come on, you, he thinks. Pull it together. He breathes slowly. Deeply. Shuddering.

“You are remarkable,” says Elias, and he sounds like he means it. “I wouldn’t have guessed—forgive me.”

He is, says Hastur, as though he planned for any of this.

“I think I hate you both right now?” says Tim.

“Fair,” says Elias. “And I’m sorry that you’re in the position you’re in.”

Again—he’s telling the truth now.

Does Elias know Tim picked up when he was lying?

Tim thinks he does. Elias, Tim realizes, is a fucking dangerous piece of work.

You have an idea? says Hastur.

“I do. This is, of course, based on research and memories from those in my line going back some thousands of years. If I understand correctly, your current vulnerability is largely based on… well. Your host’s mortality.”

That isn’t… fully inaccurate.

“As opposed, let’s say, to possessing a body closer to what you had before?”

My original body? There are no bodies here closer to what I had before.

“What if one could be created? How would that affect your situation?”

Tim has no idea. “What, give him his own body? Go all deific Frankenstein?”

I need to… consider this. You say it as if there were a possibility of such a thing.

Elias’ eyes lid. It’s like he knows he’s hooked a fish, and can take his time reeling it in. “Well. You no doubt feel the stored power of this place. That is because we collect artefacts. This particular hobby is not unique to us. I may—theoretically—know of some deific flesh, carefully preserved in crystal. And I may—theoretically—know someone who could potentially use it to craft you a new body.”

“Why would you go to all that trouble?” says Tim.

“Because it will be an amazing thing to watch, and as things currently stand, you won’t live long enough to… ah. I apologize.”

“Scratch your itch?” says Tim, dry. “Get you the fuck off?”

“Something like that,” says Elias, who isn’t so easy to ruffle.

I need to think about this.

“Of course you do. Might I suggest you stay here until you do, though? No obligation, no payment—well, beyond watching you, which I will be doing anyway, no matter where you are.”

“You knew I already planned on that part,” says Tim.

Elias shrugs like a prince. “I choose to be gracious, nonetheless.”

Tim wants to hit him.

Keep it down, he tells himself. You’re not the rage. You not the… whatever the fuck wrath monster. You’re you.

“I offer protection,” says Elias. “We are not, of course, impervious to invasion, but we are far safer than a hotel, or an apartment, or, gods forbid, the street. Three agents I can see followed you here—two of the Corruption, who would devour you with mold, worms, maggots, disease; and one of the Desolation, who… well, to be frank, I don’t know what she’d do, given that you, Tim, are marked—but I assure you, she is not here on a mission of mercy.”

“What?”

“You were followed—and I am not talking about your policewoman.”

“Wait, we were?"

“You didn’t notice? Oh, dear,” says Elias.

Fuck.

Yeah, pretty much.

We shall stay, says Hastur as though the favor being given is them gracing this place with their presence.

Tim realizes with a shock that he isn’t sure his opinion is any good right now. He’s too angry. It’s not his rage. But it’s… spilling into everything. Tim has never felt unsure in his life. This is a horrible feeling. He wipes at his eyes, surprised to find them wet.

“Come.” Elias stands, not revealing whatever he thinks of this display, and heads for the door.

Are you all right?

Hastur seems to mean it. Can Tim trust that, either?

Yes. He knows he can. Whatever else is wrong with him, he knows he’s reading other people correctly, including Hastur. “Not really?”

I will do what I can for you once we are alone.

“More spells?" Tim scoffs.

Oh, the things I can teach you...

“Sure,” says Tim without conviction, and follows Elias Bouchard deeper into his spooky mid-london temple.

#

Elias hadn’t lied; it’s a neat little space down there, in the archives.

Well. It’s a mess. But the living quarters are definitely cute.

Gertrude Lara Croft Robinson is down there already, eyeing them, visibly daring commentary on the stacks of mismatched files, the open cardboard boxes balanced precariously against each other or on chairs, the truly heinous amount of cobwebs in every corner, between every shelf.

“Uh,” says Tim. “Nice haunted house you’re running here.”

“Mm,” says Elias.

Gertrude gives Tim a skewering look.

“No, really,” says Tim, stepping over six sagging boxes and around two piles of unsorted papers. “Get a fog machine down here and you’ll make bank.”

“Yes, well, Gertrude insists there is a reason for all of it,” says Elias as if his kingdom’s condition is of no concern.

Gertrude says nothing.

Tim suddenly wonders if she’s hiding weapons in the paperwork.

The little living area is, happily, free from nonsense. A very tiny kitchenette, a small cot sharing space with boxes and office supplies, and a bathroom with a cramped toilet and sink.

“There is a shower upstairs,” says Elias, “though it is in my office, and you will need to arrange time to use it.”

“Weird,” says Tim. “But okay.”

Elias shrugs. “It is a very old building. James Wright had it installed, so I am to understand, but what he was thinking, doing it there… well. I have no idea.”

A lie. Tim peers at him.

Elias smiles and it is a bright, sharp thing, like light glinting off a blade. “Oh, you are good at that, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

“What—was that a test?”

“It was. Over something I think you can agree, at least, is harmless.”

“Hard not to be insulted,” Tim says.

“Of course—but I had to be sure you knew on your own. I can clearly see Lord Hastur did not clue you in.”

“Lord Hastur?”

“I’ve never met a god before, and I’d prefer to be on his good side. Wouldn’t you?” says Elias.

Tim rolls his eyes so hard they hurt. “Subject fucking change. How can you help with that police officer?”

“Are you willing to do some footwork?”

Tim frowns. “Sure?”

“Good. Then I can send you to a few places which will, in time, lead her on a completely different trail.”

“So you already knew our plan.”

“Yes. I won’t send you alone, either. It’s hardly safe. Just give me some time to make a couple of arrangements.”

Truth. “Okay. I guess. Fuck, this is… Am I really kipping in a haunted basement to hide from maggot gods?”

“I fear before all of this over, you will experience far stranger things than this,” says Elias. “Now—do try to get comfortable. I will fetch you a key, as well as the code for the alarm.”

“Elias!” Gertrude protests.

“He is officially under our protection.”  And there, right there, is the most real Elias has been this whole damn time, because that hardly sounded like the same man. The smarm is gone, replaced with a frankly terrifying hardness, the kind that makes Tim think he could shoot a guy in the face and walk away without a second thought.

But maybe it’s necessary to corral someone like Gertrude. She looks positively raucous for a moment, then glances at Tim.

Tim holds his hands up. “No quarrels with you. I’m just trying to stay alive.”

“I reserve the right to kill him if he tries a ritual inside the Institute—whether or not he knows what it does,” Gertrude snaps.

Well, she certainly remembers some of what happened.

“Fair,” says Elias.

“Sure?” says Tim.

Gertrude nods as if her head is an axe and marches away.

Elias sighs. “I really do apologize for her.”

Will she honor your command?

“For a while, anyway. Her focus is ‘protecting humanity,’ whatever that means, so as long as Tim provides no such active threat, he will fall off her radar.”

“She came after me yesterday," says Tim.

“She’d thought you were attempting a ritual to give one of the Fears more power,” says Elias.

“She didn’t even ask. She just… assumed.”

“In the name of saving the world, she sacrifices people,” Elias says coldly. “It makes one wonder what the value of life is to her.”

So that’s a whole host of unspoken stories. “Wow.”

“Indeed. I’ll send help down with a key and all shortly. Rest, Tim. As best we can, we’ll keep you safe.” Elias smiles (and, oddly enough, was telling the truth), and leaves.

Tim flops onto the cot.

It squeaks.

“That’ll make masturbating awkward,” he says without thinking.

Hastur laughs.

#

Tim did not expect to fall asleep.

It’s not like this is the best cot in the world. But there’s something weirdly peaceful about this place; the sounds of paper rustling outside the little room, presumably Gertrude moving piles from one spot to another (also presumably just keeping an eye on him). The sweet emptiness of being underground, with so much stone and paper and threadbare carpet, is its own wonderful white noise. Tim hasn’t been in a silent place in a long time, and finds it soothing. Even the simmering anger seems to be calming.

He yawns, stretches, is amused that the cot creaks again. “Mm,” he says. “Guess this is what monks see in it, or something.”

What—the silence and isolation? Perhaps; though they tend also to be… industrious orders, working far more hours than usual. The time allotted to rest in silence is slim.

“Fuck that, then. Guess I’m starting my own monastery—to laziness.” Tim stretches again. “Hey—why do you know about monks?”

I’ve spent more than one life in one such place.

Tim sputters. “Are you serious?”

Yes. There isn’t much in this world that I have not at least tried, Tim.

Tim sits up. “You really did monk things?”

I did.

“Like… prayed to gods you knew weren’t there, or whatever?”

A dark chuckle. Well, says Hastur. I will admit that I tended to leave such places altered, compared to when I went in.

“What did you do?”

Finely honed insanity, says Hastur, as though recounting a garden he’d grown.

Tim gapes at nothing. “Insanity? Hastur, why would you do that? What'd they do to you?"

Nothing. It was merely amusing at the time.

Maybe Tim is overtired. He should find this beyond horrifying, but instead, it’s just frustrating. “Look, do you even know it was wrong?”

Why would it be wrong? Hastur feels sincere. I am a god. I am no mortal. I am no human. I have graced this world with my presence out of necessity, but I have the right to do as I wish while I'm here.

“No, you don’t,” says Tim, baffled as to how he can possibly get his message across.

I disagree.

“Yeah, obviously, but that doesn’t make you right.”

No? And your twenty-nine years of life tell you this, do they?

Tim has an epiphany. “No, actually. That Kayne guy did.”

It feels like Hastur goes stiff as a board. What?

“If just being bigger than someone gives you the right to do what you want to them, then we’re actually morally wrong for running away from him.” Tim’s proud of that one.

Hastur has no mouth to sputter. He manages to do it, anyway. That is not the same!

“Sure it is. He can, so he should, right?”

I didn’t say should.

“No, but you said you have the right to do it. Well, does he?”

It’s not the same, Hastur insists.

It’s Tim’s turn to be smug, and he leans into it. "I didn't realize you were morally deficient. That's gonna make this rough, Hastur."

I am not deficient. I am morally superior.

"Right. Superior. In being deficient."

Tim...

Tim sighs. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”

I think, Tim, rumbles Hastur in a low and terrible tone, the real question is what I am going to do with you.

Tim goes very still.

And there’s a knock at the storage closet door.

Tim has never been more grateful for an interruption in his life as he leaps off the cot to answer it. “Saved by the… hey, come in!”

It’s Jon.

Jon, who looks like a gray ghost, who holds out a key, a post-it note with a six-digit code, and a torn-out notebook page with addresses scribbled on it. He looks smaller than usual, as if whatever just happened to him has compressed him right down.

“Oh, thanks.” Tim takes them. “Hey—you okay?”

Jon stares at him. “Did you know there are things?” he says.

“So that’s a nope,” says Tim, who has decided to adopt Jon whether Jon knows it or not, and takes his arm to gently lead him in. “Sit down, already, before you pass out?”

“I am not going to pass out,” bristles Jon.

Tim sits him down, anyway, right on the cot.

It squeaks.

Tim checks a box labeled PAPER, finds it sturdy, and plops down onto it. “You okay?” he says again.

“There are… there are fear gods.”

Poor guy. “Apparently so. Might help to talk it out, yeah? Why don’t you start at the beginning? Was it Elias?”

“Oh, gods, yes it was Elias.” Jon puts his face in his hands.

Hastur finds Jon’s distress funny. The chuckle is soft, dark, cruel; it makes Tim angry—and he’s pretty sure this anger is his, not some stupid Desolation’s. Still, he takes a moment to force it down. “Yeah. I did know, little buddy, but only for about… two days? Or so? I’m losing track.”

“Oh,” says Jon.

What the hell had Bouchard done up there? “I’m guessing your boss filled you in.”

Jon looks forlorn. “One of them’s got me already, apparently?”

Accidental priest. “He just went full info-dump, didn’t he?” says Tim, who feels utterly justified in disliking that guy. “I’m sorry. I’m still wrestling with it all myself.”

“He says one of them’s got you, too,” says Jon. “And I am… I’m to go with you as we leave today, and as we gather what is necessary to distract… police? From your trail? Then retreat back to the Institute as quickly as possible.”

TIm blinks slowly. “He’s sending you?”

Jon reddens. “Yes. He says I… he says. I…”

“Hey, it’s okay. Hey. You can tell me whatever. Just verbally process, I don’t care."

Tim, we don’t have time to play therapist.

Tim ignores him. “What happened, Jon?”

“I tried to quit to prove him wrong,” says Jon. “I couldn’t.”

“Okay,” says Tim. “That’s horrible.”

“I wouldn’t have believed him except he knew about Mister Spider,” says Jon.

“Okay,” says Tim. “Do I want to know what that is?”

Jon stares. “Can we go? I… I don’t think I can sit here and think too much about this right now.”

“Sure, all right. We can talk later,” says Tim. “But—no offense—why is he sending you?”

“Oh. Because I saw who was following you this morning.”

Tim blinks. “You did?”

“Three of them. Two looked quite ill, but one just looked… angry. They all made me nervous; I’d assumed you knew, but Elias said you didn’t.”

Remarkable, says Hastur. He truly is in tune with the Beholding.

“I didn’t see them,” says Tim. “I really need the extra set of eyes. I’m a bit of trouble, you know?”

“That’s what he said.” Jon stands (and the cot squeaks). “I’m really not in a place to wield rational arguments at the moment.”

“Right. Well, let’s go, then.” Tim guides him out the door. “What's at these addresses?”

“He didn’t say.” Jon is shaking. His slightly oversized sweater-vest nearly hides it, but he is, and it makes his voice tremble.

Pathetic, says Hastur.

“Do you hate kittens, too?” Tim murmured softly.

“What?” says Jon.

“Nothing.”

Gertrude is glaring at them. “I’m watching you.”

“What?” says Jon very weakly.

“There’s a queue for that,” Tim quips, and hurries Jon out.

“That was odd,” says Jon in a high, spooked voice.

“Yeah?”

“Could’ve sworn she had blood all over her for a moment.”

What? says Hastur. Tim. Tim, I’m going to need you to do a spell.

Tim ignore that. “Don’t suppose Elias told you why I’m in trouble.”

“No. He said that was your purview, should I earn your trust.”

Tim! We need to do a spell. I need to know what’s going on with this annoying little man.

“Earn my trust? Wow. He really is a dickhead, isn’t he?”

Jon sputters. “He’s… I don’t know! He’s just Elias! I’ve barely noticed him in the past three years. Once my interview was done, we’ve hardly interacted!”

Tim!

Hastur’s confidence in Tim’s spellcasting abilities might be high, but Tim does not have that confidence. At any rate, it’ll be difficult talking to Hastur unless Jon knows the score, so…  Why not? “Right,” Tim says, trusting Jon at Elias. “So… the Powers Elias told you about? Something like that jumped out of the book I brought in. It’s in my head right now.”

Jon is taking this very seriously. “Really?”

“Really. Talks all the time. Real awkward.”

Tim, Hastur warns.

Tim deadpans it: “He wants me to cast some kind of spell to check you out.”

Tim!

“Check me out?” blurts Jon, stopping before the final stair. “For what? A new host?”

Hardly. That would not be worth my time, Hastur snaps.

“Naw,” Tim says. “He’s not a swinger. He just wants to see, is all.”

Jon’s eyes seem take up half his face. “What?” he says.

“You know, because he’s in me already?”

This has gone right over Jon’s head. He stares at Tim as though he’s speaking Sanskrit.

Like a sopping wet cat, Tim thinks with growing fondness. “Never mind. Let’s go check out these addresses, yeah?”

He’s an idiot, Hastur declares. Mentally deficient.

Is Hastur jealous? He feels jealous.

“Sure,” says Jon weakly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” says Tim, and pats him on the shoulder.

Hastur growls quietly.

New game, thinks Tim, because how could he not, and follows Jon into the lobby.

[the-eternal-quest-for-balance]

There are 2 people, outworking, out digging, out preforming, the uncovering of the truth more so than any other " journalists "

James O'Keefe and Laura Loomer.

Lara Logan is doing outstanding work as well, however, James and Laura get seriously down and dirty.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Moulin Rouge 2001

[beasiannow]

It’s that time of year when to celebrate its founding, The Temple throws out all restraints, turns all the dials to 11, and performs alterations willy-nilly.

The staff, technicians, and advanced beauticians see who can go the furthest, leaving the clean-up afterward.

This leads to some of the best surprised customers' responses.

Lara Thompson here gives the without a doubt number one response.

Followed by Mia Gallagher and the above statement.

Well it is Bethany Carter, deal with it.

Don't worry, we will get you up to speed and fully Korean ...

... When we have the time.

Then we told Paige Bailey that she was looking at a mirror and the fun started.

It was the look on former Irish red-head Valerie Barlow's face as her stylist induced full Mandarin Chinese as her main language, but leaving enough English for the cutest Singaporean accent that got the top prize.

We left Lisa Mae McLaughlin, local leader of the Daughter’s of the Confederacy, with her original English and South Carolina accent because it was too much fun hearing her say “What are my ladies going say when they see me now?” with her full Southern drawl.

Yes, Kayleigh Farrell it is... Welcome to the Philippines… eventually.

"is this a Joke?" asks Alicia Robinson, not knowing yet that she's asking in Cantonese. So much to learn.

Yes Helena Landry, former for real natural blonde, indeed The Temple's Spring Time Bash is a day of surprises!

[creative-blade99]

(From November last year. I can’t believe it took me this long to post it. Since then some stuff has changed and been added and I am thinking of making a new, more detailed ref sheet.)

I have fallen into the Spider-Verse fandom. Here is my Spider-Sona. XD

Lara P. Robinson (not my real name) is the spider-person of Earth-19037. Her hero name is Pastel-Spider, given to her because of her suit.

A radioactive spider bit her at age 15; since then, she has been the protector of a city in the UK. She is currently 25, and when not doing hero stuff, she works as a part-time barista at a local café.

Her powers consist of wallcrawling, spider sense, web shooting, enhanced strength and speed, and teleportation (which allows her to move to any spot within a few feet of her current position).

Lara joined the Spider-Society after Miguel O'Hara helped her take down a Doc Ock from another dimension. Sometime after joining, she found herself falling for Miguel.

[100-sexiest]

Voting Starts Jan 1st 2024

There's still time to add your suggestions to the vote, to find the top 100 females to goon to. Nominations must be well known, ie people would be aware of Googling this person to goon to etc to make them eligible to goon material. Your friend may be hot etc but no one will be able to goon to her if she can't be found. Other than that, anything else goes. Real or fictional, current era or from past era etc. Maybe later on we'll do a hot friend contest...

Here is a list of all current nominations put forward over the last 24 hours. If want other names to be entered, DM me @100-sexiest and I'll add them. And then come the new year, polls will open to find the most goonable goon fuel possible!

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Current Nominations

Addison Rae

Alena Shishkova

Alexa Bliss

Alexis Ren

Alice Delish

Alla Bruletova

Amara Cordova

Amber Heard

Amelie Zilber

Amouranth

Amy Childs

Amy Schumer

Ana De Armas

Angela White

Anna Kendrick

Anna Nystrom

Anne Hathaway

Anya Taylor-Joy

Anyuta Rai

Ariana Grande

Aspen Mansfield

Asuna Yuuki

Aubrey Plaza

Autumn Falls

Ava Max

Avril Lavigne

Bebe Rexha

Bella Hadid

Bella Thorne

Belle Delphine

Bella Poarch

Bhad Bhabie

Billie Faiers

Breckie Hill

Britney Spears

Camilo Cabello

Cara Delvigne

Carmella Rose

Charli D'Amelio

Charli XCX

Charlotte Dawson

Charlotte Lawrence

Charly Jordan

Cherry Crush

Chloe Grace Moretz

Chloe Khan

Chloe Sims

Coconut Kitty

Corinna Kopf

Courtney Stodden

Daisy Keech

Daisy Ridley

Danielle Mason

Demi Rose

Dove Cameron

Elisha Herbert

Elizabeth Olsen

Emily Elizabeth

Emily Feld

Emma Kotos

Emma Roberts

Emma Stone

Emma Watson

Eva Elfie

Faith Seed

Foxy Menagerie

Gigi Hadid

Greta Thunberg

Hailee Steinfeld

Hailey Bieber

Hailey Sigmond

Hannah OwO

Hannah Palmer

Havanna Winter

Holly Hagan

Ichinose Asuna

Iggy Azalea

Ivanka Peach

Ivanka Trump

Jemima Robinson

Jenna Ortega

Jessica Weaver

Jesy Nelson

Jordyn Jones

Julia Burch

Kali Roses

Kate Mara

Kate Moss

Katelyn Elizabeth

Katie Price

Katie Sigmond

Katy Perry

Kelsey Calemine

Kendall Jenner

Kendra Wilkinson

Khloe Kardashian

Kiernan Shipka

Kim Kardashian

Kourtney Kardashian

Kristen Hancher

Kyla Dodds

Kylie Jenner

Lara Croft

Lauren Burch

Lauren Conrad

Lauren Pope

Lea Elui

Lele Pons

Lily Collins

Lily Easton

Lindsay Lohan

Lois Griffin

Lola Bynny

Loren Gray

Lucy Hale

Madi Teeuws

Madison Beer

Maggie Lindemann

Malu Trevejo

Maria Domark

Margot Robbie

Megan Fox

Meika Woollard

Mia Malkova

Miley Cyrus

Millie Mackintosh

Mishka Silva

Molly-Mae Hague

Morgan Harvill

Natalia Fadeev

Nicki Minaj

Nicole Demora

Olivia Dunne

Olivia Ponton

Paige Thorn

Paris Hilton

Piper Rockelle

Pokimane

Polina Malinovskaya

Polly Marchant

Power

Presley Elise

Rachel Brockman

Rachel Cook

Ramona Flowers

Renee Herbert

Rias Gremory

Rihanna

Riley Reid

Roberta Tubbs

Rooney Mara

Rolyat

Rubi Rose

Sabrina Carpenter

Samara Weaving

Sarah Hyland

Sarah Michelle Gellar

Scarlet Johnasson

Selena Gomez

Shakira

Sicily Rose

Skyla Jay Carpenter

Sophie Grace

Summer Glau

Sydney Sweeny

Tammy Hembrow

Taylor Swift

Tila Tequila

Vanessa Hudgens

Veronica Lake

Vicky Pattison

Violet Summers

Whitney Thornqvist

Willow Hand

Yor Forger

Zendaya

Zoe Sugg

Zoey Deutch

[maximiliano-aedo]

What could've been Animaze ..iNC during the 2010s

Talent pool (Note: any voice actor marked with * is union-only):

Steve Blum*

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn*

Crispin Freeman*

Kari Wahlgren*

Johnny Yong Bosch

Yuri Lowenthal*

Dave Wittenberg*

Roger Craig Smith*

Laura Bailey*

Travis Willingham*

Cherami Leigh

J.B. Blanc*

Sam Riegel*

Liam O'Brien*

Amy Kincaid*

Troy Baker*

Matthew Mercer

Joe Romersa*

Fleet Cooper*

Dyanne DiRosario*

Jennifer Love Hewitt*

Brian Hallisay*

Spike Spencer

Amanda Winn Lee*

Jaxon Lee*

Kyle Hebert

Ben Pronsky

Bob Buchholz

Richard Cansino

Murphy Dunne*

Carolyn Hennesy*

Jerry Gelb*

Adam Sholder

Ezra Weisz

Cristina Vee

Bryce Papenbrook

Michael Sorich

Richard Epcar

Ellyn Stern

Tony Oliver

Kirk Thornton

Lexi Ainsworth*

Aria Noelle Curzon

Grace Caroline Currey*

Michael Forest

Erik Davies

Adam Bobrow

Joshua Seth

Junie Hoang*

Kirk Baily*

Tom Fahn

Jonathan Fahn

Dorothy Elias-Fahn

Melissa Fahn

Stephen Apostolina*

René Rivera*

Deborah Sale Butler

Kevin Brief

Michael Gregory*

Riva Spier*

Cassandra Morris

Erica Mendez

Erika Harlacher

Erica Lindbeck

Marieve Herington

Kira Buckland

John Rubinstein*

Kim Matula*

Brittany Lauda

J. Grant Albrecht*

Michael McConnohie

Steve Bulen*

Dan Woren

Derek Stephen Prince

Wendee Lee

Edie Mirman

Jason C. Miller

Taliesin Jaffe*

John Snyder

Robbie Daymond

Ray Chase

Kaiji Tang

David Vincent

Christina Carlisi*

Christopher Corey Smith

Cindy Robinson

Rachel Robinson

Jessica Boone

Lauren Landa

Megan Hollingshead

Jalen K. Cassell

Doug Erholtz

Michelle Ruff

Gregory Cruz*

John Bishop*

Matt Kirkwood*

Lara Jill Miller*

Carol Stanzione

Steve Staley

Dave Mallow

Mona Marshall*

Darrel Guilbeau

Robert Martin Klein

Robert Axelrod

William Frederick Knight

Lex Lang

Sandy Fox

Joey Camen*

Randy McPherson*

Jad Mager

Richard Miro

Milton James

Anthony Pulcini

Douglas Rye

Patrick Seitz

Keith Silverstein

Jamieson Price

Skip Stellrecht*

Stoney Emshwiller*

G.K. Bowes

Alyss Henderson

Patricia Ja Lee

Peggy O'Neal

Carrie Savage

Melodee Spevack

Jennifer Alyx

Julie Ann Taylor

Sherry Lynn

Brad Venable

Christine Marie Cabanos

Greg Chun

LaGloria Scott

Steve Kramer

Melora Harte

Rebecca Forstadt*

Kyle McCarley

Mela Lee

Karen Strassman

Faye Mata

Laura Post

Kayla Carlyle*

Brina Palencia

Connor Gibbs

Brianne Siddall*

Barbara Goodson

Loy Edge

Jay Lerner

Jennie Kwan

Max Mittelman

Jessica Straus*

Alexis Tipton

Fryda Wolff

Michele Specht

J.D. Garfield

Debra Jean Rogers*

Julie Maddalena

Carrie Keranen

Tara Sands

Matthew Hustin

Cody MacKenzie

Bridget Hoffman*

Colleen O'Shaughnessey

Grant George

Jessica Gee

Jeff Nimoy*

Peter Lurie*

Brian Beacock

Paul St. Peter

Chris Jai Alex

Dan Lorge*

Ewan Chung*

Steve Cassling*

Philece Sampler

Stephanie Sheh

Sam Fontana

Ben Diskin

Juliana Donald*

Michael O'Keefe*

Christina Gallegos*

Tara Platt

Keith Anthony*

Beau Billingslea

David Lodge*

Kim Strauss

Eddie Jones*

William Bassett*

Kim Mai Guest*

Caitlin Glass

Hannah Alcorn

Ron Roggé*

Camille Chen*

Ethan Rains*

Yutaka Maseba*

Joe J. Thomas

Michael Sinterniklaas

Erin Fitzgerald

Joe Ochman

Marc Diraison

Xanthe Huynh

Brianna Knickerbocker

Dean Wein*

Michael McCarty*