#Fred Flintstone and Friends
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the genius who first decided to give some doggy a treat back in the fred flintstone era deserves an ice cold pack of bud light or the equivalent paleolithic beverage for their revolutionary contributions to the field of mans best friend
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A Tarnished Copper Boy (10)
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Last chapter, Steve returned to spring 1985 while Eddie was high and having a good time hanging out with his friend, Randy. Unable to put his finger on it while stoned, Eddie was nevertheless left with the uneasy feeling that he messed up somehow.
Chapter 10: No Outsiders, But One
Jerry Lewis is waxing nostalgic in the background when Eddie wakes on the couch, the thin blanket now folded into his embrace and under his cheek. Wayne stands curled over Eddie in his grey pyjamas, hand gently shaking his shoulder. “Come on, Eds. Time to go to bed.”
Eddie smacks his lips, mouth dry as the Sahara, while whisps of the afternoon come back to him. “Can’t,” Eddie mumbles, stumbling over his words while sleep still grips him. “Steve. Bed.”
“Ah,” Wayne says understandingly, pulling Eddie up by the arm. He pushes him towards his bedroom, already starting to unfold the cushions. “That’s good then, go on. It’s not the first time you’ve shared, and God knows you’ll be doing it again from this point.”
Eddie nods tiredly, that’s right. Steve doesn’t have much choice other than to share and they’d already agreed that it was okay, but a flicker of unease lingers from their uncertain greeting in the afternoon.
Quietly opening the bedroom door, he sees that the room is pitch dark except for a sharp triangle of moonlight that runs across the floor and bottom of the bed. Eddie can’t see Steve’s face. He shuffles to his side of the bed, tempted to stick his arms out and tiredly moan like a zombie from Dawn of the Dead. He doesn't, but it's as Eddie edges under the blanket that he wonders if he's woken him.
“Steve?” He calls softly, but there is no answer. Eddie allows his lids to heavily fall and sleep to take him back once more.
When Eddie wakes again, the morning light is creeping through the window, tentatively banishing the shadows that linger in the corners of his room. He hears the Hamiltons start to get into it and groans, pushing his head into the soft pillow. How can they have the energy first thing in the morning—first thing on a Sunday morning—to fight? Barbarians, the lot of them. The raised voices inexplicably remind him of yesterday and the fact that Steve is back.
He peeks through the hair fallen around his face to see the other side of the bed is empty. Shooting his hand out to touch the mattress he can feel that it’s still warm: yesterday wasn’t a dream. He hadn’t imagined Steve coming back; it’s just that he had left Eddie alone in bed.
A jitter of nervousness crawls up Eddie’s spine and he rolls out from under the covers, determined to make certain that… well, he’s not sure actually. He just knows that his instinct is telling him that something is wrong.
He finds Steve in the kitchen, quietly making breakfast. Wayne’s steady droning buzzes in the background and he looks up while pouring orange juice into a Pizza Hut tumbler; on it is stamped a childish Fred Flintstone in a design reminiscent of a church’s haloed saint, glimmering with a mysterious smile on a stained-glassed window.
Steve’s smile is easy as he greets Eddie, “Hey, I didn’t want to wake you. Want some OJ?”
Eddie takes the proffered drink and perches on the kitchen stool to observe Steve, he fidgets with the glass. Tilting Fred back and forth until the juice threatens to spill wetly onto the turquoise counter. Steve twists the bread bag and ties it with a flourish, “So we’re past winter already? Are we in ‘85?”
Nodding in confirmation, Eddie carefully watches Steve’s easygoing demeanour.
“I wish I had a way of knowing when I land.” He grimaces with a rueful shake of his head before turning as the toaster pops, “At least I know where I am, am I right?”
Steve’s body language and tone are all light, carefree even, but Eddie can’t help but feel there is more underneath the surface. Is Slippery Steve making an appearance again?
Racking his brain though, Eddie can’t think of what Steve might be hiding. Chews his lip at the thought that Eddie may be happy to see Steve, but it could be a different matter for Steve at seeing Eddie again. Perhaps their time after Thanksgiving had been a domestic fever dream.
Steve’s back is to Eddie, the scraping sound telling him that he’s doctoring his toast. “If you’re still here at this time of the morning then I assume it’s the weekend? You up to much? Probably seeing the guys, right.”
“Nah, you’re back. I thought we’d hang out,” Eddie says, feeling wrong-footed but trying to style it out anyway. Figures if he has some more time with Steve then he’ll get to the bottom of the awkward atmosphere that is increasingly thickening between them.
“Look, Eddie…” Steve puts down the knife but doesn’t turn around, head hanging a little between the shoulders facing him. “I get that… I mean, it’s got to be a bit much, having me in your place all the time. And by no means am I trying to kick you out of your own home, because I’m grateful. I really am. But you don’t have to feel like you need to entertain me while I’m also taking over your space.”
Eddie feels like he’s been slapped in the face with a dead fish. “Steve,” he asks, frowning, “Where is this coming from?” Hadn’t they had a good time hanging out during his last visit?
Half the time they had pleasantly whiled away the hours talking about fuck all and the other half companionably coexisting, sharing thoughts on a magazine article or a line in a novel, or just watching repeats of the Brady Bunch while Eddie braided his lengthening hair and Steve whipped up dinner. It had been the best sort of easy.
“Nowhere,” Steve says shortly and Eddie fancies that he can hear the lie even if he can’t see it from his view of the back of Steve’s head.
Steve picks the knife back up, cutting the toast into triangles. “But you can’t even bring your friend around because I’ll be here; you can’t just hang out in your own place because I’m everywhere. So, I don’t want you to feel, like, obligated or anything because you’re saving my ass and letting me stay.”
Eddie cracks his knuckles, thinking. “Do you feel obligated to hang out with me since you’re stuck here?” He asks cautiously.
“What? No!” Steve spins in place, hands flying to grip his hips in clear annoyance. “You know it’s not the same. I’m the one… invading!”
“Maybe,” comes a muffled voice from the burrito on the sofa bed, “I can stay at home and the two of you can go out together today.”
Steve turns a deep ruddy red, eyes flying open and alarm glittering in their depths. He curses before turning and fleeing back into their bedroom. The peanut butter toast lies abandoned across from Eddie.
He looks over at his uncle, the dome of his bald head and the bridge of his nose showing above the covers, eyelids still hooded from sleep. “I’m happy for you that he’s back, Eds. But for Christ’s sake, have this conversation after I’ve had my coffee.” Wayne pauses, instructing Eddie before turning back onto his side, “Put the pot on and make me a coffee.”
Eddie glumly pulls out the ground beans from inside the fridge, measuring the dark granules into the paper filter of their old coffee maker. He watches the steady drip drip drip of the brew filling the glass carafe, running through that bizarre conversation in his mind. Had Eddie not been welcoming enough? Had he not made it clear how much he fucking loves having Steve around?
His eyes flicker over the cramped kitchen space to his slowly moving uncle in his bedroom slash living room. Or perhaps it’s that Steve, unquestionably from the right side of the tracks, is used to living in a house with double doors and open entryways with carefully cultivated lawns. Perhaps he’s finding it difficult to be shacked up in a trailer with little to speak for itself other than a bitching collection of decorative mugs and trucker hats.
Eddie pushes the thought deep down, reminding himself that he’d already begun questioning a lot of his assumptions about preppy King Steve of the present, let alone the genuinely good guy currently in his house.
Eventually, he trails after Steve with two mugs of reconciliation coffee in hand. He pushes open the door with his ass and spies Steve half-turned, shirt raised to his chest and trying to look at his fading injuries in the mirror. Steve had usually changed in the bathroom during his last visit, and Eddie is relieved to see the bruises healed and almost banished.
Their not-quite-a-fight seems to be forgotten as Steve says, “Hey, do you think these need to come out? They’re itching like crazy.” He stops himself from using his nails, but Steve still rubs at the sutured wounds with the meat of his palm, clearly trying to soothe the irritated skin.
Eddie carelessly places the mugs down on the bedside table, all doubts and uncertainties from the kitchen falling away in the face of Steve’s injuries. “I forgot to look it up,” he realises, angry at himself. “How could I forget when I was the one bandaging them?”
“To be fair, Eddie, I took over tending them after the third day,” Steve sensibly points out.
Eddie scowls up at Steve’s face before inspecting the deep pink flesh pushing against the black thread, “And I should have followed up.” He doesn’t know whether the colour around Steve’s wounds is normal. He doesn’t even know when stitches are supposed to come out. Eddie curses himself: he had stupidly assumed they were the dissolving kind.
He grabs the first aid book still resting on the kit and flips through it — he’ll never be able to go back to the library again. But it says nothing about sutures specifically other than to consult a medical professional in the case of significant tearing. He blows out a breath in frustration, his bangs fluttering with the force of it.
“I know we said no outsiders…”
Steve squints at him suspiciously but Eddie powers on, “…but Catherine is a nurse.”
“No,” Steve says instantly, firmly. “What if saying something to her ends up being the event that changes the future? Only you can know, Eddie.”
“Wayne already knows you’re here,” he raises gently. “He wasn’t a part of the original plan either.”
Steve’s jaw gets a stubborn cast to it, arms already folding over his chest. “Why can’t we just cut them out ourselves?”
“You say that like digging into your body with sharp objects on a random Sunday is totally reasonable and normal.”
“Better than stepping on a butterfly!
“Why are you so willing to risk your body, Steve?” Eddie whirls away in frustration, tugging at his hair. The sharp pain does little to clear the roiling emotion starting to rise in him. “I feel like every time I see you you’re hurt or need bandaging and you just shrug it off.”
“Because I have to, Eddie! Sometimes I just need to take the hit and keep moving. If I don’t people could die. The kids could get eaten. Robin could get tortured. And you’ll end up dead! I need to use the only thing I’ve got going for me and that’s my fucking body. So what if I get a little banged up?”
Eddie sucks in a shocked breath, “I die?”
“What?” Confusion runs over Steve’s face, his eyes blanking for a moment before he rapidly blinks like he’s rebooting. “No — I…” Eventually, the light comes back into his expression, and he shakes his head confidently, “No. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but you’ll be okay. But only as long as we keep to the plan. Obviously, Wayne was unavoidable since this is his home, but that’s it.” Steve's tone urges him to understand, but Eddie is unmoved.
“And Catherine is necessary too, Steve.” Eddie shakes off the momentary fear that had gripped him at the misunderstanding that he would die soon, the unwavering honesty in Steve’s voice reassuring. He gestures at his torso. “This is beyond me and a dinky little first aid kit.”
Steve’s eyes slide to the big green case in the corner of the room, “That’s not dinky, Eddie. That’s like a professional set-up.”
“Yeah, but my knowledge only runs so far. Please,” Eddie pleads, afraid that Steve is going to hurt himself further by trying to dig the stitches out himself. “I’ll get her to promise not to say anything. Catherine’s good people. If she says that she’ll keep quiet, then she will.”
Steve softens at Eddie’s distress, face twisting as if Eddie has physically wrangled the concession from him. “Okay.” His arms drop to the sides in defeat. “She has to promise first before she even hears about me.”
“I promise,” Eddie vows but he frowns, still lingering over what Steve had revealed. “If my thing wasn’t true, then…”
Steve drops heavily into the desk chair, head hanging between his shoulders and strands of falling hair not quite masking the devastation on his face. “No, the other things will happen. Have happened with the kids already. They nearly got eaten by dog versions of the demogorgons over Halloween — your last Halloween,” he clarifies.
“And Robin…” Steve draws a hand roughly over his face. “I’m here, before it’s even happened, and I’m going to let her go through all that again. Fuck.” He curses suddenly and viciously, slamming his closed fist hard against his thigh. Eddie winces and rushes forward as Steve moves to hit himself again.
Skidding to his knees in front of him, Eddie positions his elbows on Steve’s legs so he can’t continue to hurt himself and moves his hands up to cradle Steve’s doleful face. He squeezes his eyes shut as if to deny himself from taking any comfort that Eddie would offer.
“Hey, we talked about this. You said it: the big bad is pretty big and fucking bad, and you need to win or it’s end of the world time.” Eddie thinks rapidly and takes a guess with a silent prayer. “What would Robin say if she were here? What would she tell you to do?”
Steve's eyes crack open, a wet snort making its way out of his mouth. “Something like don’t be a dingus and do what’s right. I’ll see you on the bathroom floor.” His nose is red from keeping back the tears shimmering in his gaze and his warm hazel eyes are so, so sad.
“Right,” Eddie says in relief, thankful that his gamble had paid off. “She’s definitely terrifying then.”
“She can be very logical at times,” Steve admits.
They both smile, tentative, delicate things. Eddie strokes his thumb against the silk of Steve’s cheek, not knowing whether it’s better or worse that they’re dry under his touch. Steve’s eyes flicker between his own before his gaze runs more fully over Eddie’s face, pausing for a weighted moment on his mouth. Time freezes and Eddie thinks for a breathless second that Steve is going to kiss him. He can feel the warm wash of his breath over suddenly tingling lips.
But he doesn’t. Instead, Steve closes his eyes and drops the side of his head more fully into Eddie’s right palm, almost nuzzling it in comfort. It makes Eddie’s stomach flutter, watching Steve — so unwilling to seek help for the most part but leaning on Eddie for support in this moment. Putting aside all of his stoicism and bravery to find sanctuary literally in Eddie’s hands.
Eddie can’t help himself and he slowly stretches forward, giving Steve time to back away, and places a gentle kiss against his forehead. Pressing a promise against his skin that Eddie will always be the safe place for Steve to land, the person he can be soft and vulnerable with and take from whatever strength he needs. He hears Steve draw in a ragged breath like he can hear the vow as clearly as a spoken declaration voiced into the quiet air between them.
Holding Steve like a heart in his hand, Eddie nearly brushes another kiss against him, just a simple comfort but pressed to the bridge of his nose this time, over those two little creases that appear more often than Eddie likes.
But he takes his self-control in a stranglehold and pulls away because he knows that once he starts then he won’t want to stop. And Eddie will follow those innocent kisses with an experimental press against Steve’s lips. But Steve doesn’t deserve that: for Eddie to push his desires on him in a moment of openness and trust.
He clears his throat, drawing back to meet Steve’s uncertain gaze. Unable to abstain from offering a last bit of comfort he strokes his thumbs against him once more before bringing his hands down and resting back on his heels.
“You’re doing the best you can in a situation you have very little control over,” Eddie reassures Steve. “Just. Let me help where I can, okay? And that means trusting me to look after you too.”
The lines of Steve’s face eases, those two creases vanishing for the moment, and he smiles, albeit it’s a little wobbly. “That sounds nice actually.”
“Okay,” Eddie says decisively, deliberately brightening his tone, “You wait here. I’m going to go ask Nurse Catherine if she’s willing to see a patient on the down low. It’s Forrest Hills, it can’t be the first time.”
“If she’s anything like your uncle, maybe take her a please-let-me-bug-you-on-a-Sunday-morning mug of coffee.”
Eddie’s grin is lightning fast, “Good idea.”
As it turns out, it’s not the first time and Catherine has a fairly placid reaction to Eddie turning up on her doorstep on a weekend morning asking for secret medical assistance. “You’re lucky my rotation changed recently, or I would have left you a surprise in your van for waking me after a night shift,” she acerbically observes. Her auburn hair is fluffy around her round face and, despite being a head shorter than Eddie, he feels like she is looking down at him from a looming height.
He shuffles his feet as she retreats into her home, reappearing with her own kit in hand and following him back to his trailer. “And why can’t I mention your friend elsewhere?”
Eddie eyes her nervously as he opens the screen door but she only sighs, “I promised that I wouldn’t say anything. All I’m saying is that you better not be getting me involved in anything too illegal.”
Eddie smiles broadly, infusing as much charm into his movements and voice as he can, gesturing for her to enter before him. “Scouts honour, no illegal happenings in this humble abode and we very much appreciate your help.”
She lets out a robust snort before striding ahead of him, still regal as a queen. As they walk in, Eddie realises he hadn’t thought to warn his uncle about the possibility of a visit from Catherine. Otherwise, he probably would have changed out of his pyjamas, a novelty pair that Eddie had gifted him in a tasteful grey cotton with Bugs Bunny chewing on a carrot replicated across the material from shoulders to ankle.
Seeing them, Wayne startles upward and nearly knocks over his second mug of coffee.
“Catherine, what are you doing here?”
Catherine smiles like the cat that caught the canary, eyes trailing over Wayne. “Good morning, Wayne, nice jammies.”
Eddie is delighted to watch his uncle turn a deep crimson, but it’s as he stumbles over how to respond to her unexpected appearance that Eddie takes pity on him. Feeling bad for springing Catherine on him when he hadn’t been expecting it.
He steps in between the charged atmosphere between the two older adults and explains to Wayne, “Steve had some stitches put in a couple of weeks ago, but they weren’t dissolvable like we expected. Catherine’s agreed to do us a solid and help take them out.”
Catherine drags her bright eyes away to contemplate Eddie for a moment before turning back to Wayne with a more serious mien, “Eddie wants me to keep this a secret, is there anything I should be wary of, Wayne?”
Wayne has his blushing under control by this point and shakes his head, “No. Eddie’s Steve is a good boy, he just needs an extra hand at the moment.” It’s Eddie’s turn to blush at Eddie’s Steve, suddenly deciding that he doesn’t want to know what Wayne thinks of their bed-sharing arrangement after all.
“Okay, your word is enough,” Catherine says simply. “Eddie, do you want to show me the patient?”
“Ah, that’s me,” Steve says, standing in the bedroom doorway, his hand running through his hair. “Thank you for this, Eddie and Wayne have a lot of good things to say about you and I appreciate the help.”
“Right,” Catherine says brusquely, though Eddie wonders if that light dusting of pink over her cheeks is at the idea of Wayne talking about her. “Eddie said you have lacerations on both sides? Wayne, move over and let the boy take a seat. I won’t be crouching down while he slouches on the couch.”
Wayne hurriedly moves with a mutter that sounds like I’ll just get cleaned up then. He disappears like a gust of smoke while Steve takes his stool, shamelessly pulling off his shirt in an easy movement that leaves Eddie wondering whether it’s based on the familiarity of a jock regularly disrobing in the lockers or simply from the confidence that comes from looking that good. Despite the slashes of black and the still red pockmarks, his shoulders are broad, arms firmly muscled, and the thick pelt of his chest hair makes Eddie want to bite something. Preferably Steve.
He clears his throat and Eddie looks up to see a smirk spreading across his handsome face, “Does it look that bad?”
“Stevie, you’ve never looked better,” Eddie says honestly. He moves past them to get a drink, mouth suddenly dry. “Catherine, you want a coffee or water while I’m here.”
“No, hon,” she says, bending over to inspect Steve. “You’ve had them in for about three to four weeks?”
“You can tell, huh,” Steve observes wryly.
She hums, “They’re irritated but not infected, and past due to be taken out. It shouldn’t be a problem, but it may hurt a little more than usual; the skin has probably healed onto the sutures more than we’d like.”
“Will that need extra care?” Eddie asks, sipping his water.
Steve smiles slyly, “Show her your first-aid bag, Eddie.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially to Catherine, “It’s a big one.”
Catherine snorts and eyes Steve with renewed interest while Eddie flushes red and flees to his bedroom. Maybe he will show Catherine, respected nurse of Forrest Hills, the preciously built kit that he had put together for ungrateful, injury-prone boys. He walks back into the living room in time to hear Catherine let loose a peal of laughter, Steve’s chuckles following softly behind.
They look over at him, framed in the hallway and holding the bright green bag with its white cross and burst into laughter again. Eddie frowns, “Why do I have the feeling the joke’s on me?”
Catherine snorts, gloved hands efficiently snipping at the thread and tugging them out with her hooked scissors. Steve’s amusement is cut short by an involuntary flex of his stomach and a quiet hiss.
“No, not really. Steve here was just telling me about how you looked after him. And I never realised how much you take after your uncle: he has a caring streak a mile wide too.” Eddie sees that Wayne has settled himself in the armchair in the far corner of the living area, but the newspaper in front of his face isn’t high enough to hide the pleased smile that spreads at the corner of his mouth.
“It sounds like you did a good job, though,” Catherine continues. “Open up your kit, show me what you used and how you went about it.”
Steve’s eyes are squinted a little in pain so Eddie hams it up, telling the heroic story of a medic faced with a wily young soldier dodging and twisting away until Eddie had tied him to a chair and applied his nefarious tools of healing.
“Oh, Eddie, I don’t need to know that much about your private life,” Catherine hums, sending a wink Wayne’s way.
Eddie’s gaze flies to Steve’s, daring to look for his reaction to the suggestion of the two of them engaging in bondage. Rather than the humour that he expects, Steve is staring at Eddie with an intense, burning gaze that starts to draw a similar heat under his own skin. Eddie’s vision becomes tunnelled and, like being drawn to the fire flickering above a candle, he can’t look away from the dark desire curling through Steve’s eyes.
That is until Catherine tugs particularly hard on one stubborn stitch, causing Steve to wince and flinch away. They both look down to see him sluggishly bleeding in some of the areas from the now-removed silk threads. Catherine notes the sudden concern on Eddie’s face, “That looks worse than it is; he’ll be fine once we clean him up.”
She disinfects the area and Eddie can see that the bleeding has already stopped. While she smooths fresh dressings over Steve’s closed wounds, Eddie takes the moment to pack his bag and cool himself down from that odd moment with Steve.
“You did exactly what you should have,” Catherine tells Eddie, “And I’m impressed you remembered the gloves. Though wash your hands before you go touching everything next time and your equipment too. You ever thought about getting into nursing yourself?”
Eddie is a little flummoxed at the idea and says the only thing that’s ever occurred to him in relation to an actual career. “Uh, never. Not sure what I’m going to do in the future, really. Hoping rock star will pan out.”
Catherine straightens, piling the waste from her materials into a small disposable bag. She shoots him a stern look over it. “There’s nothing wrong with dreams, but it’s good to have a sensible back-up.” He sees Wayne nod to himself in the background, the traitor. “How about I lend you some of my old textbooks? You can look up suturing since you have some experience in it now. If you find it interesting, maybe think about giving nursing a shot. Lord knows we could always use more people that care.” She pulls her white plastic gloves off with a snap.
Eddie feels a flattered warmth spread through his chest; no one had ever looked at metalhead, drug-dealing Eddie Munson and said that they thought he’d be good at a profession. Even Wayne—who loves him deeply—has been doubtful about how Eddie can transfer his love for his hobbies and other passions into real-world currency.
A little tendril of hope tugs his mouth into a shy smile, “Yeah, that’d be cool. Thanks.”
Catherine stays for a mug of coffee and Eddie is surprised to watch as Steve joins her on the couch. Along with Wayne, the three of them chat about the everyday goings-on at the hospital and plant.
He snorts when Steve cattily observes that Wayne’s workplace kitchen nemesis is probably going to remain single with a dozen cats if he’s that slovenly at home. Catherine snickers and proceeds to share the atrocious habits of her own coworkers, shattering Eddie’s faith in the purity of those in the medical profession.
Content to be in the middle of some of his most favourite people as they chatter and laugh, Eddie settles cross-legged on the floor. He doesn’t know why it surprised him, to see Steve so social. The guy was formerly the leader of not just one but two sports teams: a role ostensibly requiring a certain amount of people skills.
Steve likes it too, he can see. The easy back and forth of conversation lighting his features. Eddie thinks he could freeze the picture of Steve tipping his head back in laughter and keep it forever, stored in a secret pocket over his heart; a precious image to turn to for when Steve leaves once again.
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curly’s friends staring at curly’s unconscious body after he tried doing a donut w his fred flintstone ass car to impress the hoes (pony)
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— valentines ball mini event starter call under the cut ; dont be shy !! 3 starter cap per mun , pls .
if you want to plot anything for our event thread / if any of these blurbs give you an idea , dm me after requesting the starter ! otherwise i will be writing them random .
**if we have blind dates , i will dm you about plotting and which of us writes the starter , so please don't request those here .
adam newman , 33 yrs — ( 3/3 ) dru , maggie , olenna
adam will be his usual flirty , gossip-y self . coming from the soap opera world , the relationship drama the revolves around valentines day is his wheelhouse , so feel free to unload your tea on his ear at the bar and let him help you form revenge plans . ( date : olenna tyrell )
arnold novak , 28 yrs — ( 2/2 ) jester , shen wei
being on a blind date with a stranger is one of arnold's worst social nightmares , so please distract him with anything you can . a dance , illicit substances , some gossip , or whatever else your heart desires . he will however be very engrossed and excited to view the exhibits and will probably be using them to avoid social interaction . it's canon that he's a BIG fan of butterflies , so catch them there . ( blind date : shen wei )
charlie dalton , 26 yrs — ( 1/3 ) neil
they're having the time of their life . still in denial about the feelings he has for his best friend , so charlie will be running around being a menace . probably trying to break into anything and everything that they shouldn't , and probably carrying around a couple flasks of mysterious liquor . ( "platonic" date : neil perry )
craig manning , 23 yrs — ( 0/2 )
on a date with his boyfriend , but craig can either get involved in some chaos or lend an ear to someone who needs it . he's sober , so can take care of anyone who's been a bit .. less than sober . you may find him around the insect exhibits ? fell like he'd think bugs are interesting . ( date : j.t. yorke )
eli joseph stock , 22 yrs — ( 1/2 ) auden
on a date with their partner , but will be quietly strolling through the exhibits as well . probably spending most of their time in ocean hall . they're from a beach town , so feels like home . a bit skeptical of valentines and pda in general , but will withhold judgement to themself . ( date : auden west )
fred flintstone , 40 yrs — ( 1/2 ) meredith
he's pining for nigel and in denial . also , seeing his dinosaur pets as skeletons is scarring and upsetting , so he's really having a hell of a time . ( blind date : meredith grey )
irina denali , 28 yrs — ( 3/3 ) bella , vic , cindy moon
moody and broody but still a beauty . she'll use this as an opportunity to dress up and look absolutely stunning , and she'll be quietly observing everyone's relationship drama . being 'immortal' yet having died , mummies kind of freak her out so she'll prob be over there . ( blind date : belle french )
jack shephard , 35 yrs — ( 1/2 ) hannibal
if anyone needs medical assistance , jack can help ya out . otherwise , he'll probably be sipping a gin beverage as he strolls through the exhibits . it's rare he spends time just hanging out in museums for fun . the polar bear will prob trigger some memories from back home ... you might catch him trying to hide a spiral . ( date : michael corleone )
katniss everdeen , 22 yrs — ( 3/3 ) rue , a-xiang , peeta
please let this person live and have a good time for a night . i might allow katniss to just have a nice time and enjoy a romantic evening , in love once again . i don't trust the admins with a peaceful evening *eyes emoji* but ... we'll see how things pan out . ( date : peeta mellark )
lee jordan , 28 yrs — ( 2/2 ) wei wuxian , hongjo
distract lee from the very secret feelings he's rekindled towards draco . let him get caught up in your drama , or run around with him causing trouble as he whines about how very very single he is . expect him to pry about your love life for his podcast - he loves gossip . ( unofficial hate-date : draco malfoy )
max goodwin , 34 yrs — ( 1/2 ) carlisle
my medical director doesn't get much time to relax , so he's enjoying this night . max is very very friendly and will be genuinely interested in meeting and getting to know knew people . a very curious mind , expect him to share some good advice while gazing at the exhibits .
michael guerin , 31 yrs — ( 3/3 ) qingge , childe , tatia
being at museums like this is kind of horrifying for michael , because as a secret alien , michael's biggest fear is that the government will find him out and he'll end up himself as an exhibit in this place . also he's single and lonely - what's new - so he'll be drinking his worries away and gawking at the "human origins " . ( blind date : tatia )
monica geller , 27 yrs — ( 1/2 ) laurie
looking hot and stressed . don't think for a second that monica has forgotten how violent and chaotic balls of the past have been in washington . she'll be doing her best to stay present , but she's going to be waiting for something terrible to happen at any moment . ( "platonic" date : laurie strode )
naomi pierce , 34 yrs — ( 2/2 ) junyi , kendall
girly is looking like a 100/10 and will be happy to share some champagne and relationship advice . events , galas , museums , etc. are commonplace to her so she's in her usual public-facing-mask element . she probably wants some of the gems on display . ( date : kendall roy )
parvati patil , 22 yrs — ( 1/2 ) cho
she's feeling mischievous but doesn't know where to place that energy . eeriely familiar feelings of a ball are haunting her , but parvati doesn't have her memories of hogwarts back yet so she won't know why . will probably take this opportunity to make new friends or flirt . ( blind date : cerridwen )
ramona flowers , 25 yrs — ( 1/2 ) ellie
ramona is , of course , very open to being messy and kissing someone other than their date . they're very open to anything , actually , and they're not above putting some graffiti on some priceless artifacts . ( blind date : tigris snow )
reid oliver , 37 yrs — ( 1/2 ) brennan
dr . reid thinks this entire social event is a huge waste of time , but he is a biggg fan of the free food . for someone who makes as much money as him , a neurosurgeon , he really should have a better palate and spend money on quality food , but he loves free stuff . plus he's looking pretty good in a suit . ask him for a dance if you want , but he'll definitely deny you /: sorry he's a dance-hating bitch . ( blind date : brennan sorrengail )
richie jerimovich , 42 yrs — ( 2/3 ) nat , bellatrix
i bet you've never seen a man this drunk and messy looking this good in a suit before . if you want him to stop rambling about his former drunk adventures back home , just kiss him or something . ( blind date : bellatrix black )
robin buckley , 24 yrs — ( 2/2 ) nancy , maya
they're very excited to be on a date with a very pretty girl !! you might catch her freaking out in the bathroom about it tho . she's also very very impressed by all of the pretty things on display . plus she's looking cute in her vintage dress . ( blind date : maya hart )
roman roy , 36 yrs — ( 2/2 ) tatum , tyrell
will be judging everyone's attire , relationship , and the quality of the alcohol at the bar . but he'll look good while doing it ! he really doesn't understand consequences of actions , so feel free to pull my chaotic man into anything . ( date : tyrell wellick )
tucker mccall , 45 yrs — ( 1/2 ) ceres
mr. wildcard homewrecking gossip king himself . will certainly insert himself into anyone's relationship drama given the opportunity . if you want to flirt , gossip , or have any deep conversations about the meaning of life , he's your guy . ( blind date : ceres vurith )
zahra bankston , 40 years — ( 2/2 ) alex , qui-gon jinn
she's the director of national intelligence , so i promise if you're doing anything stupid , zahra already knows and it isn't getting past her . she's enjoying this time to bump elbows with washington's elite though , so whether she actually says or does anything at this very moment is another story . also , you bet she's looking absolutely incredible . ( blind date : qui-gon jinn )
zoe rivas , 24 years — ( 1/2 ) annabeth
wrapped up in a beautiful gown , zoe will be ready to mingle or invite you to dance . they'll probably be in the darker rooms centering around electricity and the night sky because it's more calming and beautiful than the main floors swarmed with the entire city . ( blind date : abigail mckinnon )
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Betty Rubble
Last night I dreamed a live action Flintstones movie. It seemed to start as a trailer, (hence my knowing the film was called "Betty Rubble") but by the end, the dramatic beats were much more like actually watching the film. A different one, not the one they made in the nineties. For one thing, Fred Flintstone was played by Jack Black. And for another thing, I don't think this plot could have been made in the nineties.
The film opened with Fred and Barney having coffee together giving exposition. Fred established that they were both struggling to raise their kids after the death of Betty and Wilma, Barney then revealed a secret they'd been struggling with since before their wives died: she was the first transwoman in history and she wanted to live as a woman now.
Fred was very understanding and said he'd be happy to happy her start her new life. Barney said she'd like to be called Betty now, and Fred offered to pretend she had always been a woman or pretend Barney moved away and his cousin Betty moved in with him, and that they could get married and raise their kids together.
The rest of the movie was fairly respectful of Betty, it was definitely a comedy but the humour came from "I'm suddenly a stepmother to kids I've known their entire lives and I'm pretending that I just met them." and not "Barney's in a dress". I think there was something with "The kids are toddlers, they won't question anything if you just start going by Betty and move in" and things turning out to be more complicated than that.
The climax of the film was that Betty and Fred got on a TV show (for some reason they had stone film projectors instead of birds inside televisions) for newlyweds where they could win a lot of money if they proved to know enough about each other. They figured they'd known each other since they were kids, they could use the money, they would go for it. But, of course, somehow the producers found out Betty had been born Barney and they revealed "You think you've married a woman, but actually, your friend Barney has been playing a trick on you for the past six months!"
You could tell there was a second where Fred was thinking, "I could make things easier for my children and go along with this, or I could defend my best friend and wife and stand up for her." before he delivers a rousing speech along the lines of "Betty never lied to me, I've always known she used to be Barney, I don't care, and if you call my wife a man again I will punch you on national television."
That's about where the dream ended, but I assume because it was a movie things ended up all right.
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Top 12 Portrayals of Jacob Marley
The last two characters I’ve covered in this little marathon were the two most important human characters Scrooge encounters in “A Christmas Carol.” Of course, not all of the major characters can exactly qualify as “human” any longer. Enter Jacob Marley: Scrooge’s former friend and business partner, and the first of the phantoms he encounters in the story.
While Fred and Bob Cratchit stand as opposing foils to Scrooge, Marley is something different: just like the words he utters, he, himself, acts as a warning to Ebenezer of what his ill behavior could lead to. Through Marley (and the other Tormented Spirits Scrooge sees), not only does Dickens create arguably the scariest and most unsettling scene in the original book, but he also conjures up a karmic punishment so ingenious, Lucifer himself should really take notes! Here we have a man who is forever doomed to wander around, forced to see hardship and suffering and realize he is truly no different from any other human soul. He can do nothing to help, only reflect on his mistakes, his guilt, and his inability to make amends and atone for his crimes, however direct or indirect they might have been. The only “comfort” he has are the very material objects he hoarded in his lifetime, lashed about him to ironically provide even more agony, with every link of the chains that strap them to his form acting as a reminder of a sin he can no longer redeem himself for.
As harrowing as Marley’s scene is, there’s also a good deal of humor to it, given the very surreality of the whole scenario and Scrooge’s snappish personality. There’s also a hint of something deeper and sadder under it; in the book, at least, it’s revealed that Marley himself is the one who arranges the whole debacle and manages to get this whole story to get underway, and he does it because he wants to give his friend a sporting chance to escape. It’s not clear if Marley, himself, will get anything out of this, but he tries his best to help Ebenezer, which shows a great change in his character, and helps to sell the message of the story: it’s really never too late to change. It CAN, however, be too late to do anything about it if you don’t shape up in time. Redemption and forgiveness are two sides of the same coin, and Marley is a prime example of that: he sees the error of his ways, but it no longer matters. That is the tragedy of the whole situation.
This is yet another character I’ve played, and I’d love the chance to do so again. (Annoying as the costume requirements may be.) With so many versions of the Carol, Marley has been played a lot of different ways: some make him more frightening, others more human, and some even make him a more comical figure. All of them are fairly solid and viable options, if handled right. With that said, here are My Top 12 Favorite Portrayals of Jacob Marley!
12. Mr. Slate, from A Flintstones Christmas Carol. (Here the character is referred to as "Jacob Marbley." Because rock puns. :P )
11. Goofy, from Mickey’s Christmas Carol. (He ranks low only because it’s so weird imagining Goofy “robbing from widows and swindling the poor.” Like…something there doesn’t sound right. Unless this is Jack Kinney’s Goofy, maybe. :P )
10. Basil Rathbone, from Shower of Stars: A Christmas Carol.
9. Ed Asner, from A Christmas Carol (1997).
8. Statler & Waldorf, from The Muppet Christmas Carol. (Here they make up the duo "Jacob and Robert Marley.")
7. Jason Alexander, from A Christmas Carol: The Musical (2004). (A lot of people seem to dislike this take on Marley, but I personally love it.)
6. Everett Sloane, from the Campbell Playhouse Radio Production (1939). (For these entries, I'm not including images of the cast in a Carol costume, because...well...they're from a RADIO production. Just wanna make that clear. XD)
5. Frank Finlay, from A Christmas Carol (1984).
4. Royal Dano, from Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol.
3. Alec Guinness, from Scrooge (1970). (“Use the Force, Scrooge!”)
2. Bernard Lloyd, from A Christmas Carol (1999).
1. Sir Michael Hordern, from Scrooge (1951) AND A Christmas Carol (1971).
#list#countdown#best#favorites#top 12#actors#acting#portrayals#literature#charles dickens#a christmas carol#scrooge#jacob marley#marley's ghost#movies#film#tv#animation#radio#musicals#christmas
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for the past 3 - 4 years i've made end of the year compilations of some of vi's best dialogue for the year but between choice subjects like
him talking about how he wanted hank hill to eat his ass in the back of a rusted pickup truck behind an autozone
doing cocaine and listening to gerry rafferty after therapy
that entire cereal mascot saga i won't even bother explaining
sleeping with his friend's dad who just got out of prison
getting beaten by a scorned white woman in a whole foods and force fed quinoa until he dies
THAT WHOLE THING ABOUT FRED FLINTSTONE!!!!!!!!!
the mutterings from a mental breakdown he had in february where he ate an entire jar of peanut butter in the car while going nearly catatonic to ambient music from the 80s
the pitch for his soundcloud mixtape under the name LILMOONTHUG420 and the way he butchered regulate by warren g......
and more.... i dont even kno where 2 begin.
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The Bedrock Dispatch
And now for something completely different. This was another writing game/contest thing. I was given the theme and the "flash rule" a rule created on the spot that I needed to include in my story. Since the theme was Myths of the Near Stone age and I needed to include Dinosaurs, I was drawn to the Flintstones which I think technically makes this fanfiction? Neat. Anyway, it's completely different to what I normally write.
Theme: Myths of the Near Stone Age
Flash Rule: Must have Stampeding Dinosaurs.
1311 words.
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The housewife grabbed the vacuum cleaner and began to run it back and forth across the carpet in the living room. Its legs tied to a small wooden cart, the pygmy mammoth was forced to use its trunk to suck up the dust and dirt in the small, stylish living room.
Job complete, she put it into the closet with the other appliances. Only after the door was closed did the tiny mammoth cry.
Chores finished, she met her neighbor for drinks, cigarettes, and a shopping trip into town. The clothes washer had died; it had choked on a sock. How was she to know that it could choke on socks? The manual didn’t say anything about that. Her husband threw the dead washer out with the trash that morning and she needed to buy another. Her annoyance over the washer’s death was tempered by the excitement of another shopping trip with her friend.
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The foreman stood at the edge of the quarry. He watched the animals place massive stones in their mouths, lift them, and then swing them over the edge of the quarry, letting the boulders drop with a heavy thud. Their teeth long ago ground away to painful nubs, the brontosauruses lifted and carried stones while people strapped in little cabins on their back used winches to help, and whips when the animals were too tired to lift.
The crane in the back - number thirty-nine - looked rough. Foam collected on the edges of its mouth and its head would shake as it tried to lift even small stones. The operator fought with the winch and when that failed, used the whip. The foreman frowned and stubbed out his cigarette on the ground in front of him. He was going to have to kill it tonight and get another. He lamented the loss in productivity. It was necessary though. The quarry owner had decreed that production would not slip this month. While he cast his eyes to the other animals in the quarry, a bird tied to a perch a foot above his head watched the sun nervously. He shook silently in fear, but the foreman didn’t notice.
Soon, it was the end of the day. The foreman, watching a sundial on his wrist, pulled hard on the tailfeathers of the bird above him. The bird’s scream of pain signaled the end of the day. A man in the quarry shouted in joy and slid down the tail of his brontosaurus and ran to his car, the animal forgotten or ignored. Someone else would take care of it. If they didn’t? There were plenty of brontosauruses around. They’d just get another.
He made his way home, walked into the house, and kissed his wife as she met him at the door. She handed him a drink and a cigarette. As he passed through the kitchen, he finished his drink and poured another from the iced pitcher on the counter. He glanced at the empty spot in the kitchen where the washer was supposed to be and frowned. He made his way to his backyard and saw his friend and neighbor. “Another beautiful day, eh friend?” He made his way to a comfortable chair under a tree, near the low fence.
“You said it, Fred. Another day in paradise.” The neighbor leaned on his fence. “Hey, I heard that your clothes washer died, did your wife manage all right today?”
Fred took a drag on his cigarette and frowned. “Darned thing choked on a sock; can you believe it? A washer that can’t wash socks. I tossed it with the trash and Wilma went into town and bought another. Probably thirty other things to go with it too.” Fred took a sip of his cocktail and finished his cigarette. He lit another automatically. “Barn, how do you do it? Betty doesn’t seem to run through your paycheck before you even earn it. I feel like I’m paid on Thursday and broke by Sunday.”
Barney hopped the low fence, not spilling his drink or dropping his cigarette and joined Fred at another chair in the yard. “I gotta tell you Fred, the secret is to set some aside before you hand it over. Give her half, you take half. Keep it in the bank, stuff it in your sock drawer, whatever it takes.” Barney sipped his cocktail, a Bourbon old fashioned. “It’s just how they are. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
While Fred and Barney talked, Fred’s lawn mower started screaming. The howling of the mower was loud even though it was in the shed. Fred and Barney got up slowly and slightly unsteadily and made their way over to his shed. As he opened it, he saw the mower, still tied to the little cart, screaming and crying. Its mouth was red and inflamed and blood poured from multiple wounds on its legs. It looked like the mower was trying to bite their legs off. Fred reached down to touch the mower’s legs and it snapped at him. Fred yanked his hand back.
“Did you see that? It tried to bite me!” Fred tipped his rocks glass back and finished his drink, a tom collins. The ice clinked.
Barney sighed and shook his head. “Just goes to show you, things aren’t like they were when we were younger. Once it’s dead, we’ll head to Gimblestones and pick up a new one. Folks have to go further and further out to find new appliances and they never last as long as they used to.” He patted his friend on the back. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll fix it in the morning.”
Fred stared at the lawn mower.
At the dying animal.
At the lawn mower.
At the dying animal.
“No.” Fred shook his head. “This isn’t right, Barn. It’s a living thing. Look at it, it’s screaming. I have to help it.” He reached for the mower again.
Barney put his hand on Fred’s arm, stopping him. “Fred. This is the way of things. This is how things are. This-“ He pointed at the mower. “-is how we have all this.” Barney gestures behind him towards suburbia, towards the rows of small houses with manicured lawns. “Your mower? Your washer? Those are the price we pay for progress.” He let go of Fred’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go have another drink. After, we can head to the lodge. By the morning it’ll be gone, and we can go shopping and get another.”
Fred looked at the mower.
At the dying animal.
At the mower.
He turned away from the mower and looked at Barney. “You’re right Barn. Let’s go get a drink and head out. This is a tomorrow problem.”
Fred closed the door to the shed and walked back inside.
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The young man stood outside the city. He watched a herd of Brontosaurus thunder across the plain. His partner had spooked them and as expected, they stampeded. Soon they would tire, and he could swoop in. If he was able to capture four of them alive, they could be repurposed in town, and he would make enough money to support his brothers and sisters for another month. He watched them carefully. The quarry. The quarry would buy them.
His stomach growled. He had skipped breakfast and lunch to save money. One meal a day was enough, he told himself.
There. Those four. Two adults and two calves lagged behind the rest. He had hoped for four adults, but this was better. He’d get half again more for the calves. They lived longer, took to the yoke better, lasted longer. He kicked his heels on the ground and the jeep took off. Steering towards the animals, he readied his tranquilizer gun and leaned out the window. Today was turning out to be a good day after all.
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🦴 Betty Rubble 🦖🦕
#Betty Rubble#The Flintstones#character study#cartoon fanart#Hanna Barbera#Warner Bros Animation#Cartoon Network#Boomerang from Cartoon Network#Bea Benaderet#Gerry Johnson#Gay Autterson#BJ Ward#Grey DeLisle#60s cartoons#underrated cartoon character#underdeveloped character#Barney Rubble#Wilma Flintstone#best friend#Bamm Bamm Rubble#The Engagement Ring#The Girls' Night Out#The Beauty Contest#Baby Barney#Ventriloquist Barney#Little Bamm-Bamm#Old Lady Betty#Sleep On Sweet Fred#Ladies' Night at the Lodge#Hop Happy
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Have you seen this childhood show: The Flintstones (1960-1966), United States (English)
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[Mod A: I’ve only seen the show a couple times but it’s a classic! My parents also dressed up as Fred and Wilma for Halloween once with our family friends who were Barney and Betty haha.]
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Featuring in chronological order:
1937 - Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes)
1940 - Tom (Tom & Jerry)
1960 - Fred Flintstone (The Flintstones)
1966 - Space Ghost
1969 - Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?)
1996 - Dexter (Dexter’s Laboratory)
1997 - Johnny Bravo
1997 - The Red Guy (Cow & Chicken)
1998 - Bubbles (The Powerpuff Girls)
1999 - Ed (Ed, Edd n Eddy)
1999 - T.O.M (Toonami)
1999 - Courage (Courage the Cowardly Dog)
2000 - Robot Jones (Whatever Happened to... Robot Jones?)
2000 - Sheep (Sheep in the Big City)
2001 - Samurai Jack
2001 - Grim (The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy/Grim & Evil)
2001 - Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)
2002 - Numbuh 1 (Codename: Kids Next Door)
2003 - Robin (Teen Titans)
2004 - Coop (Megas XLR)
2004 - Bloo (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends)
2005 - Lazlo (Camp Lazlo)
2007 - Chowder
2008 - Flapjack (The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack)
2010 - Finn (Adventure Time)
2010 - Mordecai (Regular Show)
2010 - Sym-Bionic Titan
2011 - Gumball (The Amazing World of Gumball)
2013 - Garnet (Steven Universe)
2014- Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)
#cartoon network#cartoon network 30th anniversary#toonami#adult swim#digital art#photoshop#clip studio paint#nech the grech#this one's for the commenter who got mad i left out robot jones on the 25th anniversary one 5 years ago
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THE VOICE WILL BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS (#112, OCT 2009)
Scott Chernoff says “Hello there” to James Arnold Taylor as he talks about voicing Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars: The Clone Wars along with hundreds of other characters, and the time he was nearly silenced—forever.
He’s the heroic Green Arrow Batman: The Brave and the Bold, erstwhile friend Harry Osborn on The Spectacular Spider-Man, Ratchet of the hit series of Ratchet & Clank videogames, and the new voice of modern Stone Age family man, Fred Flintstone.
But there’s one achievement that towers over the others for voice actor James Arnold Taylor: He’s finally fulfilled his life-long fantasy of playing a major role in the Star Wars saga, starring as Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
“I lived and breathed Star Wars as a kid,” Taylor says. “We played all the time—but I was always Han Solo. If somebody told me I was going to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, I would have been like, ‘Wait, I’m the old guy?’”
But despite his tremendous success performing literally hundreds of cartoon characters and videogame voices over the last two decades, Taylor told Star Wars Insider that it nearly all slipped away. “About four years ago,” he reveals, “I lost my voice completely due to toxic mold in our home. When the doctor said, ‘You can’t speak,’ I was like, ‘Uh, that doesn’t work.’”
The incident was a stark reminder of just how precious Taylor’s instrument—his voice—is to him. “I had to start over and change my whole life,” he recalls. “I trained with a gentleman who trains opera singers. I had to learn how to re-use my vocal chords in new and exciting ways.”
EARLY INSPIRATION
Luckily for Taylor—and his fans—the hard work paid off. “I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been. Sometimes, you need something like that to break you down, just to rebuild yourself,” he says.
Now back in the game with three animated series on the air, Taylor is free to pursue the one thing he always loved. “I’ve known since I was four years old that I wanted to do the voices of cartoons,” he says, noting that he drew inspiration from legendary performers like Mel Blanc (who voiced virtually all the Looney Tunes characters), Daws Butler (Yogi Bear), and Don Messick (Scooby Doo and many more). “I was glued to all those guys and memorized their vocal inflections,” he recalls.
“I never had any aspirations to be an on-camera actor—I always wanted to be a voice actor. The truth is I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be able to make my living doing what I always wanted to do.”
STARTING OUT
Taylor started out doing impressions as a stand-up comic and radio disc jockey when he was just 16, moving south to Hollywood from his native Santa Barbara, California, as soon as he got out of school. His first break came in the obscure world of voice doubling, re-recording small bits of dialogue for famous actors who were too busy to come in when a small line needed to be changed. He got a job filling in for Michael J. Fox on the Disney animated feature Atlantis—and soon found himself taking over the lead role entirely for the sequel, Atlantis: Milo’s Return. “I just have a knack for picking up voices,” he shrugs.
Among the stars Taylor has doubled for videogames and feature film looping are Johnny Depp, Billy Bob Thornton—and Ewan McGregor. He started voicing Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first Clone Wars TV micro-series in 2002, then went on to Star Wars videogames and now the new hit TV series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
“Originally, it was to be an exact voice match for Ewan McGregor,” Taylor says. “We basically have the same sound, the same range. So I thought that rather than trying to sound like him, since I know I already do kind of sound like him, I’d just do what he did: try to sound like Alec Guinness. So I started thinking of how he would talk, and I tried to ‘young it up,’ and went, ‘OK, so if I was casually speaking as a young Obi-Wan, I might sound like this.’ I didn’t concentrate so much on sounding like Ewan McGregor as much as I concentrated on sounding like Obi-Wan Kenobi, the character we all know. That seemed to work.”
Taylor explains that for him, focusing too much on precisely matching a specific voice can get in the way of a good performance. “You can get hung up on a voice match where you try too hard to sound like the person and it becomes a caricature. It becomes more the nightclub comic’s impersonation. You want to relax in the voice. You really have to understand how that person would act, and you have to be able to act that way. I always have to envision how he would deliver the line. It’s more than an impersonator would do, because you have to understand the character and be able to say anything in that voice.”
That approach sat well with Clone Wars director Dave Filoni and Star Wars creator George Lucas. “After we’d started the series and done the film, Dave and George said, ‘You have the freedom now to take this and make it your own thing,’” Taylor recalls, adding, “Dave’s vision for Obi-Wan in this series is very specific. He’s trying to show Anakin the right way, but he’s also the calm in the storm. I’m always the straight guy. Most of the time, I’m pulling the reins back on Anakin and Ahsoka, so I’m like the older brother. Nothing really gets to him. But at the same time, I know people may think sometimes he’s a little too reserved, so I’m trying to give him some excitement. Every once in a while, I torture myself and read the message boards, and some people do think he’s got to lighten up. But I just think, ‘Give him time.’ There’s something that happened in a second season episode we did recently, and I can’t really get into it, but it made me think, ‘Oh, we get to see different facets of Obi-Wan in this.’ I’m playing a side of Obi-Wan that nobody’s really seen before.”
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL
Taylor thinks that the epic scope of Star Wars: The Clone Wars is allowing a far more personal glimpse of Kenobi than fans have ever seen. “He’s such an iconic figure,” he says, “but you don’t know anything about his personal life. We have many episodes, so now the writers have been exploring those areas. How does he act when he’s gotten up on the wrong side of the bed and he’s having a bad day? What’s his day-to-day relationship with Anakin? It’s been fun to work with everybody and create those parts of his life and his characteristics. I try to put a little of the reserved old Jedi living alone in this deserted part of a desert planet, and the young one who was in the world and so much a part of everything.”
At the same time, Taylor has gotten to give voice to a host of other Star Wars characters, from fan favorite Plo Koon (“Dave said, ‘Think Gandalf,’”— he recalls) to espionage droid 4A-7 (“A whiny, high-pitched guy”) and the medical droid from The Clone Wars movie (“That’s me doing kind of a Jeff Goldblum type voice”).
“That’s another great part about being a voice actor,” he says. “You get to be so many different characters all the time.”
A REWARDING ROLE
All those characters add up to more reasons Taylor is grateful to have re-gained his voice in time to continue his work in the Star Wars universe. “I’m a geek when it comes to this stuff,” he said. “I’m a fan as much as anybody else, so I get into the story, and to me, Star Wars: The Clone Wars is as good as Lost or any other great show. I can’t wait to see the next season, just like everybody else.”
Thinking back on his journey, Taylor adds, “It’s so rewarding. I get so much fan mail from people all over the world, and I’m not trying to sound corny but it moves me—because I’ve always been a fan, and I’ve sent fan letters to people I respect and gotten autographs before, too. So when I get letters from people about how they’re sharing Star Wars with their kids, and they’re thanking me for helping them see this whole universe in a different way, I kind of trip out on it. Daily, I go, ‘Wow, I’m involved in this world, and not just on the sidelines—I’m really involved in the Star Wars universe.’ It’s a great honor.”
#James Arnold Taylor#Obi-Wan Kenobi#cast#insider#i112#the clone wars#112 is the Obi-wan special by the way
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post-event / post-hiatus starter call !!
i've been gone for what feels like a year so i really want to have fresh threads — don't be shy ! may increase the caps if i get drafts done early .
adam newman , 33 , young & the restless ( 2 / 4 ) — faith newman , drusilla keeble
charlie dalton , 26 , dead poets society ( 0 / 4 ) —
craig manning , 23 , degrassi ( 1 / 4 ) — marco del rossi
eli joseph stock , 22 , along for the ride ( 3 / 4 ) — ally of wonderland , auden west , kiara carrera
enjolras , 26 , les mis ( 2 / 4 ) — peyton halliwell , charlotte emily
fred flintstone , 40 , the flintstones ( 1 / 3 ) — nigel thornberry
irina denali , 28 , twilight ( 4 / 4 ) — eric northman , faye chamberlain , heidi volturi , laurent da revin
jack shephard , 35 , LOST ( 1 / 4 ) — lexie grey
katniss everdeen , 22 , the hunger games ( 4 / 4 ) — chris hartley , annie cresta , celeste kipper , a-xing
lee jordan , 28 , harry potter ( 2 / 4 ) — ginny weasley , bill weasley
max goodwin , 34 , new amsterdam ( 1 / 4 ) — kevin keller
michael guerin , 31 , roswell new mexico ( 2 / 4 ) — ainsley whitly , lorelai gilmore
monica geller , 27 , friends ( 2 / 4 ) — ji euntak , laurie strode
naomi pierce , 32 , succession ( 1 / 4 ) — kenna de poitiers
ramona flowers , 25 , scott pilgrim ( 2 / 4 ) — marceline , felicia hardy
robin buckley , 24 , stranger things ( 3 / 4 ) — nancy wheeler , liv hawthorne , eloise
roman roy , 36 , succession ( 2 / 4 ) — sam giddings , galadriel
tucker mccall , 45 , young & the restless ( 2 / 4 ) — kallias , kendall roy
zoe rivas , 24 , degrassi ( 4 / 4 ) — zoya nazyalensky , nimona , miles hollingsworth iii , victorie weasley
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12/?? Childhood TV Shows You Should Watch
Title: The Flintstones
Seasons: 6
Episodes: 166
Run Time: 25 Minutes
Original Air Date: September 30, 1960 - April 1, 1966
Synopsis:
The show follows the lives of Fred and Wilma Flintstone and their pet dinosaur, Dino, and they later on have a baby girl named Pebbles. Barney and Betty Rubble are their neighbors and best friends, and later on adopt a super-strong baby boy named Bamm-Bamm and acquire a pet kangaroo called Hoppy. The show is set in a comical version of the Stone Age, with features and technologies that resemble mid-20th-century suburban United States. The plots deliberately resemble the sitcoms of the era, with the Flintstone and Rubble families getting into minor conflicts characteristic of modern life. The show is set in the Stone Age town of Bedrock, where dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures are portrayed as co-existing with cavemen, saber-toothed cats, and woolly mammoths.
My Rating: 10/10
My Reasoning:
Is it too much to actually give it a 10/10 rating? I don't think so but feel free to disagree with me...everything is subjective anyway. I personally have always loved this show. It has stood the test of time and I think there are even younger people today that know about it somehow. It's a classic cartoon.
It has nice slice-of-life storylines while being set in an interesting time and setting. It's like those old-school sitcoms (which is its intention) but with a unique twist. I find the characters entertaining and pleasing to watch. I also feel like they are pretty relatable in any time period. Although, I must admit sometimes Fred would get on my nerves. That was the style of the "father" character in those days though.
I also really enjoy the aspect of modern things reimagined as if they were built during the Stone Age. It was always humorous to me.
Bottom line, you should watch it!
#tv shows#childhood tv shows#childhood shows you should watch#cartoons#childhood cartoons#childhood tv list#the flintstones
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Top 12 Portrayals of Scrooge
Last Christmas, I covered my favorite renditions of Charles Dickens’ timeless classic, “A Christmas Carol.” I’m feeling rather “Scroogey” this Christmas, due to...reasons...so I thought I’d continue the tradition by taking a look at my favorite versions of the story’s central character: everybody’s favorite miser, Ebenezer Scrooge. This time, however, I thought I’d go a little more in-depth. When I listed my favorite versions, I just gave the titles, a reference image, the ranks, and that was it. I didn’t really analyze or explain why they were my favorites, they just simply were. This time, I thought I’d cover the Scrooges with a bit more elaboration.
This is going to be an interesting ranking, because, in my opinion, what makes a truly great Christmas Carol really rests on its Scrooge. It’s one of those stories where if the main character doesn’t work very well, then something just feels lacking overall. However, by the same token, not all Scrooges are created equal: the ranking of my favorite Scrooges isn’t exactly the same as my favorite versions of the Carol, and vice-versa. Sometimes a rendition can have enough good points that I love it more than others even if the Scrooge isn’t too great; similarly, even if the Scrooge is VERY good, if other elements feel poorly handled, then I can’t rank that one among my favorites. So the rankings and choices here, while having plenty of overlap with the former list, will not be ENTIRELY the same.
Having said all that, let’s waste no more time. Here are My Top 12 Favorite Portrayals of Ebenezer Scrooge!
12. Fred Flintstone, from The Flintstones Christmas Carol.
I can’t believe that I left this version out of my Honorable Mentions when I did my aforementioned list of the Carols, because it definitely deserves a spot there. This version of the Carol is a classic case of a story within a story, as the plot is essentially split into two halves: on the one hand, there’s the Carol we all know and love, but the framing device is where things get interesting. In this adaptation, the Flintstones are taking part in a stage version of the story (written by “Charles Brickens,” har har), and Fred has been cast in the coveted title role. The fame goes to Fred’s head, causing him to neglect his family and friends; as a result, we actually have two different stories going on: at the same time Scrooge is learning his lesson, Fred starts to realize and learn a few lessons himself. It’s this double-plot that makes this version unique, and when you combine Jean Rhys Davies as the Narrator into the mix, this take definitely has some good qualities worth noting. As far as Fred as Scrooge goes…it’s Fred Flintstone as Scrooge, I think you can imagine what that would be like. I can assure you, it does not disappoint.
11. Sir Michael Hordern, from A Christmas Carol (1977).
Hordern played Jacob Marley twice in his lifetime: first in the 1951 live-action feature film, and then again twenty years later in the 1971 animated short version (both of which starred Alastair Sim as Scrooge). It seems only fitting that, in 1977, he would graduate from Marley to Scrooge. Hordern played the character in a BBC TV version of the story. For some reason, throughout the 70s and 80s, there was a BIG push on the BBC’s part to do adaptations of classic works of English literature and drama; many people consider these televised productions to be interesting because, while the production values are generally sort of low and the overall feelings of each are somewhat dry, the actual performances and characters are VERY strong. Some of England’s finest performers handled these stories, and they have managed to stand the test of time as some of the most unique and/or definitive depictions to date. Sir Michael Hordern’s Scrooge is no exception: granted, I don’t know why he looks like Benjamin Franklin, but the portrayal is quite decent. Hordern plays the character less as a snarly, sneering scoundrel, and more as a sort of pompous elitist. His Scrooge is haughty and slightly foppish, but still has the crotchety, coldhearted qualities so many great versions have. With the way Hordern plays the character, you get the feeling a great deal of Scrooge’s problem comes not only from his past bad experiences with Christmas, but the fact he’s effectively become so used to having money and having everything he wants that he either remains totally unaware of how poverty truly works, or simply doesn’t remember what it was like to be in the opposite situation. This ties into the concept of “Ignorance and Want” when they are introduced, and helps to make his redemption all the more interesting: it’s the story of a man “waking up” to the world around him. That’s always been an element in the story, but this one really pushes that angle, and it makes this Scrooge quite unique.
10. Albert Finney, from Scrooge (1970).
The 1970 musical interpretation of the Carol is notorious for its dark and semi-satirical sense of humor. This is an intentionally comedic take on the Carol, with a lot of wry, ironic moments of wit and weirdness strewn throughout. At times it almost feels like something out of Monty Python, but it still has the heart and soul of the story at its…well…heart and soul. Key to this version’s success is Albert Finney as Ebenezer Scrooge. This is, to be blunt, one of the most over-the-top Scrooges of all time. Finney stalks through the film like a crooked spider, his face all scrunched up, croaking and squawking many of his lines and lyrics. However, you sort of forgive the melodrama because it fits the overall tone of the movie, and when he needs to show moments of greater depth and character development, he still does a good job. His heartbreak at losing his fiance, his heartfelt joy when he finds a chance to redeem himself, and many other moments all carry real weight. At times it’s a little TOO hammy for my tastes, and Finney is not really the best singer, but generally speaking it’s a solid interpretation, if a bit overdone.
9. Jim Carrey, from A Christmas Carol (2009).
This version seems to be a take people either love or hate, with little in-between, both in terms of Scrooge himself and the movie overall. Personally, I think both are good; while I’m a bit more iffy when it comes to Carrey as the Three Spirits, I unironically really do love his take on Scrooge. While there’s definitely a humorous angle to this portrayal, as you’d probably expect, Carrey actually takes the role relatively seriously and tries to play the character straight. You really do buy the different emotions this Scrooge goes through and the journey he takes as a character. He’s not as cartoony and as zany as you’d expect, at least not the majority of the time; if anything, when the film gets more ridiculous, that’s not even HIS fault, it’s the writing and direction that take him down that route. He’s everything Scrooge needs to be, and there are moments in this film that I think are among the best moments of any Christmas Carol, and among the best scenes with Scrooge any version has presented. It’s not enough to get him higher in the ranks, but he’s more than worthy of a spot in the Top 10, at least in my books.
8. Mr. Magoo, from Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol.
My biggest gripe about Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol is that I don’t feel it takes enough advantage of its own conceit. Aside from maybe two or three typical Mr. Magoo-ish bits of slapstick silliness or jokes about his nearsightedness, for the most part, this version of Scrooge really is JUST a version of Scrooge. He just happens to look and sound like Mr. Magoo. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, though, because it allows the character to truly shine as old Ebenezer, and Jim Backus - Magoo’s original voice actor - really does nail it out of the park, giving perhaps one of the best performances of his career, if not his best. There are moments where this Scrooge genuinely does make you hate him in the opening, and that’s actually quite an accomplishment when it’s MR. MAGOO in the role. And as the film goes on, you do feel sorry for him in the sadder scenes, and are as overjoyed as he is when he finds his second chance. The filters at play do nothing to dampen the effect this character and portrayal has on the audience, and that’s really what makes this version of the story and the part so great.
7. Sir Lionel Barrymore, from the Campbell Playhouse Radio Version.
Yep, we’ve got a RADIO version on this list, of all things. I know most people won’t care about this one, but I absolutely had to list it. Lionel Barrymore is a name most people probably won’t recognize nowadays, but it’s worth pointing out he’s probably most famous today for his portrayal of another Christmas curmudgeon: the evil Mr. Potter from “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Basically, you can call Barrymore’s radio Scrooge Mr. Potter if he had any redeemable qualities. It’s the same basic part, when you get down to it, except that Scrooge ultimately learns his lesson and has to face his own tragic past: things Potter never gets to experience. Barrymore played Scrooge a few times, both onstage and on radio, and considered the character to be one of his favorite roles; it’s easy to see why, because Barrymore really does knock it out of the part as the Dickensian miser. There’s really not much else to say, this is just a very solid and underappreciated take on the character. I listen to this version every year for good reason.
6. Scrooge McDuck, from Mickey’s Christmas Carol.
Once again, this is a pretty cartoony Scrooge…but just like Albert Finney, you sort of forgive that because, well…it’s Scrooge McDuck. You expect him to be cartoony, since he’s LITERALLY a cartoon character. This version somehow ups both Scrooge’s sympathetic and unsympathetic elements at the same time; he cackles with villainous glee at the thought of robbing old widows and swindling the poor, yet he actually shows more kindness towards Cratchit (played by Mickey) and seems to genuinely regard Marley (played by Goofy, of all characters) as a long-lost friend. And of course, as the story goes on and we see him face his past and try to change his ways, we only come to like him more and more. This was actor Alan Young’s first turn as Scrooge McDuck, and - perhaps simply because of the story this is based on, and the emotional adventure the character has to take - I’d argue it’s his best performance in the role. As far as “substitute Scrooges” go, he’s easily the finest around.
5. Michael Caine, from The Muppet Christmas Carol.
The Muppet Christmas Carol is arguably the most popular to have come out within the past decade or two; when people talk about the best versions of the story, this is a version nearly always mentioned. It is, in my opinion, the best MUSICAL take on the Carol, and it still stands strong as both a Muppet movie and a Christmas Carol adaptation. A big part of its success, of course, lies in Caine’s performance as Ebenezer Scrooge. Caine attributed the secret to his performance’s success in how seriously he took it: he said the best way to make the movie and his character work was to treat this as if he were working with the Royal Shakespeare Company, and not a collection of colorful puppets. Indeed, Caine plays one of the coldest Scrooges of all time: due to the way his past is depicted and his personality is shown to change, this version emphasizes the idea that Scrooge’s callous nature largely comes from the fact he didn’t learn much about compassion and human closeness as a child. And as he grew older, he clung to material matters more and more as a means to cope with what he saw as the harshness of the world around him. Nevertheless, there ARE hints of humanity in him from the start, which makes his redemptive journey more powerful and believable. Plus, in hindsight, it’s just fun to see Alfred be such a curmudgeon…especially around Kermit the Frog. Ha Ha.
4. Tim Curry, from A Christmas Carol (1997).
So, as it turns out, Curry has actually handled Scrooge SEVERAL times. First, there was an episode of “Peter Pan and the Pirates,” wherein he played Captain Hook. The episode “Hook’s Christmas” is a parody of the Carol, in which Captain Hook acts as a surrogate to Scrooge. That’s fun enough, but then Curry played the role onstage in a stage version of “Christmas Carol: The Musical.” (There used to be a recording of this version available on YouTube, but it sadly seems to have been removed.) And later still, Curry would present an audiobook of the story, wherein he played all the different characters, Scrooge obviously included. Any one of these could get Curry a place on this list, but it’s the 1997 direct-to-video film made by DiC Entertainment that lands him placement. The movie, overall, is pretty…meh. A lot of people dislike it, and I can see why; it’s honestly not the worst version of the Carol ever made, but it definitely has a myriad of flaws. For all its problems, however, Curry absolutely nails it in the role of Scrooge. He remains, for me, one of the most underrated and definitive portrayers of the part; while he naturally has his melodramatic moments (it’s Tim Curry as Scrooge, would you expect any less?), he actually has more restraint than you’d expect, and manages to capture the character’s humanity pretty well, also. He seems to understand Scrooge isn’t just some nasty old codger, but someone who’s become embittered by life. It’s not a version I imagine will ever get a ton of attention and respect, but the overall rendition is still in my personal Top 12, and Curry’s Scrooge, in particular, definitely in my Top 5.
3. George C. Scott, from A Christmas Carol (1984).
Yet another interpretation that many consider to be one of the best and most definitive versions of the character put to film. It’s certainly one of the most naturalistic and subtle interpretations put to the screen in any medium. Scott gives us a very introspective and restrained Scrooge, but there’s so much intensity in the simple LOOKS he gives characters, and such nuance to the way he phrases and expresses his lines, that you never feel he’s underplaying anything. There’s a sense of intense repression to his Scrooge; this feeling that he’s working really hard to hold back the full force of his feelings, whether they be great joy, great sorrow, or great anger. Of course, he can’t hold EVERYTHING back, and seeing the buildup to the moment when the kettle boils over, and those emotions burst forth with explosive power, is what keeps his work so engaging. Seeing the cracks in the armor, and how they work into his development, is truly a delight, and Scott himself just seems to disappear into the part perfectly. This is generally regarded as one of his finest performances, and for good reason.
2. Patrick Stewart, from A Christmas Carol (1999).
In the 1990s, Stewart headed a one-man show of the Carol, in which he played all the parts. Somebody noted the popularity of this play, and decided, hey, if Professor X was so great doing a one man show of the story, why not make him the lead in a proper film version? So, in 1999, this made-for-TV movie was released to TNT, attempting exactly that. At the time, this version was very highly regarded, but over the years it seems to have become somewhat more forgotten; what was once lauded as being on par with the likes of the Scott and Sim versions now tends to be overlooked when people talk about great Christmas Carols. I don’t really know why since, to this date, I still consider it one of my Top 3 Favorite Christmas Carol adaptations, as well as one of the most accurate to the book ever put to the screen. Stewart’s work as Ebenezer Scrooge is, as always, a large part of what makes it work: I’d venture to say this is one of my Top 3 favorite performances/characters from Stewart, and that’s saying QUITE a lot. While he has a few slightly over-the-top moments (specifically during his redemption sequence), he really does sell the character brilliantly, once again presenting us with a fairly straightforward and generally subtle portrayal. It’s one of the first I think of when I think of the character, and definitely deserves far more praise.
1. Alastair Sim, from Scrooge (1951) AND A Christmas Carol (1971).
Sim played Scrooge twice, and both of his outings are in my Top 5 favorite versions ever made. And, in the case of the former - a live-action film (the latter is animated) - he is almost ENTIRELY the reason that version still holds strong. Alongside Scott, Caine, and arguably Stewart, Sim remains one of the most popular and beloved takes on the character to date. It’s funny because, nowadays, most people don’t even know about Alastair Sim BEYOND his work as Ebenezer Scrooge; before the Carol, Sim was primarily known for playing comical characters and was regarded as one of the greatest comedic performers of his day. Scrooge was one of his first “serious” performances, and even though he does bring a few comedic quirks to certain moments, what makes the character work - much like with Carrey and Curry - is the restraint he has. There’s a surprising amount of subtlety and refinement to his Ebenezer; once again, just his EXPRESSIONS can say so much, and he runs the gamut from icy and dictatorial to tender and vulnerable with aplomb. He’s so wonderfully energized and exuberant when he finds his new outlook on life, and so stiff and sneering at the start, it’s almost hard to believe they could be the same person. Naturally, that is the entire point. Twenty years after his live-action portrayal, Sim proved he still had it. His voicework for 1971 still carries excellent gravitas and wit together, and gives him a chance to play with new elements of the character unexplored in the earlier version, while at the same tie offering him the opportunity to relive the magic of his first interpretation. There isn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Alastair Sim is My Favorite Scrooge.
Honorable Mentions Include…
Christopher Plummer, from The Man Who Invented Christmas. (Wasn’t sure whether he really counted, since he’s a bit different from most versions, but still worthy of an Honorable Mention.)
Michael Gambon (as Kazran Sardick), from Doctor Who: A Christmas Carol.
Bill Murray (as Frank Cross), from Scrooged.
Fredric March, from A Christmas Carol (1954).
Luke Evans, from Scrooge: A Christmas Carol. (This is a WEIRD version, I don’t really know what to think of it…but - overall - I do like his Scrooge.)
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