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creativespark · 4 months

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Chris Mann

#art #painting #chris mann

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ratatoskryggdrasil · 10 months

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Chris Mann

#Chris Mann #painting #couch

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operafantomet · 3 months

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...God give me courage to show you, you are not alone...

(the Final Lair hug in the Restaged Tour)

John Owen-Jones, Katie Hall and Simon Bailey, UK

Earl Carpenter and katie Hall, UK

John Owen-Jones, Katie Hall and Simon Bailey, UK

Mark Campbell and Julia Udine, US

Quentin Oliver Lee and Eva Tavares, US

Cooper Grodin (?) and Julia Udine, US

Quentin Oliver Lee and Eva Tavares, US

Derrick Davis and Emma Grimsley, US

Derrick Davis and Katie Travis, US

Chris Mann and Katie Travis, US

Josh Piterman and Amy Manford, Australia

#final lair #phantom of the opera #the restaged tour #john owen jones #katie hall #mark campbell #julia udine #quentin oliver lee #cooper grodin #eva tavares #emma grimsley #derrick davis #chris mann #katie travis #josh piterman #amy manford #oi! a lot of photoshopping and identical background here

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fantasticinternetparadise · 7 months

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Kenny Rogers

#chris mann #chris mann art #chrismannart

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d-criss-news · 2 years

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Darren's reply and Comments on Darren's Instagram post (October 7th, 2022)

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holyherringmuffinapricot · 1 year

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#etsy #amazon #america #canada #ebay #etsyseller #etsydecor #etsyshop #germany #chris mann #newyear #home decor

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blueeyeddarkknight · 1 year

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Val getting along with directors on set 🎬🎥 (take that Hollywood scum).

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gothidecorem · 6 months

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Apparently my gifs are too large to post so here are some stills from the Heat edit I just made

#heat #heat 1995 #neil mccauley #vincent hanna #lieutenant vincent hanna #chris shiherlis #Michael cheritto #robert de niro #al pacino #val kilmer #tom sizemore #michael mann

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tygerland · 15 days

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Blackhat (2015)

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weheartchrisevans · 2 years

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New/old portrait of Chris Evans by Mark Mann for TIFF in 2014. (x)

#chris evans #mark mann #tiff #portrait #instagram

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melis-writes · 2 years

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HEAT (1995) dir. Michael Mann.

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ratatoskryggdrasil · 10 months

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Chris Mann

#Chris Mann #painting

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operafantomet · 2 months

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THE PHANTOM'S MASKS IN THE RESTAGED TOUR

ROW 1: UK. The first Restaged Tour masks has distinct dark contouring, especially around the eye. The mask had fairly sharp angles and a structured surface. Note the eyebrow design too! For Red Death the mask was a double one, covering both sides of the face, but during the scene it split down the middle to create a golden half-mask. This feature was discontinued in the US. Depicted: Richard Woodford and John Owen-Jones.

ROW 2: US, early in the tour. Mark Campbell and Chris Mann started out with masks with the dark contouring, but it seems to have been toned down during Mann's run. The Red Death mask was in style the same as in the UK, but worn as a half-mask from the start of the scene.

ROW 3: US, later in the tour. From around the time Derrick Davis joined the Restaged Tour phantoms wore a mask with less distinct contouring, but still very structured surface. The Red Death mask was the same as described above.

ROW 4: Australia. Principal Josh Piterman wore a mask closely modeled after the West End ones, with smoother surface, a distinct eyebrow and blush highlight. The hairdo was changed from the "Superman lock" to more pulled backwards, also affecting the overall look of the mask. The Red Death mask had also changed from the patterned one to a golden version of his regular mask (in tune with the whole costume design change).

ROW 5: Australia. u/s Raphael Wong wore the same mask style as Josh Piterman, but his mask got a slightly more golden touch. The Red Death mask was the same as described above.

#phantom of the opera #restaged tour #richard woodford #john owen jones #chris mann #derrick davis #josh piterman #raphael wong #the phantom's mask #red death #restaged tour costume rant #just an old tag i use for costume purpose

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itcanbefilmed · 1 year

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Blackhat (Michael Mann, 2015)

#michael mann #chris hemsworth #blackhat #heat 2 #tang wei

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cottagecheese1 · 1 year

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a headcanon where Mob boss lyod hansen meeting stripper reader in a club, who is a secretly an assassin from another mafia group and she is trying to kill him

Secret

Plot: a young assassin gets assigned a new mission, but with one of the most dangerous men in the state, the only solution is to try to fool him at his daily Night club which doesn't end up as planned.

Warnings: non consensual touching, dirty talking, teasing, talks of spanking, a little bit of man handling, smut but not a lot, thigh riding

"I told you I'm not doing it! What part about that do you not understand?!"

I took a deep breath in and Paced around my bedroom. Closing my eyes while rubbing my temple and pausing trying to process the irritated voice on the other side of the phone.

"You will do this misson [name], you will do it or, you can turn in your badge and give all your gear to me. If that's not what you want then I suggest you get it done. I'll send you the information."

He yelled at me frustratingly. his voice getting higher as he yelled through the phone, we've been going at this for about an hour now, and I will not back down.

I mean that's until he basically threatened me with firing me. He told me I need to do this because this guy is important and we need him out of the way or something like that.

What was his name again? Lance?, Landen?, Larry? It's all the same thing anyway. He's probably just a douche bag. I started yelling again.

"Wait n-"

And at that he hung up the phone, and a text popped up on my phone, to see a picture of a guy and a document, great now I don't have a choice.

I groaned and looked down at my phone in annoyance. Lloyd hansen? Wasn't that the guy with Sierra six or someone like that?

A started to read the document, so where would a guy like him be like anyway. Solitary confinement?

But the last thing I expected was a strip club. I know he's a guy and all, but wouldn't he have more important things to do Then watch woman dance in practically nothing?

So I'm going undercover...wait as a stripper? Not even a waitress the one where I have to have the least amount of clothing on?

I paused for a moment until I heard my door bell ring. Who could possibly need me at this time of day?

I opened the door, and looked down to find a package with a note on the front. 'Hope you enjoy your mission' what could that be? I grabbed the box and took it to my room, and opened it.

I pulled out a light pink bra with a white Lacey mini skirt and white knee high socks with a bow placed at the top of each of them.

Um does he expect me to wear this? In front of this pervert? But I mean unless I don't wanna keep my job, I have to do this. It'll probably be over in a minute anyway.

4 hours later

I hug my body as I walk down the crowded street with a thick jacket on. I look up to see a bright pink neon sign with flashing lights that says 'girls, girls, girls' how original. I look over to see a door that says 'employees only' I walk over and try to open the door. It's locked.

I knock on the door and a woman with short brown hair and a nice button up shirt opens it, and they must have recognized me because they didn't check for any ID or qualification. Oh well.

She walks over to me and pulls out a gun handing it to me.

"Here, he's in the VIP section on the couch you'll see him. We reserved a stage for you, you're up in 10 minutes, so get ready."

And at that she walked away. 10 minutes? I should get ready then.

Take off my coat, and brush my hair out. Fixing the lip gloss, and the light mascara slightly smudged against my eye. Easy fix, I look down at my clock and realize I only have 4 minutes left. Shit.

I run out to the back of the stage, and take a deep breath. Wait, I don't know how to pole dance? I quickly take a look at the other girls and see them basically doing the same thing. Ok I guess I'll just slide around, and try to act sexy, or whatever that means.

Walking out on the stage; I take a quick look around. Everyones looking at me. Suddenly the music starts playing. I jump slightly, and make my way over to the shiny pole. It's fine right? I'll just copy what the other girls do.

Glancing over, to the VIP section I see that guy? Lloyd I'm pretty sure. I end up staring at him I mean who wouldn't he looks way better in person then in the pictures.

His porn star mustache, and his broad muscular figure was to suiting for him. I attempt to dance a little more. And the music finally stops, I walk off the stage and try to walk past him.

He grabs my arm and looks me up and down seductively, I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. He's hot though.

"Do you give private dances princess?"

I look down at him at smile Slightly and touched his arm.

"Of course, follow me"

He smiled and grabbed your hand, the size difference was huge; I weirdly felt weak and vulnerable. Now I was really nervous.

Luckily I already knew where the private rooms were, I opened the door, and led him in. I turned around, getting situated.

I heard a door close behind me, and arms wrap around my waist. I could feel his breath against my ear softly chuckling.

"You're not a dancer are you?"

I paused and stood still

"Um I don't know what you mean sir, I-"

"Don't lie to me sunshine, I know you're a good girl, so act like it would you?"

Shit. Maybe I can still play it off.

"I really don't know what you're talking about sir, I-I don't know what you want from me."

He tucked my hair behind my hair, and looked down at my with a smug look on his face.

"Don't play dumb sweetheart, I know your lying to me, except I don't know why, so be a good girl, and just confess to me hm?"

Well my covers blown now. Pulled a gun out of the top of my skirt, kicked him in the stomach, and pointed it at him.

He chuckled, and started to circle me

"Thought you were a good girl princess, I think you deserve a spanking don't you think?"

What the fuck was this guy on? I need him alive, but I couldn't focus with the warmth in between my legs spreading throughout my entire body. I squished my thighs together, which apparently did not go unnoticed.

"Aw honey I know you're dressed like a slut, but I didn't know you actually were one"

He grabbed me by the waist, and yanked the gun from my hand. He was way bigger, and stronger then me; no way I could fight him off, but I tried.

After trying to kick him multiple times, and wrench my body out of his grip, he threw me to the ground, he smacked my head against the wall, and then eventually. I gave up.

I sunk Into his body, and let him throw me on the couch, I was to tired to fight back.

"I know you're tired princess, and I hate to hurt you pretty girl, but you need to learn your place don't you baby?"

I leaned back, but still after all that; I could feel the warmth in between my legs growing.

He grinned and sat down on the couch next to me stroking my leg he put me in his lap and kissed me softly. He pulled away and started to play with my hair.

"And I'll even forgive you..But for all the trouble you caused me, you have to cum for me right now.

My eyes widened, he chuckled, and grabbed my waist putting me on his thigh.

"What? You thought I didn't see you squeezing your pretty thighs together like a whore?"

I felt his thigh flex against me, I let out a tiny moan. I unconsciously started grinding against his muscular thigh. It felt so good; I couldn't stop even I'd I tried.

"Mm that's it pretty girl grind against me, you're so good for me aren't you?"

At this point I was desperate for a release, I moaned louder and tried to push myself into him more.

"I know, I know, keep going you're being such a good girl, I'm so proud of you princess"

He stroked my face, and pushed his fingers past my lips. And started sucking on my tits. I instantly wrapped my lips around his fingers, and sucked on them. Grinding harder onto his thigh While hanging onto his broad shoulders.

"That's it keep sucking, you have such pretty lips princess"

I felt a warmth in my stomach building up slowly, I moaned around his fingers, and dug my hips in his thigh.

"M gon cum"

My voice was muffled by his fingers in my mouth

"Go ahead sunshine"

He rubbed my waist up and down, I felt a tight warmth in my lower stomach building up, and then released.

He stroked my head, and kissed my forehead smiling.

"you did so good princess, I know naive little girls like you have a hard time knowing what there place is, but it's ok I'll always be here to remind you baby doll"

He laid me down on the couch, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"I gotta go honey, but I mean you did make a mess on me, so I have business, and get a new pair of pants, I'll see you later [name] maybe I'll visit you again hm?

I laid down on my side, and curled up when a thought interrupted me. Wait? I never told him my name? Now that I think about it. I've seen him a lot of places I've just never gave him a second glance. Has lloyd been stalking me?

A/n:Hope you liked that guy's, I'm trying to post as much as I can, but I've been busy, so please bare with me!

Masterlist

#gray man #grey mann #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #chris evans #chris evans x reader #my fic

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power-chords · 9 months

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Gray suit, white shirt, Mr. Anonymous, moving with precision as he browses the engineering section and selects the book Hanna now holds in his hand. Self-contained, focused, alert. Neil flips pages back and forth. The camera angle shows electronic microphotography of various kinds of steel.

Michael Mann & Meg Gardiner, Heat 2, 2022

And how curious, what a distance he sought to travel from the grating sound of that c-h with its breadth of reference, its guttural history and culture, those heavy hallway smells and accents—from this to the unknown x, mark of mister anonymous.

Don DeLillo, Underworld: A Novel, 1997

Hanna was haunted by dreams, dead bodies at a long table looking at him. They didn’t say anything. Their look imposed obligations. (Mann & Gardiner)

Ever in search of the father who disappeared, Delmore bade everyone call him by his first name. His name was the first contradiction to engage his poetic sensibility; it was not the name of a "nice Jewish boy." [...] Lou Reed, his former student, may know the truth: the writer who wrote a timeless story framed as a movie was named after Frank Delmore, a dancer in silent films. Perfect, for Schwartz's consciousness danced through towering, flickering images. His name was emblematic of concerns he explored in his work: generational divides between immigrants and their American-born children, tensions between old-world values and American social aspirations, the old manners and a brash new culture that celebrated the breakdown of class divides and made a liberating religion of artistic endeavor. [...]

Words read for decades or centuries are never erased. Schwartz once said that his subject was "the wound of consciousness." He was a dazzling writer whose work captures the quicksilver mercury of time, the enormous weight of anguish, and the exaltation of finding meaning in what might have been lost sadness and desperate waste. Irving Howe said that Schwartz "found a language for his parents' grief," but the story transforms history, place, and character into primal truth.

Jayne Anne Phillips, "The Wound of Consciousness: An Introduction to 'In Dreams Begin Responsibilities,'" The Iowa Review, 2014

#history is a nightmare etc etc.....#you know he probably would have kept me and everybody else fooled if he had not been so shamelessly overt with the book’s allusions #and chris shiherlis spouting full blown yinglish lmao. michael mann I’m in your walls #heat 2 midrash

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