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thedrown · 2 years
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Batman: Beyond
Some doodles n sketches I made the other day
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When I was first starting out with writing I was told to be wary of putting my characters through too much trauma, danger, etc. because it's not believable. It's not realistic to see one character go through various types of trauma over and over again. And I took that advice real seriously for a while...
Until I saw Spencer Reid in Criminal Minds because that bitch be going through it regularly. Like, I know the whole team has their fair share of hell, but I have never seen a character more accurately fit the Damsel-in-Distress archetype so perfectly. Damn.
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toweroftickles · 11 days
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Batman Beyond Tickle Headcanons
Gotham Case File #489B-KRL
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Maxine “Max” Gibson
Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Soles, Hips
Despite her lack of superpowers, a skilled fighter who won't hold still. She kicks and punches.
Will agree to anything he wants if Terry playfully tickles her. This doesn't happen often but she enjoys it when it does. Far more tolerant of this from Terry than from others.
Sometimes pokes Terry in the ribs when he's being too serious.
Hates her tickle laugh…she thinks her throaty cackles make her sound like an old lady. This bothers her more than tickling itself.
Always fights back skillfully during tickle wars. Her intelligence, strategic mind, and competitive streak serve her well and bring out her playful edge.
Her go-to move in a tickle fight is to pinch the sides.
Displays plenty of snark and sass regardless of her position.
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Inque
Ticklishness Rating: 9/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs, Thighs
Liquid morph makes tickling of any kind impossible. Matter phase distortion field is necessary to keep her in a human state.
Unused to most physical sensations, owing to near-constant viscous form. Very low tolerance for pain…and, as it turns out, for tickling.
Begs and pleads for mercy almost immediately. She’s completely crippled by tickle torture. Will surrender any information without much resistance...easy target for interrogation.
A seductress with very physical inclinations and a penchant for younger men, she occasionally enjoys playfully tickling them in her efforts. Sharp fingers would make effective tools.
Shows expert skills in teasing, taunting, and toying with her foes. A skillful tickler, if given the opportunity.
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Melanie Walker/10
Ticklishness Rating: 7/10 (unfortunate lack of numerical synergy)
Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Toes
Timid reactions: pouty, moaning giggles and submissive squirms.
Covers her face a lot.
Obviously uncomfortable with being tickled - the activity distresses her somewhat.
Lack of childhood friends & normal familial bonds may have created emotional distance from tickling. Shows no propensity toward it...the thought simply doesn't amuse her or occur to her naturally (and she certainly doesn't want to provoke any revenge).
Consequently not very fun to tickle.
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Dee Dee Twins
Ticklishness Rating: 10/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Arches of Feet, Belly Buttons, Armpits
Ruthless tickle fanatics. Love to hold down (or tie up) and tickle their victims without pity.
Giggle and laugh wickedly at the mere mention of tickling.
Sadistically tickled/wrestled one another growing up, and still do.
Active online “community” members. Each has a secret stash of tickling videos & fanfics that they think the other is oblivious to.
Switches through and through, but unable to handle doses of their own medicine for long. Low resistance. Violently kick and struggle.
Claim to have "gotten it from (their) Nana Harley."
Hobby: Spouting off dad jokes and terrible puns whilst forcing their captives to laugh. This usually involves either nitrous oxide or tickle torture.
Favorite tickle tools: their fingers, backscratchers, Wartenberg wheels
Add. Notes: Contact information exchanged with the twins. They showed more enthusiasm to join my research assignment than any other subjects encountered so far. Request funds to hire interns.
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Terry McGinnis/Batman
Ticklishness Rating: 6/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Abs, Ribs
More ticklish than one would expect; less ticklish than one would hope.
Not overly physically affectionate; more rough-and-tumble from growing up as a gang punk. Doesn’t really tickle anyone except Max.
More mildly-irritated by tickling than anything else. Not sensitive enough for it to be a major deterrent.
Once bound and tickle-tortured by Dee Dee in the hopes of getting information about the Batcave. (Their methods proved ineffective.)
Add. Notes: Highly-advanced WayneTech exosuit taps into the user's central nervous system, inhibiting pain and increasing reflex speed. Practical applications obvious. Reverse-engineer at earliest opportunity.
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frogfrog557 · 2 months
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My taste is not that bad-
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Oh…😭😭😭😭
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1990jeevas · 1 year
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hello i would like to know about ur oc’s! you can pick which one(s) :]
eeeee!!! okay erm ill just give an overview of the ocs i named in my tags bc i like never talk about my ocs so idk whats worth saying or not 😭😭
anyways out of the 4 ocs i named, maxine, claire and jack r (more or less) self inserts but carmen was originally made as a self insert for misfits and he was the love interest for isak's (@/salfishergender) oc, maxwell, but then him and max were moved to a different au which we worked on with trinket (@/dapsie) that had nothing to do with pre-existing media
that asideeee erm
claire monreau: wednesday self insert, shipped with tyler bc im insane about him <3 claire is a student at nevermore ofc, she is a werewolf and has probably been attending for like a year before wednesdays arrival at the school. they dye their hair a lot but their staple is usually a dark red color. she's mixed race (filipino/white), kinda short, bisexual demigirl she/they user and a leo. they're like. an aggressive mom friend tbh. always making sure their friends dont get into serious trouble but also threatening them for being stupid in public. her and tyler r lovesick and gross bc i said so
james "jack" dixon: twd oc who is (once again) the love interest of isak's oc, farren. also related to daryl and merle dixon if the last name didnt make it obvious. he's a tall, dirty white boy with long hair brown hair, he/they bisexual. total hot head but also a hopeless romantic, will cry if you genuinely praise him. does a lot of taxidermy, cooking, skinning animals for food + tanning hydes and other unhinged malewife things.
maxine walker: creepypasta oc from when i was literally like 10 years old but i wont let her go. any pronoun using queer gf for ticci toby. tbh her original design is kinda a toby rip off but ive been revamping her recently and she's got long brown hair (although sometimes i give her masc haircuts and ohhh she slays), wears a skin tight turtle neck with no sleeves and like black or dark green cargo pants and she also wears these like steam punk goggles around her neck most of the time. carries around a bat to bash peoples heads in bc she's fucked up idk. theyre pretty bubbly tho and mostly just like to do their job Well (bc theyre a proxy obvi, i made this bitch almost a decade ago) and be chaotic with others. him and toby r probs codependent but when r my ocs and their love interests ever Not
carmen fuller: he/they queer (reoccurring theme), the definition of confident gay and he makes it everyones problem. loves to flirt, loves to be a cocky asshole, will argue with anyone and everyone but also is soft for his bf <3 how cringe of him
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t-bombs · 2 years
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I referred to Axel’s AirWalking as him ‘defying gravity’ and now I need an encounter/fight between him and Maxine Hunkel/Cyclone.
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stayliquidarchive · 7 months
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tag dump. don't mind me, just redoing these.
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mitjalovse · 1 year
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Carlos Santana has a career that moves within a variety of idioms, though he remains a rock musician at heart. Sure, he appears on many jazz fusion records, yet he always puts some of his rock stylings in these proceedings. That makes his collaboration with Herbie Hancock on Monster weird, since you can't really locate much of the rock idiom there. To be honest, you can't find jazz there either. Actually, I am quite happy to hear Herbie Hancock did some LPs, where he discarded his genre and which probably pissed off most of his audience. Nonetheless, there's something admirable about someone like him doing something like this, more musicians should do this more often. And the fact that he convinced Santana for this? Even better.
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starscribes · 5 months
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StarScribes Introduction
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About Me
Star (she/her)
Married
Middle School Teacher
I have a lot of responsibilities and don't get much time to myself but when I do I spend that time watching TV, writing, reading, playing D&D, playing video games (the Sims 4), and spending casual time with my family
US located
I used to be @houndsofcorduff but then I disappeared and started a simblr blog and now it's time to get on writeblr again
Writing
Mostly fantasy of varying levels, although I have dabbled in science fiction (I like to watch sci-fi more than write it - that's where my name came from actually, the Stargate franchise)
My favorite author is Brandon Sanderson
No, I don't think I'll ever publish anything, just scribe vibing
I love worldbuilding, magic system building, monster building, etc
Warning: I rarely finish anything I start
Blog
Ask game, tag game, ask, etc friendly
Reblogging stuff I like about writing
Posting snippets of my own writing
Participating in Nanowrimo (buddy me: stargatetribe)
Main/Simblr: @starandsims
Thanks for visiting and learning about me!
WIPs under the cut
Current WIP
Crescent Unbound - A stand-alone fantasy novel following Astrid Vale, a girl left orphaned by the last battle between good and evil. 20 years later she awakens an artifact with great power, it whispers of the return of evil. She must return it to the Chosen One so that it can be used to banish evil once again, but the quest is not as easy as it may seem.
Main Series: The Destiny Chronicles
Overall Synopsis: A generational series that follows a variety of supernatural beings: The Devlins (monster hunters); Seers (see the future), Sandmen (travel/control dreams), Mages (control a variety of magics), Cruth (control elements), and hybrids. Follows certain individuals chosen by Destiny to stop a great evil, and involves a lot of crossover until the end when everyone meets up for the big bad battle.
Book One: Retrospection - 1976 Earth - Russell Walker is a 16-year-old Seer dating Alexis Devlin a 16-year-old monster hunter. When she reveals his identity as a Seer and subsequently explains he's being hunted by a Seer-eating monster, they run away together - unfortunately not to fall in love but rather to save his life.
Book Two: Otherworld - 2007 Otherworld - Maxine Devlin was born into a family of monster hunters, but after 17 years she still hasn’t been allowed to fulfill that role. She has read every journal her ancestors have written and knows everything there is to know about monsters…or so she thinks. After her uncle and cousin go missing, she takes it upon herself to investigate and find them. Very quickly she finds herself in over her head as she travels to a dimension called Otherworld, where she discovers there is much more to magic than she once assumed.
Book Three: Shades of Night - 2010 Shadow - Sebastian Devlin has been to other dimensions before - technically just the one other than the one he was born in. That doesn't make it any easier though when he's dragged through a portal by the monster he's hunting. On his own this time, he'll have to find a way home, if that's even possible. Before he can do that though, he'll have to solve this new dimensions monster problem.
Book Four: Lost in Atlantis - 2011 Atlantis - The Devlin family is back together on a special mission to search the dimension of Atlantis for a particularly dangerous monster - the one that's been hunting Sebastian. The dimension of Atlantis has been abandoned for centuries, but almost immediately they find a single survivor, an impossible face from the past.
Book Five: Vengeance at the Door - 2013 Earth - Sebastian Devlin the monster hunter has become the hunted, chased across multiple states and dimensions by a horrifying visage either of his imagination or reality. Now in Boston, he's just trying to live off the radar of any monster or creature. As the patients at the mental hospital where he works begin to see the same visages he's been seeing, does he run again? Or get himself slaughtered?
Book Six: Heartwood - 2015 Shadow - Janina Heartwood is a good little sister, she picks food off of her brother's plate, puts leaves in his hair, sticks up for him, and trusts him to the edge of the world. After a mysterious man reveals that her brother, Jake, is adopted and descended from a line of monster hunters called the Devlins, she follows him to another dimension to protect him. Now she, Jake, and her boyfriend, Ethan, find themselves trying to destroy an evil entity known as the Sluagh. Janina fights shapeshifters, gremlins, pirates, and more to protect her brother, but will it be enough?
Book Seven: Bring Me a Dream - 2015 Earth - Reynolds McNeil is a Sandman slowly turning into a Nightmare just trying to live out his final few months keeping his friends out of trouble and protecting his little sister from his scary world. Instead, he gets kidnapped and taken to an underground fight ring for augmented humans like himself.
Book Eight: Dream Treader - 2016 Unnamed Dimension - Rescued at the last second by their thought-to-be dead brother, Reynolds and Louie discover there's a lot more to their strange powers than they thought. Things continue to get complicated as they are hunted by a different kind of enemy determined to rid the world of Destiny's chosen - them and their friends.
Book Nine: Moonlight Dreams - 2017 multiple dimensions - Still on the run but now without their leader, Reynolds and his friends try to learn everything they can about why they're being hunted. In the process they rescue their leader, who now must accept that it's time to start the endgame and bring together all of Destiny's chosen before they're hunted down.
Book Ten: Among Infinities - 2017 Isfyd - Carson has lived his entire life in the middle of a Civil War, and most of that was on the wrong side. Although he's on the right side now there are few who believe he's anything other than a spy. When Carson discovers there is a real spy out there he must discover the spy's identity before he's found guilty himself.
Book Eleven: Diplopia - 2018 Isfyd - Carson, now a prisoner of his mother and in the process of resisting her brainwashing, discovers this isn't the first time she's brainwashed him or erased his memories. Exploring his memories and his old home reveals answers and more questions.
Book Twelve: Splintered Crown - 2019 Earth- Freshly rescued, Carson and his friends flee to Earth to find the one thing that can stop his mother and her army - a girl with no idea who she is or how to use her powers, and absolutely no interest in joining their rebellion.
Book Thirteen: Destiny - 2020 Earth - Earth is invaded by soldiers from Isfyd, it will take all of Destiny's chosen to defeat the great evil they've been waiting for. The Devlins, the McNeils, the Moons, and Carson and his friends are the only chance this dimension has. It's looking increasingly like it won't be enough.
Other WIPs
Hounds of Corduff - 1800s Isfyd - A four-book series following the three Cruth apprentices of Corduff as they battle with and against each other in the middle of propaganda and other lies forcing them each further away from the truth.
The Elder Mage - 1976 - 2015 Various dimensions - a series of short stories following Denham Moon, who some would call Earth's most powerful mage. He's been entrusted with bringing together Destiny's chosen at the appropriate time, but he's mostly just procrastinating since he's pretty sure he won't make it through that appropriate time.
Old Gods - a 9-book series following Em'het, a curious and multi-talented boy with great magics who fights the gods to save his family, but after several years of doing the same thing over and over again he wonders if there's a point to any of it if the gods he faces just keep getting stronger and smarter.
Prince of Fireflies - a TV series that follows teenage twins Charlie and Riley as they attempt to keep their younger brother Liam out of trouble with his mysterious light powers. They're mostly unsuccessful.
The Peculiar Adventures of Michael Mallory - an unnumbered book series that follows 9-year-old Michael Mallory after he sneaks aboard his older brother's spaceship. While in the process of trying to return Michael, Nicholas Mallory and his crew are attacked and forced to hyperjump without their navigation machines online. Now they're lost in space, who knows how far from home, and somehow raising a 9-year-old.
The Disappearing Place - just one book - 12-year-old Martin Ramsey has a bad habit of disappearing, blinking in and out of existence seemingly at random. His brother Bartholomew tries to help but ends up making things worse when he starts disappearing too. In a wacky time-traveling dilemma the brothers have to figure out what is happening and why to try and get back home, while continually randomly jumping in and out of time and space.
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astarions-bride · 21 days
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i don't know if your this far along but there is a scene where Walker basically sneaks into Maxine's apartment and i think it's so hot 🥵 even funnier in the scene he moves past the underwear drawer but you just know if he wasn't so desperate getting back at Brendan he would have inspected it more 💦
I haven't got there yet, darling 😔 but it sounds absolutely delightful
Just from what I've seen of Walker I definitely believe that he's a secret pervert. He's just so secretive and arrogant and sassy 😩👌 I love it
I totally believe that he would raid panty drawers and even steal a few. Would probably jerk off with them, too. Even if he was in a relationship with you he will be stealing your panties...sometimes while making direct eye contact
Also would absolutely snoop through all your stuff
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medium-observation · 10 months
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JUNE RELEASE!
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Monty Python's Spamalot - Kennedy Center May 18, 2023 - Medium Observation Video | Matinée
Cast: James Monroe Iglehart (King Arthur), Leslie Rodriguez Kritzer (The Lady of the Lake), Matthew Saldivar (Patsy/Guard 2), Rob McClure (The Historian/Prince Herbert), Jimmy Smagula (Sir Bedevere/Dennis's Mother/Concorde), Alex Brightman (Sir Lancelot/The French Taunter/Knight of Ni/Tim the Enchanter), Nik Walker (Sir Galahad/The Black Knight/Prince Herbert's Father), Michael Urie (Sir Robin/Guard 1/Brother Maynard), Michael Fatica (Ensemble), Kaylee Olson (Ensemble), Ryan Kasprzak (Ensemble), Phillip Attmore (Ensemble), Daniel Beeman (Ensemble), Maria Briggs (Ensemble), Eloise Kropp (Ensemble), Daniel May (Ensemble), Shina Ann Morris (Ensemble), Kristin Piro (Ensemble)
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Notes: Nice video of this hilarious show. Filmed from the orchestra. Lots of wideshots, which can lead to some washout at times. Beautiful zooms however on the cast (Alex Brightman fancam at times but it never takes away from the video!). Overall a great video of this Hilarious and perfect production.
NFT Date: December 1, 2023
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Video is $20
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Hadestown - First US National Tour May 20, 2023 - Medium Observation Video | Matinée
Cast: Colin LeMoine (u/s Orpheus), Hannah Whitley (Eurydice), Matthew Patrick Quinn (Hades), Nyla Watson (u/s Persephone), Nathan Lee Graham (Hermes), Belén Moyano (Fate 1), Cecilia Trippiedi (u/s Fate 2), Dominique Kempf (Fate 3), Racquel Williams (Worker), Jemal Lee Harris (Worker), KC Dela Cruz (s/w Worker), Ian Coulter-Buford (s/w Worker)
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Notes: Fantastic video of Colin's Orpheus Debut! there is a small head obstruction in the far left bottom that obstructs nothing but Hermes legs at times. This was a very unique and stressful show for the cast as they were down a worker and had everyone in the company on in the show. the show started almost 25 minutes late as they had to rehearse and change choreo. The lights hit in wait for me and the choreo change is quite fun to see and it's unique!
NFT Date: December 1, 2023
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Beetlejuice - First US National Tour February 19, 2023 - Medium Observation Video | Matinée
Cast: Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Britney Coleman (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Kate Marilley (Delia Deetz), Danielle Marie Gonzalez (Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Karmine Alers (Maxine Dean/Juno), Jackera Davis (Girl Scout), Matthew Michael Janisse (s/w Ensemble), Ryan Breslin (s/w Ensemble)
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Notes: Big head obstruction on the left side of the screen where the crib, and Charles room is. it's worked around fine, but it's there and can be very distracting at times. besides that it's a great 4k video and it's a unique one, because they had asl and captions so the cast had to stick on script, which led to some fun choreo improv!
NFT Date: December 1st, 2023
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theteasetwrites · 1 year
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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Chapter 99: In the Company of Angels
❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: major character death ❧ Word Count: 3.5k
❧ In This Chapter: The Commonwealth is saved in one last effort to defeat the herd. When the panic dies down, there is happiness, but not everyone will live to see another day.
❧ A/N: Second-to-last chapter! So this one is pretty short, but I wanted to write the time jump in the next chapter (aka the last chapter ahhh). I tried to add in some stuff to tie in Reader's father and some of the characters she was closest to. You might also notice that I purposefully made Reader kind of uncomfortable with the celebration (because I was uncomfortable with the celebration lmao). I just felt like it was kind of random and unrealistic (yes I am aware that there are zombies walking around, but within the context of the show, it's nice to have the way people behave be a little realistic). Idk the whole dinner scene didn't sit right with me, so I tried to convey that a little bit lol.
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Date: April 18, 2021
Time: Midnight
Our arrival to the Commonwealth was fraught with some… trouble. A herd had somehow gotten through the walls. Governor Milton’s orders were to direct the swarm to the lower wards, where the poor live. She’d also caught onto Mercer’s betrayal, imprisoning him. By the time we arrived, the walkers were flooding into the streets. We took the sewers through to Union Station, where a shootout ensued. Myself and many others were shot, and at this point my recollection fails me, but I’m told that at some point, Princess led a group to release Mercer from his prison. From there, Mercer and his guards snuck us into a safehouse in the Estates, where Pamela and the other elites were hoarding the last of the medicine. We lost Luke and Jules to the walkers. Lydia and Aaron had lost track of Jerry and Elijah in the herd, but they joined with us again by some miracle. Rosita found her daughter, Coco. She is safe, and so is Eugene, Yumiko, and Maxine. 
The estates have the luxury of walls to keep the walkers out, but it kept the Commonwealth citizens out, too. Pamela refused to open the gates, signing a death sentence for the unlucky ones who were locked outside. They were screaming, crying, and begging to be let inside, spared from the dead.
Father Gabriel Stokes took a stand, ignoring the guns pointed at him as he made his way to the gate, preparing to shoot the lock and let the people in to save their lives from the impending herd. Governor Milton commanded her guards to shoot him down, but a resounding voice stopped them. It was Alexandria’s own Daryl Dixon, bravely approaching the governor herself, no weapons drawn. His words were simple, but louder than any gunshot, and stronger, too. 
“Stop,” he said. “We all deserve better than this. You built this place to be like the old world, that was the problem. We’ve got one enemy. We’re not the walking dead.”
You paused for a moment, thinking of what to write next. It was most important that you wrote down exactly what Daryl had said, you figured. You supposed the rest now was living history, and you’d have to write more later, when you could collect your thoughts.
Daryl himself made his way over to you, looking just as dashing and brave as he did just a few hours ago now. As you sat up in your bed, he eyed you suspiciously. Hadn’t he just told you to rest? And yet there you were, etching hundreds of words into your journal, frantically writing down every thought that had come to you the past twenty-four hours. Everything that happened here tonight was important, and so much more was about to be underway. 
When you felt his gaze on you, you lifted your head from your journal. The letters were starting to make you dizzy anyway. “Yes?” you asked. 
A few men dressed head to toe in Commonwealth armor pushed past Daryl, carrying various boxes of explosives. It made you nervous, to say the least, but it was all part of the plan. Mercer’s plan. 
Daryl crossed his arms with a huff, coming forward to sit himself down beside your bed. He’d left a chair there for himself, marked rather obviously by his vest. “Thought you were gonna be restin’.”
“I am resting.”
“No, you’re writing.”
“Well, I can write and rest at the same time, can’t I?”
He narrowed his eyes at your left arm, still wrapped tight in its sling. “How you feel?”
“My arm hurts,” you sighed. “But I’ll be fine.”
Out of curiosity, Daryl leaned back in his chair, his neck craning to get a look at what you were writing. “I see my name,” he said, focusing on your familiar cursive writing. “What’re ya sayin’ about me?”
“Oh,” you sighed dramatically, “just about how… noble, and brave, and heroic my husband is.”
You swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Stop.”
“Why? It’s true. Besides, Robin and Westley will need to know how great their father is. It’s important, you know. And maybe someday they’ll have children of their own, and they’ll tell them about their… grandpa.”
Daryl shook his head. “Nah, no way. I’m not gonna be a grandpa.”
“Maybe you will,” you said with a shrug, and a mischievous grin. Sometimes, you got far too much enjoyment out of teasing him, but he was just so serious, and it was so fun to make that serious demeanor crumble, as it only really could for you. “It’s important to think about the future, about the consequences of all this.”
“All’s I know is what’s goin’ on right now. And right now it’s time to go, so get your journal.”
Indeed, the plan was ready. Aaron and some of the others had already diverted the herd, clearing a path for a truck to leave the estates and bring back the fuel. The plan was to light up the sewers, soak them in gasoline and lead the flame to the center of the estates, where the walkers would be corralled. 
You could hear it now, the music just starting. “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour. Fitting, you supposed. The lyrics didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that the music was loud enough to bring the walkers to the estates. When those mansions were going to blow up, you didn’t want to be anywhere near it. 
Everyone was loaded onto a truck, packed like a can of sardines and taken to the rendezvous point—one of the houses on the other side of town. By the time everyone had cleared the estates, the gates were left open, purposefully. The walkers poured in, death and decay taking over this once prosperous neighborhood. 
Everyone was far away when the music stopped, time suspended for what seemed like years, but it was only a few moments. Finally, a huge burst of flames, followed by waves upon waves of explosions dotting the estates, each triggering another until the whole district was bubbling with bright orange. 
Beneath the ground, the sewers were opening up, splitting the dirt to suck in hundreds of burning walkers, like Hell was opening up and taking back its creatures. When the first bursts of the explosions died down, the charred remains of the estates were filled with burning trees and the last of the walkers that could still walk as their rotten flesh burnt off their bones. 
From what you could see, the herd was eradicated. Still, you weren’t sure it was cause for celebration. The estates were destroyed, along with dozens of homes that could’ve housed the poor and the sick. Whatever food and resources those buildings had were reduced to smithereens before your very eyes. Not only that, but who knows how many people had died during the swarm? 
You didn’t share that sentiment with most of the others, though. 
Yumiko invited everyone from Alexandria to her house in the wee hours of the morning. For your part, you fell asleep on her couch, not knowing when you awoke that a grand feast was waiting for you in the afternoon.
It was Daryl’s hand that gently rocked your shoulder. “Come get somethin’ to eat,” he said, and you swore you were in a dream. 
The dining room was immaculate, with a meal of epic proportions splayed over the table, with more to spare on the kitchen counters, where so many familiar faces gathered around to serve themselves. You blinked hard, shaking your head as you looked towards your husband. “Am I awake?”
“Yeah,” he said, and you knew it must’ve been real—you could feel his hand pressed upon your lower back, then his lips grazing your cheek. “I’ll make ya a plate. Sit down.”
Despite its clear reality, you couldn’t escape the strange warm glow all around you. It felt like you were dead. Well, in Heaven, maybe. But you weren’t, you knew you weren’t. You were alive, but something felt too good to be true. Something was off. 
Across the dining room table, you felt Rosita’s eyes on you. She leaned closer, pointing her finger at your sling. “You all right?”
“Mhm.” Tentatively, you took a sip of red wine. It was the first you’d tasted of it in ages. Nine months pregnant, plus several more in which wine was the least important thing you could consume, so you didn’t. It felt strange to drink it now, but why not? Everything else felt so strange, anyway. “Are you?”
She rocked uncomfortably in her chair, but flashed a smile regardless. “Of course.”
Something was wrong. 
“Rosita—”
Maggie’s hand startled you as she touched your shoulder. Her green eyes widened as she let out a laugh. Were you the only one not happy?
As she sat beside you, she eagerly unfolded her napkin, then helped herself to a serving of mashed potatoes. How did anyone have the energy to prepare this meal? Nothing seemed right. 
“You were asleep for so long,” remarked Maggie. “I was worried you wouldn’t wake up.”
“Feels like I didn’t.” You were caught between reality and a dream. 
Daryl’s heavy presence loomed over you. He placed your plate in front of you—it was overflowing with ham and gravy and biscuits and salad and grapes… He’d given you far too much food for one person to eat. Still, you knew you would eat all of it with how hungry you were. 
“Thank you.” He shocked you for a moment, bending over to kiss the corner of your mouth. You looked at him suspiciously. “Am I in the Twilight Zone?”
“Eat your food,” he scoffed playfully. “‘Fore it gets cold.”
With a belly full of food, soon it became clear to you that there was no harm in celebrating what merriment there was for the time being. Pamela was imprisoned, the walkers were slain, the people were free. 
It was a beautiful dinner, the warm glow of the candles spread all over the table illuminating so many smiling faces. The world had changed so much since last night—darkness had given into light, and with the new day came a new era. It was on everyone’s breath. The cleansing fire had come again, as it had come so many times before. 
It was nothing new, you’d seen it before, so many, many times. 
Atlanta, the quarry, the CDC, the farm, the prison, the Kingdom, the Hilltop… As worlds ended, new ones were born. Even those worlds hadn’t really ever ended, you figured. It wasn’t even really a matter of things ending or beginning when it came down to it, it was a matter of continuing on, keeping those memories alive for as long as you could. That was the trick.
That was the celebration. A new beginning, once again. As many times as you’d felt it, you’d never get tired of that feeling. Hope, that’s exactly what it was. Hope for the future, for the world to become whole again.
The mission wasn’t over, you all knew that. The world was still broken, crumbling all around you, but there were pockets of wholeness, moments wherein everything became so perfect that it was hard to believe it was real. But it was real, and they were real. Your family was real. 
And yet, you couldn’t shake this feeling, as though the vibrant images that projected all around you were just figments of your imagination, like any second now you’d wake up and it would all have been some strange, long dream.
Maybe you’d awaken, having never met a man named Daryl, having never had his children. That was the worst thing you could imagine, so you willed it away from your mind as quickly as it came.
Instead, you dozed off for a while, thinking of all the voices you couldn’t hear amidst the celebrations. Strangely, you found yourself picturing a world in which your father could see all this. You hadn’t thought of him in so long, but a sudden wave of memory lost to time came flooding in.
The memory wasn’t one that had ever existed, at least, not in this lifetime. It was an image of a dinner much like this, but with everyone you’d come to know and love.
Rick, Michonne, Glenn, Beverly, Dale, Tara, Andrea, Tyreese, Beth… All the ones you lost were surrounded by some glowing aura, like they were angels. They were so bright and beautiful that you nearly squinted just to make our their features.
Your father, though, you saw particularly clearly. In your vision, he’d sit right across the table from Daryl. He’d know the happiness you had found with him, the true and innocent love he gave you. You knew above all else that he would’ve loved Daryl, too. He would’ve seen him as another son, and a great man.
In his lap would sit baby Westley, watching in fascination as his grandfather played peek-a-boo with the child, much to his wonder.
Robin would sit near him, too, laughing at one of Dale’s silly jokes. He’d impart some important lesson to her, and she’d listen closely, eager to learn from the wise man.
Aaron would pour a glass of wine for Eric, his one true love. You were sure your father would look on proudly, happy to know that Aaron was living the life he wanted with the man he loved.
Perhaps Rick would raise a toast, it seemed like the kind of thing he would’ve done. “To family,” he might say. “To hope, and to the future.”
Glenn and Maggie would laugh together like they used to. They’d have a hard time letting go of each other’s hands. You recalled they used to hold on until the last possible second.
Sophia and Carl would be so much bigger now. You’d hardly be able to recognize Sophia, but what a beautiful young woman she would’ve become. You’d reminisce with them about the times at the quarry, and how little they seemed in such a big, scary world.
As much as you hated to invite him to your perfect little tableau, you turned to look at Daryl, and you saw an inkling of Merle in that smirk he gave you. It had Daryl’s gentleness, but Merle was in him, too. You liked to think that, if he had lived to see this day, he’d have changed. Maybe he’d see the ignorance of his ways, and maybe, by some miracle, he’d be a good uncle to your children. Well, thank goodness it was just in your imagination.
“Hon?” Daryl’s raspy whisper made those faces disappear, but their essence still lingered. His warm hand laid tentatively over yours, until he gently squeezed it to get your attention. “You all right?”
“Yes,” you said with a smile. He felt some relief wash over him. For a second there, he worried you had already gotten tipsy from the wine. You were always a lightweight, but then again, you were terribly amusing when you were drunk. He would know. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”
His lips eased into a small smile. As his cheeks lifted, you admired his face, how beautifully sculpted it had been. Every detail, from the bags under his eyes to the slight slope of his nose, was your favorite—you couldn’t decide on just one. And his skin was so clear, so soft. The wine must’ve been getting to him a little, as you could see a glowing rosiness in his warm cheeks.
Though his black eye had only darkened, you still swooped his hair back, allowing you to see every perfect inch of him.
The fact that you were admiring him through hazy bedroom eyes did not go unnoticed.
“What’re ya thinkin’ about?”
Naughty things, mister Dixon.
“How happy I am,” you replied, opting for an innocent conversation instead.
His hand squeezed yours a little tighter. In this lighting, with the gold-tinted hue of the candles playing off your features, he couldn’t take his eyes off you if his life depended on it, and thank goodness it didn’t.
“Are you happy, Daryl?”
For the last eleven years, he’d been able to say yes. Why would that change today?
“Yeah. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, since you came along.”
He wished he had the more complex words to describe the way you made him feel, but simple platitudes spoken by many lovers before and many lovers after would have to do.
“I’d like it to stay like this forever,” you said. “Just frozen in time. I don’t ever want to forget this feeling.”
“You don’t have to… We keep it alive, you and me. Long as we live, and after.”
“And the people,” you added. “The people we lost, they’re still alive, right? We keep the fire burning for them.”
“That’s right, angel.”
Despite the euphoria you felt come over you, there was still that inkling of looming devastation floating around the room. It didn’t show itself immediately, but gradually, as the heady afternoon blended into the clarifying evening, your suspicions of impending tragedy proved to be correct.
Rosita shared the news, that horrible news you’d been dreading since she looked at you that way. You didn’t process it at first, it just sort of… sat there. She’d hid it so well all this time. The bite on her back was completely covered by her shirt and her hair, but nothing could hide the fact that the fever was coming, worsening and becoming stronger with each passing moment. Time was running out for her, and it felt so wrong.
In the bedroom where she laid, each and every one of you was given the unspoken opportunity to say goodbye. It was a beautiful room, perfect for Rosita. The walls were a pale blush color, with lovely pink roses in a vase by the door. Roses for Rosita, you thought, smiling through your tears as you sat upon the chair by her bed. 
She reached for your hand, and you took it with a gentle shake. Beside her was Coco, napping upon a bed of pillows. She was older than Wes, of course, but you couldn’t help but see her and wonder if one day the two of them would be friends. You hoped so. 
“Hey,” she said, her eyes struggling to keep open. She looked paler than usual, and you could tell by the redness under her eyes that the illness was taking its effect. It felt so cruel, so unfair. She had so much life left in her, and for it to be cut short so suddenly was nothing short of a tragedy. 
“Hi.” Even a single syllable word was not immune to your tears. Your voice cracked and faltered as you wiped your nose with your free hand. What were you supposed to say? There was so much to say to her. She was your friend. “I—I, um…” You shook your head, trying to compose yourself. “Rosita, nothing’s going to be the same without you.”
She smiled. “You’re going to be fine. You’re brave.”
You laughed at that. It seemed like just yesterday Rosita had called you weak. Now, it was just a humorous memory. “You’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever known.”
It was evident in the way it happened. She’d been bit saving Coco, her child. That, indeed, was the greatest act of bravery. “Will you… watch over Coco for me?”
You were choked up at this point, hardly able to speak without bursting. “I will,” you said with a fervent nod. “Of course. Always.”
“And, if you can,” she faltered a little, her eyes becoming hazy. You could tell she was on her way out, her voice having trouble coming through. “Tell Robin… about how badass we were, you and me.”
Your eyes widened a little. Of course, Rosita was “badass,” but you weren’t so sure that you were. “I sure will,” you snorted. “I’ll tell her all those stories.”
“I wish I could see her grow up…. Her and Coco, and Wes, too… All of them.”
“Hey,” you said, leaning forward to hug her. She was burning hot, so hot she was cold. “I’ll be your eyes and ears, okay? Everything I see, you’re gonna see it, too.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
It was so hard to say goodbye. 
That night, you closed your eyes to sleep, held tight by the same pair of strong arms that were made for you. They kept you safe, sheltered, but your mind still wandered.
You found yourself at that dinner table again, surrounded by all those you loved, and those you lost. Rosita was shining bright now. She held her baby in her arms. She looked like the Virgin Mary.
Her soothing face didn’t haunt you, it lulled you to a peaceful sleep. The death she’d been given was beautiful. You could only hope that someday, you’d die with your greatest loves beside you, and you’d see them again in some crazy woman’s vision.
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Random Inside No. 9 Thoughts
You know the drill, it's been a while so let's go!
The Devil of Christmas and Private View are so underrated and the best episodes of season 3
Viktor from Once Removed gives off homophobic gay vibes, like he claims to find gay people "weird" but only because he's heavily closeted
I also have this weird concept of Viktor and Lisgoe (TLOG) being cousins? I have no idea why that is, but the concept is there
How do people remember the names of every character Reece and Steve have played!? I can remember some (Len, Tommy, Hector, Varney, Tommo, Viktor, Carl, Stu, Chas, Joe, Warren, Clarke, Jim, Barnabus, Simon and I'm pretty sure one of them played someone called Greg) but for the rest I'm like "yeah, [x]'s character in [y]". How do y'all do it?
They should make an Inside No. 9 CD with a full version of Blue Jeans Baby, an extended version of Tears Of Laughter and a full version of Steve singing Shine by Take That. It could even include some of the covers from Empty Orchestra
For me, season 6 is the weakest but it's still good
And The Winner Is... and The Bill would make great 1-act plays
I am once against hoping Daniel Rigby's in season 9
You could point to any of Reece's characters and say "that's a homosexual" and I wouldn't be able to 100% disagree
The female actors working on Inside No. 9 are so underrated in the fandom, we've had the likes of Zoe Wanamaker, Maxine Peake and Nicola Walker just to name a few - I wish fans appreciated them more!
If this 9th season doesn't live up to my expectations I'm gonna feel so betrayed I can't lie. I'm sure it'll be amazing but... those guys better deliver
Sometimes I lowkey marvel at just how much Reece and Steve's work has influenced my screenwriting, like what would these things be had I never discovered Inside No. 9 and TLOG?
I wonder what Reece and Steve will do after season 9, will they collaborate on something again? Maybe not a TV series, but a film would be cool - not that I'm opposed to another TV series. I'm just hoping this isn't the last time they act/write together
Imagine if Charlie Brooker (writer for Black Mirror) collabed with Reece and Steve, that would be such a cool episode! Plus, a lot of actors that were in Black Mirror have been in Inside No. 9
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The 2024 Shortlist
The BBC’s 13th Annual Celebration of Audio Drama
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2023 marked the centenary year for audio/radio drama at the BBC. For 100 years of this unique genre, audio drama and comedy have provided enjoyment, diversion, illumination, insight and escape for listeners, evolving in approach and style as audio practitioners have responded to new ideas and technology with ingenuity, imagination and inspiration. These awards celebrate the creativity of actors, writers, directors, producers, musicians, sound designers and all who work in this vibrant art-form.
The winners will be announced on Sunday 24 March 2024 in a ceremony in the Radio Theatre at BBC Broadcasting House London. The winners of the Imison and Tinniswood Awards (judged and administered by the Society of Authors and the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain) will also be announced at this ceremony.
Best Original Single Drama
Benny and Hitch by Andrew McCaldon, producers Neil Varley and Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London
Churchill versus Reith by Mike Harris, producer Gary Brown, BBC Audio Drama North
Dear Harry Kane by James Fritz, producer Sally Avens, BBC Audio Drama London
Eat and Run by Paolo Chianta, producer Lorna Newman, BBC Audio Drama North
Rare Earth by Richard Monks, producer Nicolas Jackson, Afonica
Voices From the End of the World by Lucy Catherine, producer Sasha Yevtushenko, BBC Audio Drama London
Best Adaptation
The Age of Anxiety by W.H.Auden, adapted by Robin Brooks, producer Fiona McAlpine, Allegra Productions
Beowulf Retold based on the version by Seamus Heaney, producer Pauline Harris, BBC Audio Drama London
Bess Loves Porgy by Edwin DuBose Heyward, adapted by Roy Williams, producer Gill Parry, feral inc
The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper, adapted by Robert Macfarlane and Simon McBurney, producer Catherine Bailey, Catherine Bailey Productions and Complicite
If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino, adapted by Tim Crouch and Toby Jones, producer Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North
One Moonlit Night by Caradog Prichard, adapted by Rhiannon Boyle, producer Emma Harding, BBC Cymru Wales
Best Original Series or Serial
The 5000 by Sebastian Baczkiewicz, producers Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland
An Eye for a Killing by Colin Macdonald, producer Bruce Young, BBC Scotland
Flirties, written and produced by Jess Simpson, Audiocraft
There’s Something I Need to Tell You by John Scott Dryden and Misha Kawnel, producer Emma Hearn, Goldhawk Productions
The Tomb by Sebastian Baczkiewicz, producer Joby Waldman, Reduced Listening
Trust by Jonathan Hall, producer Gary Brown, BBC Audio Drama North
Best Actor
Hiran Abeysekera, Dear Harry Kane, director Sally Avens, BBC Audio Drama London
Max Irons, The Bronze Horseman, director Susan Roberts, BBC Audio Drama North
Toby Jones, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North
Lorn Macdonald, Confessions of a Justified Sinner, director Kirsty Williams, BBC Scotland
Tim McInerny, Benny & Hitch, director Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London
Tom Walker, Call Jonathan Pie, Alison Vernon-Smith, Yada-Yada Audio
Best Actress
Gabrielle Brooks, Bess Loves Porgy, director Michael Buffong, feral inc
Dinita Gohil, Victory City, producer Alison Crawford, BBC Bristol
Maxine Peake, The Women of Troy, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North
Rosamund Pike, People Who Knew Me, director Daniella Isaacs, Merman
Lydia Wilson, Happy Birthday, Mr President, director Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland
Fenella Woolgar, Lines in the Sand: The Journeys of Gertrude Bell, director Jessica Mitic, BBC Audio Drama North
Best Supporting Performance
Sacha Dhawan, Anna Karenina, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North
Erin Doherty, The Seagull, director Toby Swift, BBC Audio Drama London
Mark Heap, Kafka’s Dick, director Dermot Daly, Naked Productions
Sophia Del Pizzo, There’s Something I Need to Tell You, director John Scott Dryden, Goldhawk Productions
The Marc Beeby Award for Best Debut Performance
Izzy Campbell, Of a Night, director Jessica Mitic, BBC Audio Drama North
Rosie Ekenna, Faith, Hope and Glory, director Anastasia Osei-Kuffour, BBC Audio Drama London
Rosalind Eleazar, Hindsight, director Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland
Jadie Rose Hobson, Exposure, director Anne Isger, BBC Audio Drama London
Dan Parr, The Test Batter Can’t Breathe, director Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London
Olivia Triste, Rise, director Dermot Daly, Naked Productions
Best Sit Com or Comedy Drama
Call Jonathan Pie by Tom Walker, producer Alison Vernon-Smith, Yada-Yada Audio
Kat Sadler’s Screen Time by Kat Sadler and Cameron Loxdale, producer Gwyn Rhys Davies, BBC Studios Audio
Michael Spicer: Before Next Door by Michael Spicer, producer Matt Tiller, Starstruck Media
Mockery Manor by Lindsay Sharman, producer Laurence Owen, Long Cat Media
She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith, adapted by Barunka O’Shaughnessy, producer Emma Harding, BBC Cymru Wales
Where to, Mate? devised by Jo Enright, Peter Slater, Abdullah Afzal, Nina Gilligan, Andy Salthouse, Keith Carter, Jason Wingard, producer Carl Cooper, BBC Studios Audio
Best Stand Up Comedy
Daliso Chaponda: Citizen of Nowhere by Daliso Chaponda, additional material Meryl O’Rourke, producer Carl Cooper, BBC Studios Audio
Janey Godley: The C Bomb by Janey Godley, producers Julia Sutherland and Richard Melvin, Dabster Productions
Maisie Adam: The Beautiful Game by Maisie Adam, producer Georgia Keating, BBC Studios Audio
Olga Koch: OK Computer by Olga Koch and Charlie Dinkin, producer Benjamin Sutton, BBC Studios Audio
Rob Newman on Air by Rob Newman, producer Eloise Whitmore, Naked Productions
Sarah Keyworth: Are You a Boy or a Girl by by Sarah Keyworth, additional material Ruby Clyde, producer James Robinson, BBC Studios Audio
Best Use of Sound
The Adventurers, sound by Alisdair McGregor, producer Boz Temple-Morris, Holy Mountain
The Dark is Rising, sound by Gareth Fry, producer Catherine Bailey, Catherine Bailey Productions and Complicité
Hamlet Noir, sound by David Chilton, Lucinda Mason Brown, Weronika Andersen, producers Charlotte Melén, Carl Prekopp and Saskia Black, Almost Tangible
Slow Air, sound by Alisdair McGregor and Eloise Whitmore, producer Polly Thomas, Naked Productions
Voices From the End of the World, sound by Peter Ringrose, producer Sasha Yevtushenko, BBC Audio Drama London
The Women of Troy, sound by Sharon Hughes, producer Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North
Best Podcast Audio Drama
Badger and the Blitz by Richard Turley and Darren Francis, producer Richard Turley, Roxo Ltd
Below by Aaron Gray and Paul Skillen, producer John Wakefield, HTM Television
Flirties, written and produced by Jess Simpson, Audiocraft
The Haunter of the Dark – The Lovecraft Investigations by Julian Simpson, producer Sarah Tombling, Sweet Talk Productions
The Salvation by Justin Lockey, Jeffrey Aidoo, and AK Benedict, producers John Hamm and Boz Temple-Morris, Holy Mountain and Free Turn
Tagged by Brett Neichin and John Scott Dryden, producer Emma Hearn, Sony Music Entertainment and Goldhawk Productions
Best European Drama
Evicted by Karel Klostermann, adapted by Tomáš Loužný, producer Renata Venclová, CZR Czech Radio
Faust (I Never Read It) by Noam Brusilovsky, producer Andrea Oetzmann, SWR Südwestrundfunk with Deutschlandfunk
Irina’s Soul Is Like a Precious Piano by Rona Žulj, producer Katja Šimunić, Croatian Radiotelevision
The Sick Bag Song by Nick Cave, adapted by Kai Grehn, producer Lina Kokaly, Radio Bremen
The Supervisor by Nis-Momme Stockmann, producer Michael Becker, NDR Norddeutscher Rundfunk
This Word by Marta Rebzda, producer Waldemar Modestowicz, Polish Radio Theatre
-- WooHOO! The Haunter of the Dark, part 4 of The Lovecraft Investigations, is up for a BBC Audio Drama Award! I am made up!
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Birthdays 2.28
Beer Birthdays
Joseph Metcalfe (1813)
James Younger (1818)
John Holme Ballantine (1834)
Knut Albert Solem (1960)
Jeff Bell a.k.a. Stonch (1979)
Connor Casey (1986)
Five Favorite Birthdays
Chris Kraft; NASA flight director, Mercury & Gemini missions (1924)
Paul Krugman; economist (1953)
Linus Pauling; chemist (1901)
Smokey the Bear; anti-fire bear (1928)
John Turturro; actor (1957)
Famous Birthdays
Mario Andretti; auto driver (1940)
Berthold Auerbach; German writer (1812)
Maxine Bahns; actor (1971)
Stanley Baker; actor (1927)
Charles Blondin; tightrope walker, 1st to walk across Niagra Falls (1824)
Milton Caniff; cartoonist (1907)
Rae Dawn Chong; actor (1961)
John Connor; future leader of the human resistance, in “Terminator” films (1985)
Michel de Montaigne; French writer (1553)
Charles Durning; actor (1923)
John Fahey; folk singer (1939)
Mike Figgis; film director (1948)
Frank Gehry; architect (1929)
Gilbert Gottfried; comedian (1955)
Ben Hecht; writer (1893)
Donnie Iris; rock singer (1943)
Brian Jones; rock musician (1943)
Karolina Kurkova; model (1984)
Ali Larter; actor (1976)
Robert Sean Leonard; actor (1969)
May Lyon; educator (1797)
Gavin MacLeod; actor (1931)
Peter B. Medawar; zoologist (1915)
Vincente Minnelli; film director (1903)
Zero Mostel; actor (1915)
Bernadette Peters; actor (1948)
Ernest Renan; French philosopher (1823)
Mercedes Ruehl; actor (1948)
Charles "Bubba" Smith; Baltimore Colts DE, actor (1945)
Dean Smith; UNC basketball coach (1931)
Joe South; rock guitarist (1942)
Dorothy Stratton; model, actor (1960)
John Tenniel; cartoonist, illustrator (1820)
Tommy Tune; dancer (1939)
Cindy Wilson; rock singer (1957)
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ALL NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST
WEDNESDAY
Enid Sinclair
Wednesday Addams
Bianca Barclay
Yoko Tanaka
Divina
Ajax Petropolus
Larissa Weems
Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates
Morticia Addams
Gomez Addams
SCREAM
Sam Carpenter
Tara Carpenter
Quinn Kirsch
Bailey Kirsch
Jill
Kirby Reed
Chad Martin-Meeks
Sidney
Gale Weathers
Randy
Amber
Danny
HEATHERS
Heather Chandler
Heather Duke
Heather McNamara
Veronica Sawyer
STRANGER THINGS
Robin
Nancy
Steve
Eddie
Hopper
Joyce
Karen
THE FALLOUT
Vada
Mia
X
Lorraine
Maxine
Bobby-Lynne
AMERICAN CARNAGE
Camila Montes
EVIL DEAD RISE
Danny
Beth
BEETLEJUICE
Lydia Deetz
SPIDERVERSE
Gwen Stacy
Hobie
Miguel
FAMILY SWITCH
CC Walker
MILLER’S GIRL
Cairo
FINESTKIND
Mabel
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