Maryse Seigu.

June 2023, Don’t die wondering.

Gregory Isaacs and Leroy Smart (1983)

Photographed by Beth Lesser

All time fave Beth Lesser Wayne Smith pic

Beth Lesser

top 5 Grimm’s fairytales, top 5 mean girl characters <3

you really get me tbh <3

Grimm's Fairytales:

Little Red Cap

Cinderella

The Robber Bridegroom

The Juniper Tree

The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces

Mean Girl Characters:

Alison DiLaurentis from Pretty Little Liars

Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl

Jennifer Check from Jennifer's Body

Chanel Oberlin from Scream Queens

Addy Hanlon & Beth Cassidy from Dare Me by Megan Abbott

Scderbleburbles

Lesser dog doods I have no clue if I posted them before but can’t find anywhere so imma possibly be posting again lol—

Dancehall: The Rise of Jamaican Dancehall Culture by Beth Lesser

Jamaica , Beth lesser

Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

Gregory Isaacs in front of his African Museum store on Chancery Lane, Kingston

Ahoy! I’m here to talk about the scene in ‘Unmortricken’ again because it’s one of those that pops into my head at 3am.

Another thing I think really adds a layer of depth to C-137’s character and his dynamic with Prime in this scene are their facial expressions, body language, and how they pair with the dialogue choices.

Despite C-137’s lack of dialogue, there are three moments where his resolve breaks and he lets out animalistic shouts/surges in his attack.

1.) ‘I showed you infinity.’

It makes me wonder what about this statement is special. Is infinity equivalent to nothing when you have access to it? Is ‘infinity’ an absurd understatement of what Prime introduced him to?

2.) ‘Raise echoes of my daughter?’

I’m sure we get what this one’s about… Ouch. Reminds me of the Diane AI’s dialogue.

3.) ‘Admit it. You would’ve been me.’

I think this hit a little too close to home. I think C-137 likes to believe this isn’t true, but he’ll never know for sure. There’s no way to ‘prove’ him wrong. That’s probably what haunts him the most.

He very deliberately doesn’t tell Prime how much the death of his family destroyed him. This moment was about Prime knowing C-137 beat him. This moment was about Prime being afraid, not C-137’s grief or rage.

You can see his facial expression change each time Prime strikes a particular chord:

Super subtle, but it’s there. You can see him get angry that Prime dared to mention Morty, but he holds back. He listens until it’s about Beth.

Hmm… Thematic much? Or just a cosmetic connection my mind mistakes for thematic? *ba dum tsss*

Prime laughed until the end, but there are moments you can see him flinch, bite back pain, or dissolve into desperate anger in spite of his giddy/amused mask.

I feel like he even checks to see if Rick saw him wince here.

But… What’s Prime’s motivation if he’s talking to a ‘lesser Rick’? Why waste the energy on trying to hit a nerve or prod for a reaction if he doesn’t care at all?

He gets off on knowing there are infinite Ricks out to get him, and none of them can. He gets off on making them kill each other. Prime is a man of theatrics and grand display, but I don’t think that’s because he’s actually a nihilistic arrogant asshole. I think it’s because he feeds off of the reactions he elicits. He’s so fragile that he needs that acknowledgment of his power to feel powerful, and he needs to feel powerful to be whole.

At the end of the day, Prime has to confront that none of these Ricks are hunting him as much for their hatred of him as they are for their grief of Diane. She’s what they’ll remember. She still has control.

Take a look at the symbolism in his lair. He literally lives in Diane’s shadow.

Somehow, Diane must have bruised his ego.

I’d wager that’s why he erased her. Now, for the big question: Was that because he’s a classic misogynistic abuser whose ego can’t handle a woman with agency, or was it because someone chose her over him?

I know which I’d prefer to see. 🤷

For ectoberhaunt 2023 day 13: horror flick.

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Roy frowned first at the book, then at the circle he’d painstakingly laid out on the forest floor, sweeping his eyes back and forth, hunting for mistakes. He couldn’t find any. The lines and curves he’d painstakingly carved into the soil and painted over were immaculate. All the symbols were in the right places. The candles were still burning strong. The sacrifices (items with great emotional value to the summoners) were in place, ready to be consumed.

Which meant that the problem wasn’t his fault.

He turned his glare on his two companions. “Did you two do the purification ritual like I said?”

“Yes,” said Aimee. “Don’t talk to us like that. We’re not stupid.”

That wasn’t an assertion Roy would make, but there weren’t a lot of people around who had real experience with the occult and a willingness to, ah, experiment with rituals of this level.

“Did you do the purification ritual?” drawled Beth. She pulled back the hood of her robe and pulled a stray strand of hair away from her numerous ear piercings. “Rituals like this are touchy. Even a tiny mistake can upset things. For all we know, we have the time of day wrong, or the wrong kind of soil.”

“We checked everything, though,” Roy complained. Not only had they checked everything, they’d practiced. They weren’t a bunch of stupid college students in a horror flick. They knew what they were doing. They’d summoned things, real things, before. Nothing as big or as powerful as this, but they’d gotten ahold of some powerful entities.

One of the spirits they had summoned and bound had even traded this book for their freedom.

Maybe that had been a mistake on their part, if the ritual in the book was incomplete or a scam.

Something snapped and rustled in the trees behind him, and Roy turned, scowling. If a deer messed with his summoning circle, he’d scream.

But, no, it wasn’t a deer stumbling out of the underbrush. It was a kid. A short kid. A middle schooler? Roy had never been good at figuring out the ages of kids.

“What are you doing here?” asked Aimee.

“Uh, walking. It’s public property,” said the kid. “What are you doing here?””

“No, it isn’t,” said Beth.

“Uh, yes it is. I know, because I walked here.” The kid leaned sideways and peered around Roy. “Ooh, are you summoning something? What is it?”

“That’s none of your business,” said Roy, wondering if he could get away with setting one of his lesser spirits on the boy. Beth could be surprisingly touchy about that sort of thing. “Leave.”

Between his family, his body type, and his occult power, Roy wasn’t used to being ignored or disobeyed by anyone but Aimee and Beth. The boy didn’t even look up at him, instead starting to walk counterclockwise around the circle.

“Where are your parents, anyway?” asked Roy, feeling out of his depth. It was an unusual feeling, and he didn’t like it.

The kid did look up at him, then, scorn clear on his face. “How old do you think I am?” Before Roy could answer, the kid knelt next to the circle.

“If you mess that up,” said Roy, threateningly, marching over to loom over the boy.

“Roy,” hissed Beth.

“Geez, chill,” said the boy. “I’m just looking. You’ve got a mistake, here, by the way.” He pointed. “You’re missing a line.”

“What?” snapped Roy.

“And the same thing, over there. Is your handwriting this bad, or did you copy these signs straight from a book without knowing what they really meant?”

Roy almost believed the boy for a minute, then scoffed. “What do you know about it? You’re just a kid. You’ve got a good face for lying, though, I’ll give you that.”

“I know more than you,” said the boy. “For example, did you know that when you summon a ghost, they don’t have to portal into the circle? Like, that’s usually easier, because where’re you going to find a natural portal, or a door, or whatever, and you can jump on the energy from the summoning, but you don’t have to. Lots of ghosts can’t, even. They’re not strong enough to make portals, so they just have to deal with the pull until whoever is trying to summon them gives up. Although I guess stronger ghosts do that too? Huh.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Aimee, and, huh, she actually sounded scared.

“Well,” said the boy, straightening and brushing off his knees, “I guess what I’m saying is that if you were trying to get a hold of a ghost that happened to already be on Earth, and nearby, they could just walk to a summoning. Or fly. Personally, I prefer flying.”

Aimee took a step back, her hand dropping to a protective charm. Beth, lips pursed, mirrored the motion.

“Did you know, there used to be separate rings for the summoners in these kinds of rituals? They sort of fell out of favor over time, because most ghosts did portals and they were problematic or something, I didn’t really pay attention to that part, but…” The boy shrugged. “They were there for a reason. All of your protections are in that circle.” He nodded at it. “Not great if someone does come from outside. Useless, just about.”

Then the boy looked Roy straight in the eye for the first time, and smiled.

The smile was wrong. It started out too white, too sharp, too curvy, bright and moonlike beneath glittering eyes. And then Roy’s vision began to blur. Or, no, only the boy blurred, but even as he blurred, two shapes became bitingly razor clear. A dark and burning crown that made Roy want to weep, and a shining ring that made him want to run and never stop.

Bright, unnatural eyes continued to gaze into Roy’s.

“If I were you,” said a voice that could have belonged to the boy, but echoed with the thoughts and feelings of a thousand other speakers, “I would quit now, while I was ahead. You’ve already bitten off more than you can chew.”

Then the presence, the crown, the ring, and all, vanished. Roy looked wildly around the clearing, but the only people he saw were Beth and Aimee, and they looked downright ill.

He took a shaky breath. “So, should we call our first attempt at summoning the Ghost king a success?”