#nat and eugene

[atomicradiogirl]

guys i’m literally exploding

[anomal-studios]

Especially if the girl power part isn’t properly executed.

But srsly, PLEASE BRING IT BACK-

[plumbbobtoggle]

Household 8/20: the Griffins (main)

Finn Griffin Director of the Brindleton Sea Life Institute (retired), father to Vera, Natalia, Max, Ivan and Margarita, amateur mechanic

Hailey Griffin, née Blinko (by @lesyasun) Finn's wife, devoted mother and grandmother, head of the PTA (retired), former counsellor, toymaker

Natalia Beaudine, née Griffin Finn and Hailey's daughter, ballroom dancer/instructor just back from maternity leave, girly girl

Cole Beaudine (by @moocha-muses) Natalia's husband, firefighter, family man who works too much

Nicholas Beaudine Natalia and Cole's oldest son, can't sit still, into all sorts of science projects

Maria Beaudine Natalia and Cole(?)'s daughter, the peacemaker, Lego castle builder

Eugene Beaudine Natalia and Cole's son, shy baby

Garland Griffin Finn's younger brother, plantsim, renaissance man, slacker, video editor, almost done sowing his wild oats and ready to move out (?)

[willowflowerr]

Having watched Anastasia and Tangled back-to-back, I just think it’s important to be kissed by someone grabbing your face with both hands

[moonfirebrides]

(via Jane Eugene of Loose Ends) by Nat Carter Artography, Remixed by @thehoneyeffect

[fashionseenontvblog]

Chapter 2: One Sweet Day

X Ray Herringbone V Neck Cardigan - $34.99

Matt & Nat Elon Vegan Briefcase in Dwell

[herpsandbirds]

Rivoli's Hummingbird (Eugenes fulgens), male, family Trochilidae, order Apodiformes, Chiapas, Mexico

photograph by Rafael Garcia Nat Pic

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

This book is bad & Victoria Aveyard should feel bad about it

it's 2 novels trimmed down & smashed together into one book & I don't know any of these characters & why is Evangeline a cunt to Mare for no fucking reason? Evangeline, girl, you won. You are not competing with Mare, you're gonna be queen (Maven & his mom's fuckshit not withstanding)

ALSO having The Wise Mentor say "anyone can betray anyone" is not foreshadowing for the Maven/Queen Elara 11th hour manipulation reveal. MISS MA'AM YOU ARE NOT GRRM, YOU ARE NOT WEAVING A WEB YOU'RE JUST THROWING SHIT ONTO THE PAGE

This book is so stupid. It's so stupid. Why is every fantasy book series post-GOT unironically about eugenics????????

@selfproclaimedunicorn just got done telling me the whole plot of Red Queen by Victoria whatever the last name is.

2010s dystopian YA really dove headfirst into eugenics once GoT started airing, didn't i? Like, I'm sitting here just

that's not even to say it misses the point of GRRMs criticism of how the targ blood supremacy is bullshit and is propaganda and also like, leads to the downfall of your blood line because we're also commenting on bullshit divine rights of kings

But no seriously. I'm sitting here listening to Misa and going 'Wow, we're just not even disguising the blood supremacy belief'.

And also:

as well as apparently fourth wing lifted the whole rebel plotline from Red Queen like those are 1:1 wow.

[atomicradiogirl]

i love the pacific cause no matter what kind of day i’m having eugene sledge is always having a worse one

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You were over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be the first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his neck. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, ain’t no time like the present, right?” He insisted yanking you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squaring up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That guy could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger started to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack your jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his earlobe gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let’s get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

~~~~~~~

You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. You kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of the bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like smile appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You’re asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head then sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you scream my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of you breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

~~~~~~~

[strangequarked]

cloudward ho episode 6

how did we go from murder mystery to upbeat music playing while they burn the place to the ground???!?!?!?!

I need the navigator norwich love story pleaseeeeee. or maybe i just write crackfic idk

HOT EXITTTTTTTTTTTTT

or not so hot lol

pappy shot the fuck out of a cricket...

the crickets can JUMP OUT OF THEIR OWN SKIN???!??

that was one of the conversations of all time

so is Zood closer to the center of the galaxy or is it weird bullshit lol (probably weird magic bullshit)

aioli cereal....... no thank you

Wealwell got tied to the mast lmao

I was so ready for the Legio Rex but then instead its a carnivorous giraffe???

walking snake????

something strange is ahoof :)

the animals switched with each other??

ah, so everything in the jungle is the zood switcheroo

"we got sent to Zood while on a booze cruise"

damnit Maxwell

she was the driver of the booze cruise

given the carnivorous giraffe slowly having its eyes move and the first Legio Rex we meet being human-sized, does the zood switcheroo cause the new bodies to slowly change into the inhabitants' previous forms?

Ally out here with the nat 20s

pls help us with ur thumbs uwu

how are you so hung up on your previous glory

dude, there is civilization here you imperialist jackasses. maybe not in this general vicinity but in Zood, certainly

is this a fascism metaphor? sure seems like a fascism metaphor

sauced velociraptors

BOOZE DINOSAUR CROOZE

he told us not to do eugenics and we ate him

thinking of celeste timing things

and also this is giving some sort of computer, cooling and all

800 RAPTORS????

love how the "ancient runes" are just boring instructions

ANCIENT KEURIG MACHINE???

holy shit this battleground is so coooooollllllllllll

i forgot the mech suit has a top hat but its great

damn is the whole place full of the zood switcheroo mushroom... is this some sort of grow room

wow this place is so mundane apparently, does feel like it being a "temple" was people projecting their own vague understanding.

yeah this sure is a power station and maybe also a relay or something

laser puzzle!

ally just getting 2 not super critical but useful Nat 20s lol

uses Flash of Genius to yell "PULL IT MORE" lmao

"that's a 7" wild west music starts

oh so accidental grow room

hmmm, moon powered arm

emotionally difficult terrain :3

roll for drunkenness!

that was a mean cliffhanger :(

[loudrats]

Loud Rats Book Club 2023

This year the rats became literate!

We suggested a number of books each month and then voted on one to read (somehow Fish managed to read all 12 of them… wild!). The ones in red are the winners, but there are some other really good books in there.

Hopefully you can find your next favourite read below! :)

January

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

The Butchering Art by Lindsay Fitzharris

Earthlings by Sayaka Murata

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller

The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Tolstoy

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

Pirates and Prejudice by Kara Louise

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

February

Adua by Igiaba Scego

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K Le Guin

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

The Passion by Jeanette Winterson

Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey

March

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

The Humans by Matt Haig

Cane by Jean Toomer

Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin (#1 Broken Earth Trilogy)

Young Mungo by Douglas Stewart

April

Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrel

Dubliners by James Joyce

The Tiger's Wife by Téa Obreht

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake

May

Mary: An Awakening of Terror by Nat Cassidy

No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Where You Come From by Saša Stanišić

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Gwen and Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher

June

Death in Her Hands by Ottessa Moshfegh

Our Hideous Progeny by C. E. McGill

Swimming in the dark by Tomasz Jędrowski

Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 17 by Jeff Kinney

Zami: A New Spelling of my Name by Audre Lorde

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

July

Kid Youtuber 9: Everything is Fine by Marcus Emerson, Noah Child

Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella

Hit Parade Of Tears by Izumi Suzuki

When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back: Carl's Book by Naja Marie Aidt

Pandora's Jar by Natalie Haynes

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

Mapping the Interior by Stephan Graham Jones

August

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Small Game by Blair Braverman

Free: Coming of Age at the End of History by Lea Ypi

September

Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood

The Employees: A workplace novel of the 22nd century by Olga Ravn

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

October

Linghun by Ai Jiang

Eyes Guts Throat Bones by Moira Fowley-Doyle

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers

The Half Life of Valery K by Natasha Pulley

Catch the Rabbit by Lana Bastašić

Kindred by Octavia Butler

November

Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Life For Sale by Yukio Mishima

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Liberation Day by George Saunders

Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter

Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

December

Arsène Lupin versus Herlock Sholmes by Maurice Leblanc

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Minor Detail by Adania Shibli

Prophet Song by Paul Lynch

Migrations by Charlotte McConaghy

[sunlitsorrows]

since i’m apparently allergic to writing realism/slice of life i wonder if i should set Eugene and Gabriel’s story in the zombie apocalypse

like yes the CORE of the story is the two sided coin of dealing with a mentally ill loved one and recognizing that there’s a difference between someone being dangerous* and someone being a bad person and how do you balance giving someone the love and acceptance they need—and deserve—with keeping yourself safe

but i feel like there’s a potentially thematic tie in to how people react to zombies. How do you know they’re dead? How do you know there’s nothing of the person left/trapped in there somewhere? If you do choose to kill them, even if it’s to protect yourself, how does that make you feel?

(oh look! it’s lark’s fixation on the ways people rationalize dehumanizing each other! again! breaking news! no one surprised!)

But also the potential hilarity, given Eugene’s social group.

Nat: you want us to shelter in an asylum for the criminally insane?

Eugene: it’s not—it’s a high support care facility—

Lawrence: it’s a high security care facility.

Nat: full of violent people—

Eugene: they are not—

Gabriel: I am!

Eugene: please shut up you are not helping

Gabriel: I’m not trying to help. It’s a stupid decision and I’m going to make you regret it.

.

*being mentally ill doesn’t make someone dangerous. and even if someone does have a mental illness with symptoms that do, in their specific case, make them dangerous, that doesn’t make them a bad person. this is a hill i will probably literally die on.

[ofmdrecaps]

08/16 - 17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Taika Waititi's Birthday!; David Jenkins; GalaxyCon San Jose: Vico, Con, Nathan, Kristian; David Fane; Samba Schutte; Madeleine Sami; Nat Torres; Erroll Shand; Cohen Holloway; Love Notes;

== Taika Waititi ==

Okay so I'm drastically late because yet again my life has become nutzoid, but Happy VERY belated birthday to the main man Taika Waititi! His birthday was August 16th, and he spent it with lots of friends and loved ones <3

Lots of videos! I couldn't include them all here, so you can see them all in one place on the Repo.

Sources: VasJMorgan's / Rita Ora's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

David shared a tattoo that one of our crewmates shared his way!

Source: David Jenkins Instagram Stories

== GalaxyCon San Jose: Vico, Con, Kristian, and Nathan ==

Since there was so much footage, I'm going to try and break this up into two parts so I can fit in some other news!

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew were kind enough to live tweet the panel, here's those tweets below:

As you can see there was some clowning going on as well! Next up is fan shots shared on GalaxyCon San Jose or the cast member's instagrams! I'll try to get the original photo links in but if not I apologize! Let me know if I need to update them!

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And Nathan was out with Con on his birthday!

Source: Galaxy Con San Jose's Instagram / Nathan/Con/Kristian/Vico's Instagrams

== David Fane ==

It's been a busy week for David! So glad to see him smiling!

Source: David Fane's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba met up with his first drama teacher and sent a lovely message!

My very first drama teacher, the man who gave me the confidence to give my dream a shot, who helped me believe that I have something to offer as an artist. I owe him a lot, the ground that helped my seeds grow into a garden, and an amazing human and humanitarian to boot. So lovely to see you again, my dear Eugene van Erven. Check out his books! 23 years and going❤️✨🙏🏾

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Erroll Shand ==

Erroll is on Episode 5 of The Clearing, playing Henrik! You can check it out on DisneyPlus in Australia-- I tried looking for it on Disney Plus US but no luck. If you know of a better way to watch please let me know!

Source: Erroll Shand's Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our fantastic writers, Nat Torres posted some quick pics for the end of summer. I had to get their dogs in there because of reasons.

Source: Natalie Torres' Instagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Mads and her Co-star of Double Parked, Antonia Prebble talking life <3

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== Cohen Holloway ==

Pop Pop pops up so irregularly, so I had to share him being mentioned in this post by Costume Designer: Lissy Turner, tagged for a BTS picture of the film Lowdown Dirty Criminals.

Source: Cohen Holloway's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Okay Lovelies, apologies, gonna need to have the fan spotlights in the next post because there was just so much going on with the Cast and Crew these past few days! There's still more to show, and I'll work on getting tonight's recap up as well here in a little bit. I truly hope you're being kind to yourself this weekend lovelies. It's been so busy lately, and I know sometimes life like to pop up and kick us in the tush and make things harder -- so remember that you're doing the best you can with what you have. There's enough shame in this world, try to remember not to add to it for yourself, because you deserve grace, especially when things continue to be tough. Sending so much love crew.

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[tuppencetrinkets]

Sorted caps from The Walking Dead seasons 10 & 11, Walking Dead: Dead City S1, Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon S1 and Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live. You can also find sorted caps from TWD S 1, 2, 4, 5 and 7 here.

Aaron - Ross Marquand - 10,000

Alden - Callan McAuliffe - 2,000

Alpha - Samantha Morton - 4,000

Beale - Terry O'Quinn - 1,500

Carol - Melissa McBride - 16,000

Connie - Lauren Ridloff - 4,000

Daryl - Norman Reedus - 25,000

Elijah - Okea Eme-Akwari - 1,500

Eugene - Josh McDermitt - 14,000

Ezekiel - Khary Payton - 7,000

Gabriel - Seth Gilliam - 5,000

Hershel - Logan Kim - 1,000

Isabelle - Aerli Austen - 10,000

Jadis - Pollyanna McIntosh - 4,000

Jerry - Cooper Andrews - 3,000

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Judith - Assorted - 8,000

Kelly - Angel Theory - 3,500

Lance - Josh Hamilton - 8,000

Laurent - Louis Puech Scigliuzzi - 5,000

Leah - Lynn Collins - 3,500

Lydia - Cassady McClincy - 6,000

Maggie - Lauren Cohan - 21,000

Magna - Nadia Hiker - 3,000

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Michael - Michael James Shaw - 2,500

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Nat - Matthew August Jeffers - 2,000

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Rosita - Christian Serratos - 10,000

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“Black women’s contribution to the [Share Croppers’ Union (SCU)] rarely appeared in the pages of the Party press, in part because their strong presence countered an essentially male-centered version of radicalism generated by Communist writers and national leaders, most of whom had never worked in the South. Indeed, the Party’s advocacy of black self-determination conjured up masculine historical figures such as Toussaint L’Ouverture, Frederick Douglass, and Nat Turner, and writers like Eugene Gordon and V.J. Jerome portrayed the movement as a struggle for manhood. Armed resistance, in particular, was deemed a masculine activity. When the central black character, a young Southern-born Communist, in Grace Lumpkin’s novel A Sign for Cain observed ‘shot guns stacked in the corner of the cabin,’ he assured his comrades, ‘we ain’t dealing with cowards, but men.’ For nearly all writers in Communist circles—black and white, male and female—the martyred Ralph Gray assumed the symbol of black manhood in the South. Radical poet Ruby Weems published a moving account of ‘The Murder of Ralph Gray,’ the final stanza closing the episode with a great climactic vision:

His muscles swelling into a mighty challenge, Mount into a vision of a million clenched fists. He wears his death like a joyous banner of solidarity, A sceptre of militant Negro manhood. He lies still and silent—but under his unmoving form Rise hosts of dark, strong men, The vast army of rebellion!”

from Hammer and Hoe: Alabama Communists During the Great Depression by Robin D.G. Kelley