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80sheaven · 1 year

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Carol Decker - T’Pau. Poster from Smash Hits (January 1988).

#carol decker #t'pau #1988 #smash hits #80s poster #80s music

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donnahinkleystaceytroy · 7 months

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#t'pau #carol decker #record mirror

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wclassicradio · 8 months

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music-crush · 2 years

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Carol Decker

Happy birthday Carol Ann Decker, lead singer for T'Pau!

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#Carol Decker #T'Pau #Happy Birthday #Music Crush

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mockingjayne12 · 9 months

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my first lucifer watch throwback: 31 december 2021

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trixiedeckerstar · 1 year

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SECRET SATAN EVENT 2022 Happy holidays @arisu-artnfics 💖

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weirdlookindog · 11 months

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Hubert Noël, Tracy Reed, Carole Gray, and Diana Decker in Devils of Darkness (1965).

#devils of darkness #hubert noël #tracy reed #carole gray #diana decker #1960s movies #lance comfort #horror

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portuguesedisaster · 12 days

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Is your solution to all fears, cement?

#this is the lady that said the same for the pig right?#the magnus archives #tma #carol listens to the magnus archives.#mag 157 #yes ok Decker

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ultraozzie3000 · 6 months

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House & Home

The New Yorker’s art and architectural critic Lewis Mumford found much to dislike about urban life, from pretentious ornamentation to the gigantic scale of skyscrapers popping up all over Manhattan. Technology and progress were fine, but when coupled with unbridled capitalism, Mumford believed they created inhuman environments in which the average citizen struggled to survive, let alone…

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#Carol Aronovici #Constantin Alajalov #Garrett Price #George Price #James Thurber #Lewis Mumford #Lyse Darcy #Mimi Richardson #Peter Arno #Richard Decker #William Steig #Xenia Georgievna

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fibula-rasa · 2 years

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Devils of Darkness (1965)

Director: Lance Comfort | Writer: Lyn Fairhurst | Cinematographer: Reginald H. Wyer | Wardrobe: Muriel Dickson

#devils of darkness #1960s #1965 #1960s style #1960s fashion #Lance Comfort #carole gray #tracy reed #diana decker #rona anderson #avril angers #British film #eastman colour #my screencaps #vampires #horror #Horror Movies #horror film #british horror

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buttercandy16 · 1 month

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Characters I'd write for: (Send in Requests)

Rebecca Ferguson

Lady Jessica

Rose the Hat

Jenny Lind

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer Morningstar

Sarah Paulson

Cordelia Goode

Diane Sherman

Mildred Ratched

Wilhemina Venable

Sally McKenna

Lana Winters

Cate Blanchett

Lady Galadriel

Lou Miller

Carol Aird

Lydia Tar

Lana Parrilla

Regina Mills

Rita Castillo

Trina Decker

RE Women

Lady Alcine Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Jessica Lange

Fiona Goode

Sister Jude

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ssaalexblake · 6 months

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... Did Locarno even Know that Freeman is Mariner's mother?

I feel like the answer to that is no, and that This of all things is why his plan failed. He said to her about being the Admiral's daughter, makes sense, they have the same name (presumably) and he knew her from way back when and could have insider info on that. Meanwhile, both Freeman And Mariner have been totally content to deny relation to each other previously in the show. Mariner was on the Cerritos a Long time before it got out and Locarno has been out of the loop for longer than that.

And while it's not 100% that he didn't know from what we're given, because admiral>captain and maybe he just named the bigger fish, it's a fair assumption imo.

In which case he failed to take into account that there would be a captain in starfleet who would Absolutely go rogue to go rescue her kidnapped crew member who just Happens to be her daughter. And that, due to the fact that people Like Mariner and have grown to trust her through the show, that there's be a whole ship of people willing to put their asses on the line to go rescue her.

She's a lower decker, Locarno, but note that to her crew mates, she was worth a court martial to go rescue. And to her mother, well? There was little that would have stopped Carol, lbr, and she ended up the catalyst that brought his plan down.

#lower decks spoilers #lower decks

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donnahinkleystaceytroy · 1 year

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the-al-chemist · 5 months

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The Lights That Never Go Out

Prologue: There Is A Light

Something is coming this Christmas… I’ll let these two start telling the story.

Warnings: mentions of difficult family situations.

24th December, 1988

Charlie was starting to regret not sleeping for longer before driving his brother and friends home. When the little blue car he’d borrowed from his father’s garage had left Hogwarts, it had been late evening. Now it was the early hours of the morning, and they were still airborne. At least before he had been able to see the lights from the towns below, now there were only the car’s headlights illuminating the endless expanse of night sky through which they continued to soar.

He had hoped that the others would have stayed awake with him, but he had been proved wrong. In the back seat, both Bill and Merula had fallen asleep, and from the way Artemis was leaning her head against the window, she was struggling not to doze off as well. Charlie glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She looked tired. There was no point in trying to keep her awake, so he turned down the radio, which was playing an old Christmas carol sung by a church choir. At least that way she’d be able to drift off peacefully, rather than humming along to the music.

However, as Charlie lowered the volume on the car radio, he realised that Artemis wasn’t humming along to the Christmas carol at all. She was quietly singing along to a completely different tune, her eyes glazed as she stared out of the window into the darkness.

“Take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive.”

Charlie smiled to himself. He didn’t recognise the song, but no doubt that was because it was a Muggle song. Artemis loved Muggle music. He would have asked her what it was, but it wasn’t often that he heard her sing, so he stopped himself before he interrupted her.

“Driving in your car, I never, never want to go home.”

A fitting lyric, if ever there was one.

“Because I haven't got one anymore.”

Sadly, probably also true, in Artemis’ eyes at least. Charlie frowned. He doubted that Artemis was even aware that she was singing out loud. Now wasn’t the time to ask her about it, as much as he wanted to.

“And if a double decker bus crashes into us…”

Charlie blinked. Surely he’d misheard that lyric.

“To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”

Maybe he hadn’t misheard. What kind of song was this?

“And if a ten-tonne truck,” Artemis continued to sing under her breath, “kills the both of us—”

“Well, that’s Christmassy,” Charlie muttered. He had said it more to himself than to Artemis, but she must have heard him, because she stopped singing.

“What is?” she asked, taking her head off the window to turn and look at him.

“Your song.”

“What song?”

“The one you were just singing along to.”

“I was singing a song?” Artemis’ nose wrinkled as she asked her third question, and Charlie nodded in response. “What song was I singing?”

“I don’t know. Muggle song, I think. Had a car in it,” Charlie shrugged, not wanting to really go into the details of the lyrics. They seemed too personal, somehow. “Lots of death and misery, too.”

“Oh. Festive.”

“Exactly.”

They were quiet for a bit longer, as Artemis fiddled with the volume of the radio to turn it back up, before turning it down again after a few more bars of choral music played through the speaker.

“Rubbish,” she whispered. “There’s much better Christmas songs than this one.”

“We can play some tomorrow, if you like. We have a wireless. Mum will want to listen to Celestina Warbeck in the evening, but I’m sure no one will mind if you want-”

“Does she do that every Christmas?”

“Yeah, it’s her thing,” Charlie nodded. “She loves Celestina Warbeck, and she’s so busy the rest of Christmas getting things ready, like the food and the presents for everyone. It’s the one thing she does for herself, you know?”

“Sort of,” Artemis replied. “How do you normally do Christmas?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what happens in your house at Christmas?”

“Oh, right. Well, usually Ginny wakes everyone up super early — she’ll get you up early, too, I’m afraid — and we go downstairs to open stockings. Then we play games and stuff until lunchtime, then after that we open presents. There’s a lot of food, so you’ll be happy.”

“Bill said there would be pigs in blankets.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Charlie half-laughed, half-frowned. “Do you not have them at your… Where do you normally go for Christmas?”

“My aunt and uncle’s,” Artemis told him. “Aunt Tina doesn’t like anything with pigs in it. She doesn’t really like Christmas that much, either, she just does it for mine and Uncle Newt’s sake, more than anything.”

“So it’s just the three of you normally?”

“And mum, sometimes. She doesn’t like Christmas at all, so usually she stays back at her house.”

“Do you have any cousins or anything?”

“Yeah, but they all live in America. I’ve not actually met them before, except for my grandma and granddad, and Newt and Tina’s son and his family. They came to visit one year when I was little. They were nice.”

“What about on your dad’s side?”

“My other granddad died in the war. I never met him,” said Artemis, drawing her legs up onto the seat. “And my grandma lives in a house for old Muggles. She has to have people look after her because she’s so forgetful. One time when she was looking after me, she flooded her whole house. I mean, it was fine, I just floated on a rug. But after that she wasn’t allowed to live by herself anymore.”

“Do you see her often?”

“Not since Jacob went missing. She never really remembered who we were, anyway.”

Charlie said nothing. He’d been surrounded by family all his life. He couldn’t imagine not having them around, especially not at Christmas.

There were more questions he wanted to ask Artemis, but in his peripheral vision he could see that she was drawing her legs ever closer to her chest, and moving head restlessly to look out of the window, even though there was nothing to be seen. She’d had enough of this conversation, he could tell.

“If you like,” he said, as breezily as he could muster, “you can have my pigs in blankets.”

“Really? Don’t you like them?”

“I do,” Charlie laughed quietly, “but I like you more.”

“It’s fine. I like you more than I like pigs in blankets, too,” Artemis said. Charlie made a shocked expression with his face, and she giggled. “More than pigs in blankets. Less than Bakewell tarts.”

“I’m not sure whether to be offended or not by that.”

“You shouldn’t be. I don’t like anyone more than I like Bakewell tarts.”

Charlie looked at Artemis, who smiled guilelessly at him and shrugged her shoulders, making him chuckle. At Artemis’ feet, there was doleful miaow.

“Obviously, I don’t mean you, Fergus,” she said, reaching down to put a finger through the metal door of the cat basket in the footwell. She turned to glance over her shoulder at Bill, still fast asleep, before opening the basket. “Come on. You can sit here for a bit.”

The marmalade-coloured body of Artemis’ cat Fergus emerged from the footwell, and Charlie shook his head as the cat made himself comfy around Artemis’ shoulders, purring loudly.

“Quiet, mate,” Charlie whispered, his eyes flicking to Bill’s reflection in the rear-view mirror. “You don’t want to wake up the Fun-Auror.”

Artemis grinned and stifled a yawn as she settled back into her seat. Charlie said nothing. She looked tired, and she’d need some rest to enjoy Christmas to the full, as she deserved to do. He didn’t mind driving without company for a while.

A pair of socked feet appeared on the dashboard to Charlie’s left, and a quiet hum resumed from the passenger seat. It sounded like the same song as before, but a different refrain this time.

“There is a light and it never goes out...”

Charlie smiled to himself as he listened to Artemis’ voice fade, watching the car’s headlights illuminating their path home.

#artemis hexley #charlie weasley #hp fanfic #hphm fic #charlie weasley x oc #al writes #the lights that never go out #thank you morrissey

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icepixie · 6 months

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Lower Decks 4x10 (season finale)

I liked this a lot! All the threads from earlier in the season tied together neatly (but not obnoxiously neatly), and I very much liked that Mariner's situation felt like one she'd been in and made different choices in before (e.g., going with Petra), but was now reacting differently as a result of her growth this season. It was nice to hear her say "I still believe in the mission," since she so often has tried to hide that but it's so, so obvious that she does. It worked well with her conversation with Ma'ah in the last episode.

Something I feel has been overlooked a bit in the fandom is Captain Freeman's tremendous character development this season. We really got to see how much of a smart, determined, thinking-outside-the-boxish rebel-for-a-good-cause she is, and how she absolutely influenced her daughter, holy hell, they are two peas in a pod. I really liked that she got to either engineer the solution to the problem of the week or be a key part of it in almost every episode. It's so easy in something focused on characters lower down in the hierarchy to make the higher ranking characters idiots so the main characters can shine. Lower Decks has deftly avoided that this year, not only with Carol but also Ransom and Shax, who each have things to teach our lower deckers. It's nice to see the lower decks crew still needing to learn things from their superiors.

It seems obvious next season is going to focus on Tendi, which I am not mad about, as the kids say. Leaning into her Orion-ness made her a vastly more interesting character, so I'm looking forward to more of that. Her "You've got this" at the end was probably just psyching herself up for something she didn't want to do, but a small part of me wonders if Starfleet took the opportunity to turn her into a double agent/spy. Would be a nice counterpoint to the narrative's renewed belief in the Starfleet mission here. More like, "We still believe in the mission, but damn, you guys fuck up sometimes," which is a very Lower Decks sentiment.

The Locarno/Paris conversation between Rutherford and Boimler was hilarious. "Um, the Maquis would like a word" was even more hilarious. Locarno maybe should have studied up how non-hierarchical organizations work rather than trying recreate Starfleet, but with him as Admiral-in-Chief.

There were other fun bits here and there, but I think those are the highlights for me.

#lower decks #star trek: lower decks #lower decks spoilers

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mockingjayne12 · 10 months

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my first lucifer watch throwback: 22 september 2021

#chloe decker #linda martin #ella lopez #trixie espinoza #mazikeen smith #amenadiel #eve #carol corbett #lucifer #lauren german #rachael harris #aimee garcia #scarlett estevez #lesley ann brandt #db woodside #inbar lavi #scott porter

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