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edgarmoser · 1 year

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blake carr by michael sutton

#blake carr #michael sutton #boylicious magazine

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superghfan · 1 year

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Michael Sutton, Kimberly McCullough and Wendy Riche.

#michael sutton #kimberly mccullough #wendy riche #general hospital #1990s

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weirdlookindog · 4 months

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Vanessa Redgrave, Michael Gothard, and Dudley Sutton in The Devils (1971).

#the devils #vanessa redgrave #michael gothard #dudley sutton #1971 #1970s movies #ken russell #drama

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estel-eruantien · 6 months

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Listen, if you show me Pathetic Man, I’m gonna fall in love! I don’t make the rules.

#power rangers #marble hornets #personal #about me #tim sutton #ziggy grover #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #mike schmidt #adam stanheight #saw #saw movies #wet cat man #sad man

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sneakyblinders · 1 year

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the root

A/N: thank you @runnning-outof-time for notifying me about this lovely celebratory prompt party you have been hosting! congratulations on 3k followers, it's such a wonderful milestone, and so well deserved! a part of my tommy x bee au! takes place in between chapters 3 and 4 of this line of work! 985 words warnings: language. prompt is in bold!

Tommy returned home early one late summer evening in 1924. He remembers it was early September. The house was unusually quiet, Frances coming to greet him at the door. “Mr. Shelby,” she said, smiling at him, helping him remove his suit jacket.

“Where’s Bee?” he asked, brow furrowed.

Frances sighed, the smile falling from her face. “She’s in the garden, Sir.”

Tommy sighed. “Doesn’t she know we have a fucking gardner for a reason, Frances?” he asked, adjusting the sleeves on his shirt, tugging at the collar, already too fucking hot, too fucking keyed up.

“She quite enjoys it, Sir,” Frances said. “She says it reminds her of her family.”

“It’s all your fucking fault, Frances,” Tommy said, wagging a finger at her. Frances blushed. In her first few months at the Shelby Manor, she had helped Bee start her flower garden. At Bee’s persistent begging, of course.

“I cannot deny the lady of the house any more than I can the man of the house,” Frances smiles at him, a conspiratory smile–a smile that reminded Tommy that the women around here tended to stick together.

“Where are the children?” Tommy asks, removing his cufflinks, the Manor stuffy and hot.

“Out in the garden, with Mrs. Shelby,” Frances says.

“The baby is out there?” Tommy asks.

“Yes, Sir. In a basket with her toys. She was having quite a bit of fun last I checked.”

Tommy sighed, handing his cufflinks to Frances, rolling his sleeves up and marching his way through the Manor and to the big glass French doors that led out to their patio and back pastures. He walked through the lush green grasses, past the horse pastures where they were grazing. Past the stables, the barns, into the green fields blossoming with wildflowers. Last spring, Bee had haphazardly thrown wildflower seeds all throughout the field, delighted when they all bloomed, dotting the green grasses with purple, pink, yellow, orange, white, blue flowers.

He heard his baby girl cooing, Peter’s little giggle. He smiled, heart lightening at the prospect of seeing his children.

“Daddy!” Peter said upon seeing his father, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“My boy!” Tommy said, scooping up Peter in a big hug.

“Daddy, the baby has been putting her toes in her mouth!” Peter giggled.

“Oh, well, she’s about that age. You used to do that quite a bit when you were small like her,” Tommy said, tickling Peter’s belly.

“I did?” Peter asked in between fits of giggles.

“Where’s your mother?” Tommy asked.

Peter’s expression changed as he pointed to his mother, a somber look on his face. “Don’t fight, Daddy. Please,” Peter said, blue eyes wide.

“Alright,” Tommy agreed, pressing a kiss to his son's temple as he walked towards Bee.

She was hunched over her flower garden in an old cotton dress, an old towel folded beneath her knees. Her back ached and sweat gathered on her brow. She was sniffling. Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy saw Simmons. “Peter,” Tommy said, gently setting his son down. “Will you go with Simmons on a walk? Maybe pick Mummy some flowers for me? Eh?” Tommy said. Peter nodded, running over to the older man, who held out his hand to Peter. Simmons nodded knowingly at Tommy.

“Hello, Darling,” Tommy said, approaching his wife as one would an angry bear.

“Go away,” she said, sniffling, wiping her brow with the back of her arm.

Tommy sighed. “What sort of a greeting is that, hm?” he asked.

“Only the sort of one you’re owed, Thomas,” she ground out.

“Why do you sit out here and do this, eh? Do we pay that gardener for nothing?” he asked, crouching down next to her.

“I suppose you fucking do,” she snarled, not meeting his gaze.

“Darling, please, Peter doesn’t want to hear us fighting,” Tommy said softly, reaching out to touch her arm.

She wretched away from him. “Good thing he’s not around then, hm?” she said, reaching for a particularly stubborn root she had been working to rid the soil of for a while.

Tommy sighed. “Darling, please,” he started again before she let out an exasperated scream. Tommy heard the horses huff in the distance, startled by her outburst.

“Why the hell can’t you just leave me alone!” she shouted, her fists at her sides.

“Because I love you and I want to be with you!” he shouted.

“Well you should have thought about that before you fucking put your cock in that duchess, eh?” she shouted back, eyes ablaze with hatred.

“How many fucking times do I have to say I’m sorry? What is it going to take for you to move past this?” he asked. He knelt down next to her, reaching for the root she had been tugging at.

“I don’t know, Thomas!” she said. “I don’t know if I can!” she was crying, tears hot against her skin. “All I think about when I look at you is her! Her under you, on top of you, around you. Her, her, her!” she shouted. “Why am I not enough? Why wasn’t I enough?”

Tommy’s heart shattered while the prickly spines of the root dug into his hand. With one rough yank the soil gave up the root, spraying dirt across their laps. “Darling, you are. I am inadequate. I am unworthy of you, I always have been and I always will be. I will forever be indebted to you for the atrocity I committed against you, against us, against our family. Please, forgive me for everything I did.”

With tears in her eyes, Bee stood up, towering over him. “I don’t know if I can, Thomas.”

She walked over to the basket that baby Katherine was lying in, now fast asleep, and carried her home, leaving Tommy alone in the dirt.

His wife's love for him may be permanently shattered, but at least the pesky root was gone.

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sweeneytoddst · 2 months

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could you please make a list of who all the sweeneys/lovetts are in the tier list? i want to use it but some of the actors are kind of hard to make out just on sight alone for me

Yeah! I thought it would tell you the names of the files, but I was incredibly wrong. Thank you for asking <3

Here they are!

Len Cariou and Angela Lansbury

George Hearn and Dorothy Loudon

Dennis Quilley and Sheila Hancock

Tod Slaughter and Stella Rho

Brian Mitchell and Christine Baranski

Bryn Terfel and Emma Thompson

Norm Lewis and Carolee Carmello

Gregg Edelman and Liz McCartney

Michael Cerveris and Patti LuPone

Michael Ball and Imelda Staunton

Ray Winstone and Essie Davis

Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter

Javier Ferriera and Ashley Braxton

Josh Groban and Annaleigh Ashford

Aaron Tveit and Sutton Foster

Link to the Tier List: Rating Sweeneys and Lovetts

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mariocki · 6 months

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Doctor Who: The Visitation (19.4, BBC, 1982)

"I feel as though you've just killed an old friend."

"It is with some sadness that I tell you you are about to join it."

"Why not smile and let me live?"

#doctor who #the visitation #classic doctor who #bbc #1982 #eric saward #peter moffatt #peter davison #janet fielding #sarah sutton #matthew waterhouse #michael robbins #michael melia #peter van dissel #james charlton #neil west #eric dodson #john savident #anthony calf #john baker #valerie fyfer #still continuing to dig up the Who stories i missed as a nipper‚ and for the first time in recent memory i do find myself just slightly #disappointed. idk‚ i enjoyed the general plot outline here‚ the design of the terileptils is ambitious (if the execution not quite matching #it) and Michael Robbins is an enormously fun mvp; but that plot is propping up a fairly pedestrian script (Saward was capable of much #better)‚ the villains aren't fleshed out enough and Robbins is the only character who feels genuine‚ with every one else a 2d insert (ok so #most are under psychic control‚ but i should have been able to tell which ones were and weren't...). also a terrible waste of the wonderful #John Savident! but the film inserts look great (has this had a blu release yet? surely a prime contender) and i enjoyed five and Mace's #little double act. i will say that the tardis fam in full bickering mode is not my preferred group model: Nyssa is the only reasonable #person in the group here and she spends most of the story isolated in the tardis (bc she's doing what she was told to do!) so that's a #little disappointing. idk maybe my opinions will soften. not bad by any means‚ but could have been quite a bit better with a little polish

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krispyweiss · 26 days

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Song Review: My Bluegrass Heart with Jerry Douglas - “Boulderdash” (Live, 2022)

Packing a 15-string punch with a triple-banjo attack and a guesting Dobro master Jerry Douglas, Béla Fleck’s My Bluegrass Heart wasn’t messing around when it rolled out “Boulderdash” at the 2022 Grey Fox Bluegrass festival.

An instrumental played with wildfire intensity, it features solos from fiddler Michael Cleveland, Douglas, Fleck, guitarist Bryan Sutton and others all packed into six minutes of lighting-fast sawing, sliding and picking.

And while such sonic shenanigans might be too much of a good thing in lesser hands, Fleck’s Bluegrass Heart pumps just enough oxygen to keep up the pace without risking palpitations. No balderdash in this “Boulderdash,” which was just released on video.

Grade card: My Bluegrass Heart with Jerry Douglas - “Boulderdash” (Live, 2022) - A

4/3/24

#Youtube #béla fleck #my bluegrass heart #jerry douglas #alison krauss and union station #michael cleveland #bryan sutton

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maranello · 2 years

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INDIANAPOLIS, 2004 — Michael Schumacher talks to the media. (Photo by Sutton Images)

#f1 #scuderia ferrari #michael schumacher #us gp 2004 #2004 #ph #ph: sutton images #*ph #*m #*schumi #scrapbooking #the vibes...renaissance

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shameless-notashamed · 1 year

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“We’re the ones who live.”

#carl grimes #tara chambler #connie twd #jerry twd #paul jesus rovia #eugene porter #ezekiel sutton #siddiq twd #abraham ford #michael mercer #the walking dead #twd #twd photo dump #sarasays

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itberice · 2 years

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📸: biggsalad

#Motherland: Fort Salem #Taylor Hickson #Amalia Holm #Ashley Nicole Williams #Jessica Sutton #Demetria McKinney #Luc Roderique #Tony Giroux #Ess Hödlmoser #Praneet Akilla #Michael Horse #Kandyse McClure #long post

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superghfan · 2 years

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Stone & Robin..

#stone cates #michael sutton #robin scorpio #kimberly mccullough #general hospital #1990s

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aconites · 8 months

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𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @intcxications!

𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 seven and the blonde is currently found in the luxurious kitchen of their home, wooden spoon in hand as she stirs the mouthwatering dish she’s currently making for her and her husband. her other half was only expected to be back from work in twenty minutes, which gave sutton just enough time to finish the recipe she’d found on pinterest to surprise him with. she’s swaying to the music she’d turn on while she cooked, a small hum leaving her lips as she stirred the pesto-based sauce. it wasn’t anything too extravagant but she knows her lover adored pasta and she has a hunch that he was going to love this as well. placing the spoon on the counter, she’s about to add the uncooked noodles to the pot of boiling water when she hears the familiar jingle of keys at the home's entrance and she glances at the clock in surprise. he was early! the noodles are forgotten as she rushes to the front door, the oversized shirt of his she's wearing brushing against her thighs as she does so. ❝ baby, you're home! ❞ she smiles brightly. making her way over to him and throwing herself in his arms, giving him a quick kiss on the lips afterward. ❝ you weren't supposed to be here yet! i wanted to surprise you with supper on the table when you got here, ❞ she pouts when she pulls away to look up him but it quickly turns into a teasing smile, obviously glad to have him home early. ❝ how was work? ❞

#* / got the kinda love that takes us over- sutton michaels. ( starter. )#ft. alvaro

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junkyardbluebox · 1 year

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