#rod mitchell

[finalatomicbuster]

Bruno and Rod Mitchell in In and Out (1979) Photography by Target Studios

[an-eternal-state-of-simping]

Maverick: You look pretty

Iceman: What was that?

Maverick: I said you look shitty. Goodnight, Ice!

[westeroswisdom]

Ewan Mitchell (Aemond Targaryen) and Tom Glynn-Carney (Aegon II Targaryen) comment on three clips from the last two episodes of Season 1 of House of the Dragon.

Among other things, they mention costume problems. Ewan said about Elliot Grihault (Lucerys Velaryon), "the wisest kid I've ever met".

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell “Tax Free” Dog Eat Dog, October 30, 1985.

“Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk”

[latinhabpinha]

There's something about closeted, somewhat conservative gay redheaded men that intrigues me.

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1945, in the Philippines campaign during World War II, Lt Fitzgerald was greatly troubled to learn that he had suddenly developed the ability to know who was about to die. ("The Purple Testament", Twilight Zone, TV)

[madhattersez]

Stephanie Nichols 12th Annual Car & Vintage Plane Show (Georgetown, TX)

I love it when cars, uh... cosplay as planes. Hah. It's a rad idea, and the top one here is a Ford Mustang... painted up like a P-51 Mustang plane. That's just cool as hell.

I wish I could remember what kind of plane this was / history it had, but my son was too busy distracting me by laughing at the giant "69."

Sexy and sleek, or a dirty rat rod? Gorgeous, no matter the condition.

UGHHHHHH. I didn't have a Trans-Am, but I did have a car almost identical to this a long ways back. I had a 1979 Firebird that had the same body as this. Built for racing (for better or worse - It literally caught on fire when I raced someone once... but, yes, I did beat him).

It was awesome being in the presence of this cousin of my old ride. All sorts of memories I probably shouldn't mention here...

This plane looked like a '60s rec room.

I also had a 1971 Volkswagen Westfalia bus, which came a few years after this one on the left. I most certainly didn't have anything like this vintage Rolls Royce showstopper on the right.

One of our favorite local planes is from World War II, and it's still flying today - A B-25 Mitchell bomber called the "Devil Dog." What an incredible machine.

Random shots. Oh my good God, this Edsel, though!

There were a few vendors there, including Hot Wheels ones. I had to go home with these, they were all just $3 apiece!

Okay, I saved the best for last. Look at this sexy trike:

Just as legit as they come, including a speaker that plays multiple Mario Kart songs and sound effects, and a blue shell side pack. Godddddddd damn.

[pianotuna]

Characters: Mitchell “Mitch” Brenner and Melanie Daniels

Media: The Birds (1963)

Played by: Rod Taylor and Tippi Hedren

Setting: 1960s, Bodega Bay / San Francisco

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Melanie Daniels is a carefree socialite and chronic practical joker, and her nonchalant attitude towards life has landed her in legal court and in nationwide newspapers in the past.

Mitch Brenner is a charming lawyer who disapproves of Melanie’s antics in court but struggles to balance his own troubles with his overbearing mother Lydia, who chases away the women in Mitch’s life.

Melanie and Mitch meet by chance in a San Francisco bird shop, where Melanie tries to trick Mitch into thinking she is an employee but finds herself pranked by him in turn. Fascinated by each other, they meet again in his hometown of Bodega Bay, where Melanie meets Mitch’s younger sister Cathy, his old flame Annie, and Lydia, who immediately dislikes her. However, Mitch and Melanie’s blossoming relationship is threatened by a mysterious string of bird attacks, which worsen the longer Melanie stays in Bodega Bay. With seagulls, crows, and sparrows attacking every person in sight, Mitch and Melanie are forced to work together to protect themselves and the people they love from certain death.

[onceuponatimeinthe70s]

Wide Eyed & Legless

Paul Fitzpatrick: London I was out on an early morning dog walk recently, my music was on random shuffle and a song I hadn’t heard in ages, Andy Fairweather Low’s “Wide Eyed and Legless” started playing. Released in 1975, it’s a track I was always fond of, perfect 70s pop, melodic with a catchy chorus, well written, well produced and well played by the ex-Amen Corner frontman accompanied on…

[mattachineparty]

[driftsart]

Idk if u were ever asked but what’s ur inspo for ur au? Like ideas n stuff!

Here's a list of some of the characters in my au and some of the things they were inspired from:

Megatron- Ballister (from Nimona)

Optimus- Some depressed middle aged guy idk lmao

Sentinel Prime- Erm... Several events/leaders in history

Hot Rod- Ghost Spider, Nimona, Mai (next gen)

Starscream- Revali (botw)

Soundwave- Sooga (aoc)

Shockwave- That one scientist from next gen (I forgot his name 🗿)

Rumble- Ferb, Harold (captain underpants)

Frenzy- Phineas, George (captain underpants)

Ultra Magnus- Katie's dad (Mitchells vs machines)

Jazz- Donkey (shrek),that one cop from monster house

Terminus- 2 (9)

Most of my au's story is inspired by events in history, as well as characters from movies and stuff like that. I'm happy to hear what these or some of the other characters remind you of lmao ;)

[digitaldiary000]

music artists with your moon sign

your moon sign is your deepest emotional self which is why we tend to relate to music made by artists with our moon sign <3

aries moon: rihanna, sufjan stevens, whitney houston, selena gomez, melanie martinez, janet jackson, tupac, stevie wonder, ross lynch (the driver era)

taurus moon: childish gambino, jim morrison, mick jagger, elton john, dominic fike, steve lacy, kevin parker (tame impala)

gemini moon: florence welch, billy corgan (smashing pumpkins), billy idol, lykke li, art garfunkel, beabadoobee, joji

cancer moon: clairo, kurt cobain, taylor swift, jimi hendrix, aretha franklin, mac demarco, van morrison, paul simon, courtney love (hole)

leo moon: david bowie, lana del rey, marina diamandis, hayley williams, paul mccartney, sza

virgo moon: dolly parton, madonna, al green, fiona apple, lorde, tyler joseph, pete doherty, troye sivan, hope sandoval (mazzy star), dylan minette (wallows)

libra moon: ariana grande, harry styles, bruce springsteen, vanilla ice, missy elliot, sinéad o'connor (the cranberries), olivia rodrigo

scorpio moon: the weeknd, beyoncé, avril lavigne, alex turner (arctic monkeys), johnny cash, tyler the creator, snoop dogg, morrissey (the smiths)

sagittarius moon: adele, lenny kravitz, etta james, dave grohl, mozart, travis scott, hayley kiyoko, rod stewart, carole king, hozier

capricorn moon: frank ocean, freddie mercury (queen), amy winehouse, stevie nicks, billie holiday, jesse rutherford (the neighbourhood), phoebe bridgers, mitski

aquarius moon: billie eilish, joan jett, eminem, john lennon, tom petty, jeff buckley, neil young, linda rondstadt, girl in red, kate bush

pisces moon: michael jackson, prince, elvis presley, frank sinatra, ricky martin, kanye west, robert plant (led zeppelin), joni mitchell

[pancrasefighter69]

I'm posting this fight photo as a shout out to 🇬🇧 British fighter and wrestler, Sooty98. The fighters in the photo are actually Russian, but the style of the fight is exactly what Scott (Sooty98) and me (Greg) are into: bare chests, skin-tight jeans, and taped or bare fists. No damn gloves for us. Minimal rules and limits, just man to man brawling until knockout or until one fighter cannot continue.

It's amazing when two fighters cross paths, and especially when both fighters are into the same aggressive fighting, fight gear, rules/limits, and the potential for stakes as an added incentive on the fight. Scott is an accomplished boxer, wrestler, bare knuckles fistfighter, and street fighter. He has amazing fights and grappling stories of his battles in Europe against tough muscular fighters and wrestlers, including Andre. David, Jake, Kes, Kris, Matt, Mitchell, Rod, Tim, and Zack. I urge you to read those arousing summaries of his fights and wrestling matches if you're turned on by combat sports.

Scott contacted me a few months ago, and it was clear from that first email message that he and I are on the same page and want the same aggressive muscle on muscle fight scene. A quick check of the height and weight stats showed us to be within 2 inches and a few pounds of each other, which makes for a fair and legitimate fight. No mismatched squash job here, as both fighters will have to earn that win through brutal force and superior fighting skills.

Scott and I spend a lot of time in the gym with intense workouts. I think Scott is really a muscular bodybuilder who enjoys fighting and wrestling. I was raised as a street fighter and wrestler who later got into weightlifting and bodybuilding only to make myself stronger and tougher. Either way, Scott and Greg seem to be on a collision course for one hell of a fight.

Scott is a super-aggressive fighter who gets off on beating the fuck out of his opponents. I guess that is why I found myself immediately attracted to him as a potential fight opponent. There's a huge satisfaction and gratification that comes from fighting. It's one huge erotic turn on if, like me, you experience Agonophilia from a fight. Strange word that I only recently came across: Agonophilia. It's that homoerotic turn on when your cock is rock hard from the fight, or even from fight gear. I've always been aroused by fighting and wrestling, so I now know that there's a name for this primal excitement.

If you haven't already read some of the fights at Sooty98, then I urge you to check out the real-time stories and photos he has there. One of these days, he will have posted the summary of our Scott versus Greg epic fistfight. Unfortunately, Scott is 🇬🇧 and I'm 🇺🇸 so this fight will be an Intercontinental Championship. I'm sure it will be one hell of a fistfight, but that's exactly what we both want and need.

Check out Sooty98.

[westeroswisdom]

Aemond should have taken some dragon treats along on his visit to Storm's End.

Looking forward to the first scene in HotD S2 featuring Aemond.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Sweet Home Alabama

Chapter Fifteen of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: After everything is said and done, Linley finds herself back on the beach. Their beach. The beach where she was struck with lightning at ten years old. The beach where Jake asked her to marry him. The beach where Jake is, in the middle of the heavy rain, pounding lightning rods into the sand. This is her last chance to win him back. He's always been the love of her life, Linley's just not sure if she's still the love of his. What happens on that beach could change everything.

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: This chapter takes place in the middle of a lightning storm. That's it! Oh - and our couple finally have an amorous moment in Jake's truck.

Word Count: 3324

A/N: The final chapter, y'all! I can't believe it. We're finally at the end of Jake and Linley's story. It's been a long road, and a part of me can't believe we're at the end. I want to take this time to thank everyone who has been reading this story, again. I can't say it enough, how thrilled and genuinely shocked I've been with the amount of love and support you've shown me!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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It’s dark, and you can barely see out of the windshield as you drive slowly down winding single-lane country roads. You’re keeping your eyes peeled for Jake’s terrible orange truck, and in truth, you nearly run into it as you drive past the beach. When you get out of the car, the rain whips into your face, and each step makes your feet sink into the scrub grass and loosely packed sand. You’re still wearing your dumb white heels, thankful at least that you don’t have a sodden veil to contend with as the wind tugs your hair from your updo and melts your makeup. You yank the heels off and walk onto the beach, where everything seems to start and end for you and Jake Seresin.

Flashes of lightning trail across the sky as you pick your way through the sand, your heels in one hand, your long train in the other. Jake’s pounding rods of some kind of metal into the sodden soil, water trailing in rivulets across his head and soaking into the heavy jacket he’s wearing. He doesn’t seem to mind it, either, if his single minded focus as he finishes his tasks are any indication. You stand there for several moments, taking in the lean lines of his muscles as his clothes cling to him. 

“Hey, cowboy.” Your voice is nearly too soft over the raindrops meeting the river. “Hey, cowboy!”

This time, he hears you, and when he turns around, he looks at you like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“You owe me a dance!” There’s a coy smile on your face as you stand there in your designer wedding dress quickly growing transparent in the rain. It doesn’t escape you, the heat in his eyes as he scans over your form.

“Well, Linley.” His voice is a near purr. “That’s an awfully nice dress. Where’s your husband?”

“I’m looking at him! Apparently, you and I are still hitched.” When those words finally reach him, Jake looks dumbfounded.

“Is that right?” He tugs the heavy gloves on his hands off wiith shaking fingers. “I could’ve sworn I signed a pair of papers the way a pretty little thing begged me too. If she wanted to stay married to me, how come she didn’t tell me?”

This is a game you’ve been playing with Jake Seresin your whole life. The first person to capitulate to a question loses and wins the prize of their choosing. There’s a smile growing on your face as you ask, “Why didn’t you tell me you came to New York?”

Something like a chuckle spills out of his mouth. Jake runs his hands through his sodden hair, sluicing water ineffectually away.

“I - I needed to make something of myself.” You nod consideringly, though your heart breaks just a little at the thought that Jake felt like he needed to make something of himself to win you back. His fortunes or lack thereof never bothered you. All you’ve ever needed was to know he loves you.

“Well, are you about done?” There’s shock in his face as he stomps past you.

“What is it with all of you Southern girls?” You nearly have to gallop to keep up with the way his long limbs eat up the sand.

“You can't make the right decisions ‘til you tried all the wrong ones?” Your dress is plastered to your skin as you try to grasp one of his swinging hands.

“At least I fight for what I want, which is more than I can say about you!” These words, more than anything, are what stops him in his tracks.

“Well, what do you want, Linley?” When you fail to respond, he spits out, “I don’t even think you know!”

“I-I do know.” You take his hand in yours. It’s warm and big, slightly rough and calloused but so gentle as it wraps around your chilled palm. “I think I always have. I was just deluding myself because I wasn’t sure how much I deserved what I wanted.”

“You were my first kiss, Jake. My first love, my first heartbreak, my first everything. I realized by coming back to Pigeon Creek that I also wanted you to be my last everything.”

“Well did you ever think that maybe we had our chance, seven years ago?” You’re sure your heart is breaking again.

“If that’s what you think, then why are you still here?” You’re swallowing tears as you let go of his hand, your arms curling around your midriff at the thought. “Have it your way, you stubborn idiot!”

You turn around, not caring that in your hold, your heels are rubbing up against your dress and leaving marks on the white fabric. Maybe there really is no hope. You’re dragging your heels as you walk away, feeling cold and lonely. Maybe you should drive to New York. Your dad can just ship your things to you or maybe Bradley will as a last favor to you? Anything would probably be easier than facing your family and friends back in the covered tent at Floyd Plantation without Jake by your side.

“Whatcha want to be married to me for, anyhow?” You’re sure you must be dreaming. There’s no way he’s asking you that question. When you turn around you’re reminded of the last time you were on this stretch of riverbank when you were ten years old. The last time one of you asked the other this question, you were both struck by lightning. 

But this time, you’re sure it’ll be different as you stride forward and cup his face in your cold hands. “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” His smile is fond as you finally kiss your husband. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon and like home. It’s a soft press of lips against lips, filling you with warmth as his arms curl around your waist and yours wrap around the back of his neck.

“Now, Linley,” He’s absolutely growling the words into your ear in a way that never fails to make you weak at the knees. You’d say your panties were wet, but honestly at this point everything is. “Wouldn’t you say it’s about time we had ourselves a nice reunion?”

You’re blushing, giggling and stumbling as Jake leads you up to his truck. But just when you expect him to help you into the cab, he kisses you again. This time the kisses are hot and claiming, each slow press of his lips against your pulse, neck and decolletage sinking into your veins and giving you a buzz like the whiskey your husband is so fond of. A part of your brain can’t comprehend that you’re actually here with Jake, kissing in a cool summer rain. It’s obvious he feels the same way you do, if the reverence in his gaze as he stares down at you is any indication.

“C’mon, baby doll.” He pulls open one of the back doors and helps you in, uncaring at the way your dress smears rainwater over the leather seats. Your teeth chatter a little as your bare skin makes contact with the leather, the sensation unpleasant as you slide away. When Jake slides in after you, carefully pushing the trail of your dress aside and closes the door, you’re finally left in silence. You still faintly hear the pattering of the heavy rain, and when you turn to Jake, he’s still looking at you with that same disbelieving look.

“What’s going on in that head?” 

You have to ask that question. You fell in love with the thoughtful pout on his lips over a decade ago, and that expression makes you feel even more in love than you were moments earlier. You ruck the dress up and clamber carefully into his lap. His expression doesn’t change until you drag your fingers through the wet strands of his hair.

“I’m thinking, sweetheart, that I must be dreaming. There’s no way this is real.” His voice is hushed as he trails his fingertips down your cheek.

“This isn’t a dream, Jake. This is real life.” You peck the corner of his mouth, smiling into the soft kiss. “This is forever, if you’ll have me, that is.”

“Why, Mrs. Seresin.” His big hands slide under the hem of your dress, cupping your ass as he draws you closer. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were out to seduce me.”

“Maybe I am, Cowboy.” There’s an unrepentant grin on your lips as you move your hips against the bulge in his jeans. “What are you going to do about it?”

“This.” You barely have the chance to catch your breath before Jake drags you into a kiss which steals all thought from your mind. His mouth trails hot across your pulse point, and with one yank, you’re spilling out of the strapless wedding gown. Your nipples are hard and your arms and chest are covered in goosebumps as his tongue drags torturously across your skin. You’re moaning in earnest soon, each hot swipe of his tongue making you ache for him as you grind down onto his lap, the button on his jeans rubbing against your clit. He hums in question at each moan that spills out of your mouth and you have to tug on his hair to get him to pull away. The front of your dress gapes forward, pooling around your waist loosely. He must have undone the back when you were otherwise occupied. 

“C’mere, Lin.” You fall into his chest, letting his arms wrap securely around you, not caring as he musses up your hair as he kisses you again. This time, you push his sodden jacket off and at least succeed in tugging his shirt off. You hum in pleasure at the feeling of his skin against yours and squeal when he lifts you up enough to free himself from his jeans. “This isn’t how I intended to make love to you again, but that’ll have to wait until we’re back home and not soaking wet.”

You groan as he continues, “Or well, at least when I’m not soaking wet.” You gasp in unison with your husband as you sink onto his length. The edges of his zipper digs into the tender soft skin of your inner thighs and his belt and belt buckle are frigid against your skin, but you don’t mind. Your half-remembered flashes from the night of passion you'd shared don’t hold a candle to the passion burning between you and Jake now. With a gentle smile, he maneuvers you up and down on his length. His rough fingers pluck at your nipples and his mouth is spit slicked as it drips pure filth into your ear. You’re so turned on that you can hear your arousal as you ride your husband. In truth, the more you think about Jake as your husband the more turned on you get.

Your thighs shake with effort as the windows fog in the heat between you, and every time you take Jake to the hilt the slide makes your breath catch. It's frenzied and harsh, Jake's hands digging into your skin as he helps you move, the sounds of slapping skin echoing through the small space. It's fast and rough, but it feels so good that you're sure it won't be long at all before you fall apart for your husband. Already you can feel the pressure of your orgasm gathering in your veins, all of your attention focused on the pleasure on Jake’s face and the white-hot hook under your belly button.

When your thighs nearly give out, Jake takes over, pressing his hips up into yours with quick jagged thrusts. His hands are talented and rough as they massage your clit. It’s too much stimulation for your body. Broken sobs and moans spill from your lips as you fall apart for your husband with a scream, muscles quivering as they tremble through the aftershocks. He roars as your muscles constrict around him and he spills deep into your waiting heat. 

“I missed you, Linley Mitchell, so much.” Your muscles feel uncooperative as you kiss Jake again and again, whispering promises into his skin that you're going to keep this time. But you have a reason to keep your promises now, a reason you were too young and stupid to realize you had last time. 

“It's Linley Seresin, Jake. It always should have been.” He kisses you again, this time even sweeter. You're still overstimulated and very needy as Jake carefully pulls away, tugs your panties in place, and helps you do up the back of your gown again. When you look at your face in your reflection, you see fever-bright eyes and the broadest, giddiest grin and unsurprisingly your hair is an absolute mess. He reels you in, still shirtless, until your head is nestled below his chin and his arms are wrapped securely around your body. You shiver as the aftershocks of adrenalin from your stand-off with Carole and your panic over needing to win Jake back fade away. But you don’t let yourself fall asleep. Everytime you feel exhaustion setting in, you kiss Jake. 

There is a possessive look in Jake's eyes which nearly tumbles the two of you into each other again when a rapping at the window rips you apart, well the tapping and Bryant’s plaintive whines from the front seat. The picture you and Jake make when he finally manages to roll down the window must be something. If it were anyone else on the other side of the window, you’d have presumed that a rich girl had run away with a country boy on the day of her wedding and her daddy and her jilted groom had sent the police after them both. It would be an astute assumption, thinking about how bedraggled you are and how Jake seems to refuse to let you up. You’re also uncomfortably aware of his release dripping out of you and onto the gusset of your satin lingerie with every move you make.

But because it’s Sheriff Garcia, you just smile toothily at him and ask, “What seems to be the trouble, officer?”

“I’m here to bring you in, young lady!” You giggle at Mickey’s tone even as Jake grumbles and presses kisses against the ball of your shoulder. 

“What did she do this time, officer?” You nudge him with your elbow, unable to hide your wide smile as he intercepts the motion and pulls you into his arms even more securely.

“Well, the way I hear it, it seems that she ran out on a perfectly good wedding cake.” Mickey’s smiling from ear-to-ear as Jake tugs his shirt on and helps you carefully out of the truck. Mickey’s smile turns into outright laughter at how bedraggled you look as you try to shake out the many, many wet layers of your dress. “Well, Mrs. Seresin, you look like you had some fun with Mr. Seresin tonight.”

Your cheeks are flushed as you smile cheekily back to him. “We’re just making up for lost time, Mickey. I just wish I wasn’t so stupid for seven years.”

“At least you’re not so stupid now.” He grins again, hugging you perfunctorily. “C’mon now, you lovebirds. Allow me to escort you to your wedding reception!”

Jake can’t seem to keeps his hands away from you tonight, and nor do you want him to. There’s music pouring out of the radio, but you’re sure you don’t recognize a single note. All you’re focusing on is Jake sitting there next to you. For the first time in seven years you note how much he’s changed. He’s no longer the boy he once was,which is evident. He’s taller and broader, more finely muscled than the lanky thing he used to be, yet there are small wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and he’s more serious overall. His smile when he turns to you is the same as it always has been, and you see the four year old you became friends with overlaid by the ten-year-old who asked you to marry him and the eighteen year old who told you he loved you the night you got married. You’re not sure if you know this Jake Seresin. What’s more heady, more alluring, is the thought that you want to. You want desperately to understand the man who treated you like broken glass and made love to you like you were the most important thing in his life. You have time, and you smile back at his enquiring look, shaking your head as he quirks an eyebrow at you. You’re not going to waste this second chance.

When the truck slows to a halt and you get out, you’re a little surprised to see you’re in front of The Hard Deck.

“Mama probably moved the party here so we didn’t bother old Colonel Floyd anymore than we had to.” Jake wraps an arm around you as he kisses your temple.

“Now hold on, y’all. Let me just pop in and announce you. Properly, this time.” Mickey’s practically vibrating with joy as he strides in through the bar’s swinging doors.

You’re all set to walk into bar, but when you hear Mickey say, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. and Mr. Jake Seresin!”Jake lifts you up into his arms and strides purposefully through the doors. You enter with a flourish in your husband’s arms to laughter and cheers. The Hard Deck is far from the lavish reception Carole had planned for you and Bradley, but well, you hadn’t married Bradley after all. The only people left in the room are those who you love, who understand who you are because they love Pigeon Creek as much as you do. But what makes you laugh the most is the sight of your cannibalized wedding cake. The bride and groom cake toppers have been gently lifted from the towering confection and replaced with the red and blue soldiers from an old Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots set.

“Well, c’mon then,” Multiple voices cry out. “Speech, speech, speech.”

But instead, all they get is Jake kissing your knuckles and proclaiming to the crowd, “Well, I do believe I owe this lady a dance.” 

Your smile is wide as Jake leads you out towards the dance floor, Bryant underfoot, with all of your friends and family arrayed out along the floor around you. You stand and stare at Jake a little bit, because you still can’t believe you’re actually here with him.

“Before we dance, because I promised we would.” Jake’s voice is quiet and all of your friends and family hush at the sounds of his voice. “I do believe this…” He reaches under his shirt and pulls out a necklace from inside his pocket. Strung on the softly shining metal are rings, yours and his. “Belongs to you.”

You hold you left hand out proudly, letting your husband put your wedding rings back in their place. You return the favor and place Jake’s back on his hand and smile into the kiss he presses to your lips. When you pull away, it’s to cheers and you wrap your arms around his neck in preparation to dance. You grin when you see Penny at the Jukebox.

“Hey, Penny!” Your voice is light as you request. “Make it a slow one!”

Unsurprisingly, the song she picks on the Jukebox is H-4, and you kiss Jake as the tones of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama ring out across the assembled crowd. That’s how the night goes. You dance until you can’t feel your feet, eat cake until you’re stuffed and smile all night long. At times you think you see Fuzz in the room, but you’re sure that’s just a figment of your imagination. If anyone deserves to eat some cake, that cat does.

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[artofwinniethepooh]

Some photos taken of the construction of the Rabbit puppet built by Matt Brooks for The Book of Pooh (2001-2003)

A small departure from what I usually post, but I’ve always been fascinated by the puppetry in the series and it’s fun to get a look behind the scenes!

Along with Brooks, Rabbit was also puppeteered by Noel MacNeal, Paul McGinnis, and sometimes Tyler Bunch in place of Brooks.

Production photos also give some neat insight into the process behind the puppetry and filming. Take this one featuring Rick Lyon assisting with the Tigger puppet for instance!

On his website, Lyon says:

“… a picture of me with Tigger -- I happened to be assisting with his hands that day. Why am I wearing that freaky green outfit? The puppets are performed Bunraku-style (from behind, usually with three puppeteers performing one character), with the puppeteers in green from head to toe in front of a green background, which is keyed out (like a weatherman standing in front of a weather map). The scenery for the show is all computer generated, in real time, such that wherever the camera turns, the computer-generated scenery shifts accordingly.”

He also shares photos of some of the other folks behind the series. Pictured here is Ronald Binion, principal puppeteer behind Eeyore who also designed and built the puppet, and Amanda Maddock, another principal puppeteer who happened to be performing Owl.

“Per-forming Eeyore is really tricky -- he is, after all, the only quadraped in the cast, and that makes it incredibly hard to manipulate his legs without green rods crossing his body and creating problems with the key.”

Pictured amongst a flurry of puppeteer action is creator and executive producer Mitchell Kriegman. Along with having directed many of the episodes, Mitchell is also the creator behind another show featuring puppets, Bear in the Big Blue House.

Ron Binion also shares some photos that offer a glimpse into the filming of Book of Pooh on his website as well, as seen here.