#marion williamson

[slicedmayonnaise]

[san-tsun]

RDR 1 be like HA HA HA YEAHHH!!

I love Bill and Javier so much.

[nizzysam]

[dutchieliciousplans]

GELD HIM 👈

Bill definitely had an obsession over Kieran's Balls 👀

[mysteryonearth52]

Absolute Power: Ground Zero 1 (2024) by Mark Waid, Chip Zdarsky, Nicole Maines, Joshua Williamson, Gleb Melnikov, V Ken Marion & Skylar Patridge

Cover: Dan Mora

[tomb0fash]

Bill doing a lil pose

[evil-dad-evil]

Bill Williamson pride icons + bonus MLM flag

Reblog and credit if you use

[love-cindgar]

Backstage du backstage 😂

Je prends tellement de plaisir ces derniers jours avec tous ces projets, j’espère que vous en prenez aussi. 🫶🏾

[allzelemonz]

Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: “Fuck me.”

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Beginnings of smut, language Warnings: Begging, kissing, neck kissing, grinding, hand jobs, blow job

Abe:

It comes out as a whisper, one you barely register. Abe’s cheeks are pinker than his sunburned nose. Your hands are under his shirt, feeling his soft skin, and your knee is wedged between his legs. He’s hard against you and he’s been grinding desperately. You’ve never outright heard him say those words before but it makes a spark of pleasure go straight to your dick.

“Please…” He gasps as he rubs against your thigh a certain way.

Your hands drop down to unfasten his pants. “Whatever you want, Abe.”

He puts a hand on the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. In the midst of his hungry attention you manage to get his pants down and slip a container of pomade from your pocket.

---

He freezes for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. You can’t stand the strain against your pants anymore and Abe’s been palming you for far too long.

“Abe, come on.” You move his hand from your bulge to the fastenings of your pants. “Fuck me, please.”

His cheeks grow pink but his hands work at the fastenings, his focus turning entirely to getting your pants off. He pulls them down as quickly as he can. You press kisses to his neck as he works on his own pants, your hands urging them down with his.

Bill Williamson:

You smile. “Marion…”

“Shut up.” He mutters against your lips. “J-just do it, will ya?”

You can feel his dick pressing against your own, both of you so sandwiched together that every inch of his front is against yours. The words had slipped from his lips the second you rested your hand on his ass.

“Say it again.”

His face turns red and he buries it in your shoulder.

“You just sounded so sweet, Bill.” You reassure, pressing kisses to his head. “Please.”

“Please, fuck me.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You run your hands over his side for a moment, relishing the words, before you dip them between you to unfasten his pants. Bill gives you the space and hastily tugs them off when you’re done.

---

Bill smiles against your skin, his lips hovering over your stomach. He pauses his worshiping of your body to look up at you as his hands move to your waist. His cheeks are red and his eyes clouded with lust.

“I will, darlin’.” He says, beginning to kiss at your chest now.

“Now, Bill…” You buck up against his hips as he moves up to kiss your neck. “Please fuck me, Bill. I need you.”

He lets his hips drop so you can comfortably grind against them as he cups your cheeks and kisses your lips as gently as he had everywhere else. “Alright, alright. Since yer asking all nice.”

Charles Smith: 

You stop for a moment, your hands loosening on Charles’s hips and your lips pulling away from his neck. “What did you say?”

He shakes his head with an embarrassed smile. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“No, no, Charles.” You run your hands up his sides as you lean in close to his lips. “What did you say?”

He opens his mouth but words don’t come out as his eyes search your face. His breath hitches and his own hands find a place on your hips, pulling your lower halves closer.

“Please fuck me.”

“Was that all?” You smile, pressing your lips to his.

---

He smiles before giving you a slow kiss, his hands tightening on your waist. “You really want that?”

“Please, Charles.”

“Just never thought you’d ask like that.” He mumbles, pressing his lips to yours for a short kiss. “But I’m happy to.”

His hands move to your pants, working at their fastenings, as he dips his head to kiss along your neck.

Colm O’Driscoll:

Colm pulls you down to the bed, holding your shirt as you land on top of him. The words left his mouth in a growl and you’re still processing them when he tugs your pants down and his hand grabs roughly at your hardened dick.

“Fuck me rough, sweetheart.” He says with a tight squeeze that nearly has your vision blurring. “Can ya do that fer me?”

You gaze down at him, a bit of a haze obstructing your view of his face. “Of course, Colm.”

He loosens his grip and your vision gradually returns, his endearing expression becoming clear. You let your hands wander down his slim frame to his pants, tugging them down.

---

Colm’s hand stops, mid pump of your dick as you lay on your back with him sprawled on his side next to you. You can feel his lips stretch into a grin against your collarbone and the low chuckle hits your ears a second later. He squeezes you and his lips press a soft kiss to your throat.

“Say that fer me again, sugar.” He asks with a certain breathlessness to his voice.

You try not to squirm against his firm hand as you gather the words. “Please fuck me, Colm.”

His hand releases your dick and dips between your legs, fingers feeling along the sensitive skin for what you want him to find. “Anything fer my good boy.”

Kieran Duffy:

You smile against his neck and your hands drop down to his pants right away. As you pull away you see Kieran’s pink flushed face and his eyes intently watching your hands as they work.

“Didn’t know you were in a hurry, Kieran.”

The pink turns to red as he watches you finally tug his pants down. “I just need ya… real bad.”

You pull a container of pomade from your pocket and smile at him. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

He watches you open the container with heavy breaths. “Please hurry.”

---

He pulls back from your jaw, where he’d been littering kisses, and looks at you with a reddening face. “Ya want me…”

You kiss his hot cheeks. “I always want you, Kieran.” Slowly you direct his hands to your pant’s fastenings. “Come on, fuck me.”

He hesitates for a moment before his hands work at the fastenings. You distract him with kisses along his beard line but he pulls them down fast and gets a good amount of pomade on his fingers even faster.

Micah Bell:

You tug his hair, making him look at you. “Desperate tonight?”

“Shut up, cowboy.” He groans. “Ain’t got the balls ta fuck me senseless, that it?”

“Oh, senseless…” You grind your knee up against his hard dick. “You wanna be fucked senseless. That changes things.”

He chuckles. “Go on then, sweetheart.”

“You gonna be a good boy, Micah?” You ask, pressing harder against him.

He takes heavy breaths, desperately pushing back against your leg. “Shit, darlin’, I’ll be whatever ya want.”

---

He chuckles lowly, his hands already working to unfasten your pants. “Oh, I like that, darlin’.”

He tugs your pants down as he pulls you in for a kiss. You help him with his own pants, grinding into him all the while.

“Didn’t think you was so needy, cowpoke.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Just wanna feel you, Micah.” You smile, pressing soft kisses to his lips as your hands fish out his dick.

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Ain’t doin’ nothin’ ‘til ya say that again, little nicer this time.”

You trail kisses across his cheek, resting your lips beside his ear. “Fuck me, Micah, please.”

He presses himself firmly against you. “If you insist, cowboy.”

Sean MacGuire: 

You shake your head, holding his hair tightly. “Not yet, Sean.”

“Please, sweetheart.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Ain’t I done enough down ‘ere?”

“It’s been two minutes.”

“Come on, big man, I want ya so bad.” He whines. “I’ll suck ya off tomorrow if ya just fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.”

You fish the tin of pomade out of your pocket and Sean’s face lights up for a moment. You release his hair and toss the tin to him. He catches it with an odd look.

“You wanna get fucked, Sean? Better get yourself ready for me.”

He grins. “Ya wan’ a show, big man? Ol’ MacGuire’ll give ya a show.”

---

He freezes for a moment before a grin settles over his face. “Oh, ya wan’ me, do ya? Wan’ Sean-y ta fill ya up good an’ proper, sweetheart? Ya-”

“Sean, just fuck me.” You sigh, smiling at him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Right, whatever ya want.” He fumbles for the tin of pomade in his pocket. “I’ll fuck ya right, love, ya can be sure a’ that. Might not be walk-”

You tilt your head back as you take a breath. “Sean, love of my life. Shut up, get the pomade, and fuck me.”

“Sorry, love.” He focuses for a second to get the lid off. “Ya just get me goin’ so bad an’ it’s hard ta- I’ll get to it, love.”

[socialfilter]

Red Dead Redemption 2 Characters as ABBA songs

- a 7am thought come to fruition by me, a deluded little guy

Arthur Morgan - The Winner Takes It All

The gods may throw the dice, their minds as cold ice, and someone way down here, loses someone dear.

John Marston - Name of the Game

If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too?

Lenny Summers - Take A Chance on Me

Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie. If you put me to the test, if you let me try.

Susan Grimshaw - Fernando

If I had to do the same again, I would, my friend, Fernando.

Tilly Jackson - So Long

Tracy, Daisy, they might be crazy but I’ll never be your girl.

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Honey Honey

the way that you kiss goodnight, the way that you hold me tight.

Karen Jones - Chiquitita

you’ll be dancing once again, and the pain will end

Sean Maguire - Does Your Mother Know

Now you’re so cute, I like your style, and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile.

Molly O’Shea - SOS

so when you’re near me darling, can’t you hear me? SOS

Dutch Van Der Linde - Angeleyes

and one day you’ll find he wears a disguise. don’t look too deep into those angel eyes.

Hosea Matthews - I Still Have Faith In You

do I have it in me? I believe it is in there.

Marion ‘Bill’ Williamson - Me and I

yes, I am to myself what jekyll must be to hyde

Micah Bell - On and On and On

keep on rockin’ baby till the night is gone

Javier Escuella - The Visitors

Voices growing louder, irritation building, and I’m close to faintin’- crackin’ up!

Charles Smith - When All Is Said And Done

It’s so strange, when you’re down and lying and on the floor. How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more.

Mary Linton - Knowing Me Knowing You

here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Charlotte Balfour - Andante Andante

play me time and time again, make me strong

Jack Marston - I’ve Been Waiting For You

I love you, I adore you, I lay my life before you.

Abigail Roberts - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Sadie Adler - Voulez-Vous

masters of the scene, we’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more

Josiah Trelawny - Eagle

And I dream I’m an eagle, I dream I can spread my wings and fly

Kieran Duffy - Suzy Hang-Around

Nobody wants you around here and that’s for sure. So get off our playground and stay away.

Rains Fall - Slipping Through My Fingers

Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can’t deny.

Eagle Flies - Lay All Your Love On Me

Now everything is new, and all I’ve learned has overturned, I beg of you.

Reverend Swanson - I Have A Dream

I believe in angels, something good in everything I see

Bonus:

Arthur/Mary - My Love, My Life

you are still my love and my life, still my one and and only

Sadie/Abigail - One of Us

one of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed.

Arthur/Charles - Our Last Summer

living for the day, worries far away.

John/Abigail - Super Trouper

The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.

[slicedmayonnaise]

bill x kieran isn't talked about enough.

bill being hopelessly infatuated with kieran but not knowing how to express it and so he ends up scaring kieran off.

i like to think that after a while, they found out they were both in the army and ended up bonding over that. bill finally eased up on kieran w all the teasing and threatening. bill stands next to kieran, drinking a beer as kieran cleans/feeds the horses. he just watches him bc he still doesn't know how to express his feelings for kieran, and kieran doesn't know how to pick up on being hit on so it's just really awkward and torturous for bill. plus he knows kieran likes mary beth.

so bill is left gazing longingly at the pretty horse boy </3

then the inevitable heartbreak when kieran is killed. blaming himself for not being able to protect him.

he definitely visited his grave a couple times and left flowers (not real flowers, but like dendelions that he pulled from the dirt in the road)

[scotianostra]

Marion Gilchrist was born on February 5th 1864 she became the first female graduate of the University of Glasgow and one of the first two women to qualify in medicine from a Scottish university.

Born at Bothwell Park farm, South Lanarkshire to Margaret and William Gilchrist a prosperous tenant farmer, she had four older siblings; three brothers, John, William and Douglas, and one sister, Agnes. Her brother Douglas became was a well known agriculturalist.

Marion’s earlier education was at the local parish church when she was around 7 years old. She met with some challenges where her father and brother Douglas thought it pointless that she studied academic subjects however her brother John encouraged her and she attended the local primary school the Hamilton Academy before entering Glasgow University.

In 1887 she matriculated as an Arts student at Queen Margaret College in Glasgow. She completed her course in 1889 and enrolled along with thirteen other women in the newly opened medical school. She graduated in July 1894, the first woman graduate of the University of Glasgow.

She went into general practice developing an interest in diseases of the eye. The death of her father in 1903 allowed her to set up in practice at 5 Buckingham Terrace where she was to remain for the rest of her life. Financially and professionally independent, she became openly politically active. During 1903 she joined the Glasgow and West of Scotland Association for Women’s Suffrage. She did not take part in militant action, preferring to devote her voluntary energies to medical charities. In 1914 she was appointed assistant surgeon for diseases of the eye at the Victoria Infirmary. She resigned in 1930 as she found it difficult to combine the position with that of ophthalmic surgeon at Redlands Hospital for Women to which she had been appointed in 1927.

She was a prominent member of the British Medical Association and the first woman chairman of the Glasgow division. She had a fierce sense of duty which she expected others to share. When a newly qualified woman doctor was visiting her during the Second World War and the air-raid warning sounded, she told her young colleague that she must return at once to her hospital on the other side of Glasgow even though bombs were falling outside.

Gilchrist was an early motoring enthusiast and her garage and chauffeur’s house were situated in Ashton Lane, in premises which are now Bar Brel.

Marion Gilchrist’s achievements were honoured when her home town of Bothwell named Gilchrist memorial garden in her honour. The University of Glasgow named the Postgraduate Club after her. In 1932, a gift of £1,500 was used to endow a bed at Redlands Women’s hospital for the treatment of eye diseases which was also named in recognition of her.

The Gilchrist Window in the north transept of Bothwell Parish Church in her was created with funds she donated in 1936. The inscription below the window reads, “To the Glory of God. Erected by Marion Gilchrist in memory of her father William Gilchrist and her mother Margaret Williamson, her brothers, John William and Douglas, and her sister Agnes.”

The Marion Gilchrist Prize was established in 1952 from Marion Gilchrist’s bequest and is awarded annually by the University of Glasgow to “the most distinguished woman graduate in Medicine of the year.”

Gilchrist never married. She died at her home on 7th September 1952 aged 88.

[nexionswild]

IN WHICH reader defend bill from micah's mockery.

includes: bill williamsom x reader

content warning: micah is his own warning, but nothong crazy, fluff, bill's real name "marion", no pronouns. [GN]

a/n: bill doesn't get enough appreciation imo.. i mean poor guy everyone bullies him.

word count: 1, 375

You're not the confrontational type.

Like Mary-Beth or Hosea, you like to sit back and relax as you enjoy the songs of the wildlife while reading a nice book about the fantasies of the world or the events of some author's life, and nobody bothered you about it. Aside from drowning yourself in words or games, everyone knew that you know how to handle yourself, perhaps from time to time you had to be the one in distress but it was remotely easy, given the fact that you already got the dirty work done, hence granting the gang members an easy access to get to you. All of that to say that you're not messed with, and despite Micah's barking, do you really care? No, and it infuriates him how boring your reactions were, there was no flavor, no taste. Slowly, his annoying bickering slowly drifted onto Bill, and you've noticed how increasingly loud he's become.

Each times he'd strike a conversation with him, he'd sarcastically reply or straight up mock him while claiming he was just "messing around" when obviously he's desperately pushing all of his buttons to get him riled up and fuming in nothing but pure anger, and fortunately for Micah, he was aiming at a man who's temper is as fragile as a flower. And though Bill knows he shouldn't be easily driven up into madness knowing Micah's intention, he can't help it. He can't just ignore it, why do you think he keeps replying to his mischievous questions? You couldn't help but feel bad for Williamson, all he does is quietly finishing his job then drinking himself to death if not for Micah's teasing, otherwise he'd be playing Dominos or Poker, or make sure he has ammunition and check if his equipment's clean.

Recently, you've been noticing his drinking habits has been progressively worse to the point where he deals with a massive yet agonizing hangover the next morning. You've been trying to help him through it, but being full of himself, he'd often brush it off and claim he'll be fine without bothering you too much. You're a pacifist, and he knows. That's why he doesn't snap at you like he does with others who try to reason with him or smack some sense into that thick brain of his. Today is another day where you sit quietly in your corner as the crackle of the campfire plagues your ears with the laughter and the drunken slurring sentences of the gang. Like usual, you use the light source of the campfire's dancing flames to keep track on what you're reading with a bottle of beer by your side, there's nothing to do around these hours really, so the least you could do is entertain yourself with fancy words and overly detailed description of an item that could be something as simple as a silver spoon.

Usually your mind gets foggy and automatically cancels out noises to focus on your activity, but your concern for Bill has hit a point where you'd willingly stop your reading to look over, then slide your eyes back to the dirty, yellow pages of your novel. "Got yerself a bodyguard, Marion?" Micah's voice spoke up with a harsh tone as he looked over to Bill, who'd been peacefully drinking his whiskey before grunting at the man's new attempt at making his blood boil. You'd relax on your back, watching it unfold to figure out the best moment to put an end to it. Bill stared before taking a deep breath as he was looking in silence. "What's yer deal, Micah? Always pickin' on me for nuthin'... what is it?"

You'd take a sip out of your bottle as you glanced over, switching your gaze to whoever's talking. And soon enough, the conversation slowly built up with tension as Bill's grip on his bottle increased to the point where you could see the cracks forming on the glass as he sneered back. And Micah? He was sickly enjoying it. You could tell by the smile on his face as he seemed to be analyzing Bill's expression while he spat all the possible insults that came up in his head. "I was just playin' around, Marion. Just playin' and yappin' as usual, f'course.. no need to be cryin' bout it, Williamson."

"You little—" Bill got up as he gripped on his holster where his gun hid as a twitch became noticeable on his face, a vein popping out of his neck while his eyes narrowed in fury.

"Micah, you'd be cryin' on your knees if Dutch told you to shut up and walk away. Ya think we ain't seeing ya lickin' his boot like a dog everytime you spoke to him, Mr. Bell?" You'd talk back with nonchalance as you slowly put your bottle down, your brow raising as you tilted your head to the side. It was new, because you never searched for any problems with anyone, and picking a fight with you was quite difficult since you'd quietly brush it off as if whatever they say to you in an effort to get a rise out of you was nothing but a mosquito bite. Micah would stare at you, caught off guard before bursting in malicious laughter. "Have I angered the little slacker? Oh, how wonderful.. my, oh my, how nasty."

"The only nasty thing here is yer mouth runnin' wild. Why don't you put those cocky lips to work and start gettin' it on with Dutch? Since he's so great, and amazing.." you'd quote him. You know damn well how it goes with him and his tendency of pleasing and swaying Dutch by saying the most ridiculous of compliments to gain more affection points from his part, you've been keeping a low profile, yes, but you've been listening to everyone in silence too, it felt like knowing everyone's secret being in your position. Your head cocked to the side as you watched with your bedroom eyes, your lids falling slightly revealing nothing but boredom. You weren't entertained by this, you didn't get the thrill of an argument like Micah. Obviously you weren't as bright as him and he knows. He'd stare for a couple of minutes before laughing, coughs interrupting in as he hummed. "Yer a clown, real funny. Fine.. apologies for touchin' yer prince. Cowpoke." He grunts with a distasteful smile, before eventually walking away. Bill could only watch in dreadful silence before huffing as he groggily sat down on his seat, an exhausted sigh purring out while he messily took a sip from his bottle.

You didn't expect a thank you from his part, and he isn't in the mood to express his pitiful gratitude right now. He'd cough for a while as if to fill the void between the two of you before tilting his head down where his hat would cover half of his face, only revealing his beard and dry lips. His body was burning hot with anger and the alcohol he consumed. "You.. you didn't have to do that, y'know?" He mumbled under his breath, his fingers twitching and fidgeting around his whiskey as he cleared his throat before looking back at you. You'd stare at him in a haze, your brows raising slightly before blinking. "It wasn't for you."

You'd lean on your seat as you spoke. "I was just makin' sure big bad Bill wouldn't be killin' anyone." You said, boring into his eyes as he kept his head slightly low. There was another moment of quiet, but then suddenly you'd hear a choked out laugh, sounding like an overheated kettle as he snorts. You'd chuckle along with him, figuring you've put him at ease for now.

"Fine, I guess you were right for that." He blurted out, looking away for a moment before his eyes dragged back to you. He seemed way more calm and relaxed, it was seeing him that way. Usually he was always grumpy or stayed in his own corner, where he'd be doing nothing but chopping wood or picking a fight with everyone, or even sharpening his knife and prepping his guns.

"Thank you."

He said. You look up, surprised. But a warm smile rushed over. "Sure, you're welcome, Bill."

[dutchieliciousplans]

He's gay, he's gay, he's bi, she's a lesbian and he's gay

The most of the vanderlinde gang are just hiding in one big closet. You can't convince me this is just a LesbianGayBi club going on around the campfire 😌.

[mysteryonearth52]

Absolute Power: Ground Zero 1 (2024) by Mark Waid, Chip Zdarsky, Nicole Maines, Joshua Williamson, Gleb Melnikov, V Ken Marion & Skylar Patridge

Cover: Mikel Janin (variant)

[redemptionbaby]

hi!! you’re one of my favorite fic writers for bill (and every other character too.) would you do some headcanons for him where he’s pining for the reader but mistakenly believes that she would never want him?

Bill Williamson

Bill has never had the most confidence. It’s been that way for years. He’s bald, he’s big, and it seems like he’s always getting told off for messing something up. He’s suffered enough social embarrassments that he doesn’t often make any effort to reach out to others.

Things seem bleakest when it comes to you

You’re pretty. Kind— and not just in that polite, tolerant way where you don’t just talk with him not to be rude. It always seems like you really care about hearing what he says. He can be bristly, and he hates the things that come out of his mouth when he’s in a bad mood and you catch him in it, because no one gives him the time of day like you.

Not to mention….. he can see the competition from every angle. Arthur is a Prince Charming— always doing good deeds. Charles is smart and stoically handsome. Javier can serenade you, and knows how to dress well…. Bill feels hopeless when it comes to charming you. What does he have to give?

He remembers the day someone told you about his name. His real one. Despite how he begged and pleaded for them not to— someone got a little tipsy and loose lipped around you.

And you didn’t laugh even a little. You tilted your head and smiled, praising it for being a nice name you hadn’t seen in a long time. You didn’t have to hold back giggles just to spare his feelings.

And when he thinks of it, he imagines what it would be like to hear you calling his name. He doesn’t hate how it sounds in his mind…. “Marion” coming from your lips.

He’s so caught in his reverie and self pity that he doesn’t even realize you’re practically dying to spend more time with him.

It happens at one of those impromptu parties. Someone happens upon a crate or two of beer on some job or another. And the music gets going as the sun sets, and people dance and forget about everything else.

You sit on a crate with a drink perched next to you, in between dances with the other men of the camp who ask for it. You never refuse anyone when spirits are this high. Bill looks longingly in your direction— afraid someone else will approach you just as he does, and he’ll have to face an indirect rejection from you as you walk into someone else’s arms.

It’s a “Go on, son,” from Hosea that kicks him out of his seat to approach.

Maybe a bit of Arthur saying “Williamson, you fool, she’s waitin’ for you!”

It’s the golden hour. You glow. Your eyes are bright and sparkly. He hopes it isn’t obvious that he’s almost shaking in his boots as he tries to force the words out.

He barely finishes getting through the question when Sean stumbles up and tries to pull you away to dance, giggling, paying no mind at all to Bill. The very thing he feared. He braces himself for you to go off with the Irishman.

“Sorry Sean, Bill beat you to asking me,” you inform him gently, “maybe some other time.”

You take his arm and he feels like he’s floating when you guide him to the open space where everyone is dancing. He’s so nervous and disbelieving that you have to move his hands into place for him before you begin.

You smile and sigh. “I was waiting all night. I thought you were never going to ask….”

He’s smiling, beet red, and for once, no one says a damned thing to mock Bill Williamson as he dances.