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found a twitter thread of people sending their favourite tumblr posts and it was an absolute goldmine of new content to make into end roll shitposts
gory sprites and spoilers for the entire game under the cut
#end roll#dogma toscarina#end roll dogma#cody toscarina#end roll cody#gardenia reitman#end roll gardenia#tabasa mcneil#end roll tabasa#end roll kantera#end roll saxon#mireille nif#end roll mireille#russell seager#end roll russell#yumi bombers#end roll yumi#end roll informant#raymond costa#end roll raymond
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My second piece for Phantasmagoria: An Indie RPG Fanbook, this time for the game END ROLL! Had so much fun including all these little details hehe
#gav fanarts#endroll (Game)#endroll#end roll#end_roll#russell seager#kantera#ryuuzen#tabasa mcneil#dogma toscarina#cody toscarina#mireille nif#raymond costa#fairia adelista#walter bartley#yumi bomber#yue#saxon#cw syringe#ask to tag
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#the ultimate sexypeople showdown#chairface chippendale#the tick#raymond costa#raymond end roll#end roll#polls
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I love the Dreamsend, Inc. characters from End Roll SO MUCH. I love their relationships I love their personalities I love their designs I LOVE THEM. and so I wrote a fic about Raymond and Walter after the events of the game :P
(ignore the way I get lost and incoherent when I have to figure out how to end a story)
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end roll fanfiction ~ takes place after the game so big spoilers lolol you've been warned ~ takes place after the true ending ~ tw/cw: mentions of suicide
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Maybe the news shouldn't have been so much of a shock. Raymond had talked to the boy - stood right in front of him - seen the haunted darkness in his eyes. He'd seen how much guilt the boy carried on his shoulders.
He kept trying to tell himself not to feel so… responsible for it. It wasn't his fault that Russell had killed himself. If anyone had seen it coming or had been able to prevent it, they would have. No one was happy with this outcome. No one ever wanted it to happen.
But still. Raymond felt the guilt, gnawing at him like it must have gnawed at Russell. If only he’d talked to him longer. If only he’d held the boy by the shoulders and really dug into him - how are you doing. really. do you need anything? we don’t want your mind to crack.
No one had even considered that Russell’s mind might snap under the pressure. All they thought about was succeeding. All they thought about was get him to repent.
Raymond missed the kid. He’d been a little odd, sure, but he’d been so brave, and so smart. There had been a lot going on in that boy’s head.
And now it was all gone.
It was haunting, really, to remember that bright and vibrant world; and then to remember how completely and utterly it had been destroyed. There was no trace left of it. None at all.
Raymond had been looking forward to talking to the kid after he’d gotten out. He had so many questions for him. That place had been messed up. And he wanted to see the kid’s face relax for once. He wanted to see him smile, for once.
Dang.
Well, it was getting late. Walter would be on his back tomorrow for not finishing all of the paperwork he’d been handed; but it had been such a thick, aggressive stack slammed down on his desk so early in the morning, and Raymond had never thrived in an office. This was his max. No more paperwork tonight. His head was fuzzy. He needed a drink.
Raymond switched off his office light and trudged down the hall. The air had been so tense, so gloomy, ever since the incident, as everyone called it in hushed whispers. Dreamsend, Inc. had just taken a major hit. And no one was taking it well.
There were several other employees still in the building this late. They ignored Raymond. He did the same.
A gust of hot, wet wind hit Raymond as soon as he opened the door. It was stormy tonight. There wasn’t much rain yet, thankfully. Only a few drizzly droplets.
Raymond tugged his hat down firmer on his head and marched on. The bar was only a few drops away. He’d be fine.
He was drenched by the time he finally got inside the bar. Out of breath and dripping. Now, at least, he looked as gross as he felt.
The bartender knew him. She waved as he approached.
“Pretty stormy out there, huh?”
“Don’t remind me.” He ordered and glanced around himself.
There was a blond man two seats down from him at the bar, staring at his own glass and obviously trying not to notice Raymond.
“...Walter?”
The man got up to leave.
“What are you doing here?” Walter at a bar was somehow the last thing Raymond could have expected. Walter seemed like he’d drink wine alone in his living room. Or drink coffee in his office, late at night. Honestly, that’s where Raymond expected him to be. Bent over a desk, stressing about the public nightmare that Russell’s situation was turning into. Filing hundreds and hundreds of pages of paperwork. Eyebrows sharp and fingers flying.
Walter sighed and finally looked over at Raymond, his eyes narrowed and angry.
“None of your concern,” he huffed. “I was just leaving, anyway.”
“No, you weren’t. Hey. Sit down. I’ll buy you a drink.”
Walter wavered.
“C’mon. I could use the company.”
Walter let out another long sigh and sat down, still a seat away.
The bartender brought him a fresh drink and he stared down at it, running his fingers over the glass.
Raymond hadn’t seen Walter in a few days; they’d both been so caught up in the chaos that had erupted ever since they’d received the panicked screams over the intercom. He took advantage of this moment to study him.
His eyes were sunken, rimmed with black; his lips chapped and shaky; his complexion pale and dry. The skin around his fingernails was chewed raw.
Raymond bit his lip. He knew Walter was upset about everything - but he hadn’t expected to see him rattled like this. Walter didn’t get rattled. He just got stressed.
But the man sitting next to him right now had obviously not slept in a few days, or eaten a solid meal, or even drawn a proper breath. He was beyond stressed. He was disturbed. Haunted.
“You good?” Raymond asked, softly.
Walter glared at him.
“Obviously not,” he snapped. “That kid - that kid was supposed to be our first success. Our first ever success. I was so proud. So excited. But he - he -”
Walter curled his fist tight around the glass and thumped his head against the bartop.
He stayed like that for a while. Raymond sipped his drink.
Walter lifted his head again.
“He was supposed to be the one,” he mumbled. “The only one to actually work. I had so much faith in him.”
Raymond ran his fingers along the wet ring on the bartop.
“You know he wasn’t, like, just a test subject, right?” he said, softly.
“Hm? Yeah, yeah, of course.”
“I mean it. He was fourteen, you know. He was just a kid. And - and we made him feel so guilty he offed himself. We did our job a little too well. Don’t you feel bad about that, Walter? Stop blaming him for dying. We were the ones who killed him.”
“We didn’t kill him, you idiot -”
“Yes, we did! We did and you know it!!”
The bartender shot them both a dirty look. Raymond fell silent.
“I’m so disgusted at myself,” he said, quietly. “At the both of us, really, if I’m being honest.”
Walter didn’t reply.
“Don’t you feel guilty about it, Walter? Even a little? You have to realize the hand you played in it.”
Walter bit at his fingernail.
“Whatever.”
It was getting hot and loud in Raymond’s chest. If he looked at Walter any longer, he’d start yelling. And then he’d get kicked out.
He left some money for the bartender and stood up. He was almost dry now. Maybe it wouldn’t be raining outside anymore. He could only hope, right?
Walter was bent over the bartop again when he left. His shoulders were shaky.
Raymond stepped into the hot, musky air outside. The door slammed behind him.
For a moment, he considered heading back to the office to finish the paperwork. Don’t worry, Russell. I won’t forget about you. I’ll do the paperwork for you.
But in the end, he just turned around and went home.
It didn’t rain for the rest of the night.
#end roll#end roll spoilers#end roll fanfiction#my writing#cw suicide#tw suicide#raymond costa#walter bartley
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Costas Mandylor as Raymond Crowe in Sinners and Saints (2010) and Mark Hoffman in Saw VII (2010)
#costas mandylor#saw#saw vii#saw 3d#sinners and saints#mark hoffman#raymond crowe#my gifs#moviegifs#filmgifs#dailyflicks#filmedit#cinemapix#dilfgifs#costasmandyloredit#tvfilmsource#tvgifs#tvarchive
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The GREAT WALTZ (1972) - MAESTRI: COMPOSERS IN MOVIES (Part 5/10)
A lesser known Classical Music biopic is the one devoted to Austrian composer Johann Strauss and his rise to fame in Vienna having composed the most famous waltzes. A stunning movie with grandiose decors and cinematography ...the LAST ever movie filed in Cinerama!
Above is the original Belgian poster painted by Ray (Raymond Elseviers)
Director: Andrew L. Stone
Actors: Horst Buchholz, Mary Costa
ALL OUR MUSICAL MOVIE POSTERS ARE HERE
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#illustraction gallery#illustraction#The Great Waltz#vintage#film#movies#movie poster#belgian movie poster#johann strauss#Horst Buchholz#Mary Costa#Musical#Classical music#1972#Ray (Raymond Elseviers)#Waltz
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driver middle names are the funniest tidbit ever. nico sebastian müller. sébastien olivier buemi. oliver eric rowland. jean-éric serge raymond vergne. robin christiaan maria frijns. daniel charles anthony ticktum. jake john hughes. mitchell william evans. sam jamie bird. nicholas robert cassidy. antónio maria de mello breyner félix da costa
#half of antonio's are actually surnames but i had to#fe#m#obsessed with how white ppl give their kids so many names but then they're from small reference pools#these are all taken from wikipedia btw
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“Plantearse los menos problemas posibles es la única manera de resolverlos”
Jean Cocteau
Fue un poeta, dramaturgo, pintor, escritor, crítico de arte y director de cine francés nacido en Maisons-Laffitte, una pequeña ciudad cerca de París, en julio de 1889.
Fue una de las figuras más vanguardistas del siglo XX.
Nacido en una familia burguesa, su padre se suicidó en 1898 cuando Jean tenia 10 años y fue el menor de tres hermanos, su madre fue muy sobre protectora con el pequeño Jean y vivieron en casa de su abuelo.
A los once años ingresó al Lyceé Condorcet del que fue expulsado y a los 17 años continuó su educación donde nunca logró un rendimiento regular debido a su falta de interés.
A los 20 años Cocteau comenzó a escribir poemas y en 1908 el actor parisino Edouard de Max, lo presentó como un joven prodigio, en donde un año después gracias a su amistad con Sergei Diaghilev y a la revelación de su compañía de danza, ingresó en el circulo del ballet y el teatro.
Fueron Diaghilev e Igor Stravinsky quienes le aconsejaron alejarse del éxito fácil de Paris, retirándoselos al campo para componer poesía y el dibujo.
En 1916 conoció a Picasso y frecuento a pintores y escritores de vanguardia. Fue en 1917 cuando los ballets rusos ofrecieron la primera representación de Parade, ballet realizado por Cocteau, Erik Satie y Picasso, el cual provocó gran escándalo.
En diciembre de 1923 muere súbitamente su gran amor, el joven escritor Raymond Radiguet, declarando que no escribiría más y presa de una gran depresión surge su afición al opio.
En 1930 realiza su primera película “La sangre de un poeta” y dos años mas tarde mantiene una relación con la hija del gran duque ruso Pablo Romanov, con quien tras sufrir un aborto terminaría su relación y ya no se le conocerían relaciones sentimentales con mujeres.
Trabajó como guionista cinematográfico entre los cuales destacan La Bella y la Bestia, El águila de dos cabezas, Orfeo y El testamento de Orfeo, en donde paralelamente compone algunos de sus mas bellos poemas.
En 1955 es elegido como miembro de la Academia Francesa, y dos años después en miembro honorario del Instituto Nacional de Artes y de letras de Nueva York
Fue en sus últimos años de vida que se dedicó a la actividad pictórica realizando la decoración de diversas iglesias de la Costa Azul.
Jean Cocteau muere a la edad de 74 años en octubre de 1963 de un infarto agudo al miocardio, horas después de enterarse del fallecimiento de su amiga Edith Piaf.
Fuentes Wikipedia y biografiasyvidas.com
#francia#parís#jean cocteau#frases de poetas#poesía#poetas#citas de escritores#citas de reflexion#citas de la vida#frases de reflexion#frases de escritores#notas de vida
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my newest raymond shitposts, all made during / right after a panic attack to help calm down
#rambling#end roll#raymond costa#end roll raymond#fairia adelista#end roll fairia#walter bartley#end roll walter
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The Feminist Library
-7000 Years of Patriarchy by Petra Ioana
-A Deafening Silence by Patrizia Romito
-Against Our Will by Susan Brownmiller
-Against Pornography by Diana E.H. Russell
-Against Sadomasochism by Robin Linden
-Ain’t I a Woman by Bell Hooks
-All Women Are Healers by Diane Stein
-Anti-Porn by Julia Long
-Anticlimax by Sheila Jeffreys
-Are Women Human by Catharine MacKinnon
-Backlash by Susan Faludi
-Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay
-Beauty and Misogyny by Sheila Jeffreys
-Beauty Sick by Renee Engeln
-Beauty Under the Knife by Holly Brubach
-Being and Being Bought by Kasja Ekis Ekman
-Beyond God the Father by Mary Daly
-Big Porn Inc by Melinda Tankard Reist and Abigail Bray
-Blood, Bread, and Roses by Judy Graham
-The Book of Women’s Mysteries by Z Budapest
-Borderlands by Gloria Anzaldua
-Burn it Down by Lilly Dancyger
-Butterfly Politics by Catharine MacKinnon
-Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici
-Choosing to Conform by Avelie Stuart
-The Church and the Second Sex by Mary Daly
-Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein
-Close to Home by Christine Delphy
-Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich
-Conquest by Andrea Lee Smith
-Damned Whores and God’s Police by Anne Summers
-Daring to Be Bad by Alice Echols
-Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers by Sady Doyle
-Defending Battered Women on Trial by Elizabeth A. Sheehy
-Deliver Us from Love by Brogger
-Delusions of Gender by Cordelia Fine
-Detransition by Max Robinson
-The Disappearing L by Bonnie J. Morris
-Does God Hate Women by Ophelia Benson
-Doing Harm by Maya Dusenbery
-The End of Gender by Debra W. Soh
-The End of Patriarchy by Robert Jensen?
-Female Chauvinist Pigs by Ariel Levy
-Female Erasure by Ruth Barrett
-Female Sexual Slavery by Kathleen Barry
-Femicide by Jill Radford and Diane EH Russell
-Femininity by Susan Brownmiller
-Femininity and Domination by Sandra Lee Bartky
-Feminism Unmodified by Catharine MacKinnon
-Feminist Theory by Bell Hooks
-Firebrand Feminism by Breanne Fahs
-Flesh Wounds by Blum
-Flow by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim
-For Her Own Good by Barbara Ehrenreich
-For Lesbians Only by Sarah Lucia Hoagland
-Freedom Fallacy by Miranda Kiraly
-Gender Hurts by Sheila Jeffreys
-Getting Off by Robert Jensen?
-Global Woman by Barbara Ehrenreich
-Going Out of Our Minds by Sonia Johnson
-Going Too Far by Robin Morgan
-The Great Cosmic Mother by Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor
-Gyn/Ecology by Mary Daly
-Gynocide by Mariarosa Dalta Costa
-Handbook of Feminist Therapy by Lynne Bravo Rosewater and Leonore E.A. Walker
-Heartbreak by Andrea Dworkin
-Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado
-The Hidden Malpractice by Gena Corea
-How to Suppress Women’s Writing by Joanna Russ
-I Am Your Sister by Audre Lorde
-I Hate Men by Pauline Harmange
-Ice and Fire by Andrea Dworkin
-In Defense of Separatism by Susan Hawthorne
-In Harm’s Way by Catharine MacKinnon
-In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens by Alice Walker
-The Industrial Vagina by Sheila Jeffreys
-Inferior by Angela Saini
-Intercourse by Andrea Dworkin
-Invisible No More by Andrea J. Ritchie
-Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez
-Jewish Radical Feminism by Joyce Antler
-Kill All Normies by Angela Nagle
-The Laugh of Medusa by Helene Cixous
-Laughing with Medusa by Vanda Zajko and Miriam Leonard
-The Lesbian Heresy by Sheila Jeffreys
-Lesbian Nation by Jill Johnston
-Letters from a War Zone by Andrea Dworkin
-Love and Politics by Carol Anne Douglas
-Loving to Survive by Dee Graham
-Making Violence Sexy by Diana E.H. Russell
-Man Made Language by Dale Spender
-Man’s Dominion by Sheila Jeffreys
-Medical Bondage by Deirdre Cooper Owens
-Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit
-Men Who Buy Sex by Melissa Farley
-Men Who Hate Women by Laura Bates
-Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them by Susan Forward
-Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur
-Misogyny by Jack Holland?
-The New Handbook for a Post-Roe America by Robin Marty
-Nobody’s Victim by Carrie Goldberg
-Not a Job, Not a Choice by Janice Raymond
-Not for Sale by Rebecca Whisnant
-Nothing Matters by Somer Brodribb
-Objectification Theory by Barbara I. Fredrickson
-Of Woman Born by Adrienne Rich
-Only Words by Catharine MacKinnon
-Our Blood by Andrea Dworkin
-Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women’s Health Book Collective
-Overcoming Violence Against Women and Girls by Michael L. Penn and Rahel Nardos?
-Paid For by Rachel Moran
-The Pimping of Prostitution by Julie Bindel
-Pimp State by Kat Banyard
-Policing the Womb by Michelle Goodwin
-Pornified by Pamela Paul
-Pornland by Gail Dines
-Pornography by Gail Dines
-Pornography: Men Possessing Women by Andrea Dworkin
-Pornography and Civil Rights by Andrea Dworkin and Catharine MacKinnon
-Pornography and Violence by Susan Griffith
-Pornography Values by Robert Jensen?
-Pure Lust by Mary Daly
-The Purify Myth by Jessica Valenti
-Quiverfull by Kathryn Joyce
-Radical Feminism Today by Denise Thompson
-Radical Feminist Therapy by Bonnie Burstow
-Radical Reckonings by Renate Klein
-Radically Speaking by Diane Bell...
-Rape by Susan Griffiths
-Rape in Marriage by Diana E.H. Russell
-Rape of the Wild by Ann Jones
-Refusing to Be a Man by John Stoltenberg?
-Right-Wing Woman by Andrea Dworkin
-A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
-Runaway Wives and Rogue Feminists by Margo Goodhand
-SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas
-Selling Feminism by Amanda M. Gengler
-Sex Matters by Alyson J. McGregor
-Sexual Harassment of Working Women by Catharine MacKinnon
-Sexual Politics by Kate Millett
-Sexy but Psycho by Jessica Taylor
-She Dreams When She Bleeds by Nikki Taraji
-Sister Outrider by Audre Lorde
-Sisterhood is Forever by Robin Morgan
-Sisterhood is Global by Robin Morgan
-Sisterhood is Powerful by Robin Morgan
-Slavery Inc by Lydia Cacho
-Spinning and Weaving by Elizabeth Miller
-Surrogacy by Renate Klein
-Sweetening the Pill by Holly Grigg-Spall
-Taking Back the Night by Laura Lederer
-Talking Back by Bell Hooks
-Testosterone Rex by Cordelia Fine
-The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf
-The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner
-The Dialectic of Sex by Shulamith Firestone
-The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan
-The First Sex by Elizabeth Gould
-The Legacy of Mothers: Matriarchies and the Gift Economy as Post-Capitalist Alternatives by Erella Shadmi
-The Lolita Effect by Gigi Durham
-The Man-Made World by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The Porn Trap by Wendy Maltz
-The Prostitution of Sexuality by Kathleen Barry
-The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
-The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism by Janice Raymond...
-The Spinster and Her Enemies by Sheila Jeffreys
-The Transsexual Empire by Janice Raymond
-The Women’s History of the World by Rosalind Miles
-This Bridge Called My Back by Gloria Anzaldua
-This is Your Brain on Birth Control by Sarah Hill
-Toward a Feminist Theory of the State by Catharine MacKinnon
-The Traffic in Women and Other Essays by Emma Goldman
-Trans by Helen Joyce
-Unbearable Weight by Susan Bordo
-Unpacking Queer Politics by Sheila Jeffreys
-Unscrewed by Jaclyn Friedman
-Unwell Women by Elinor Cleghorn
-The Unwomanly Face of War by Svetlana Alexievich
-The Vagina Bible by Jennifer Gunter
-A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft
-The War Against Women by Marilyn French
-We Were Feminists Once by Andi Zeisler
-What Do We Need Men For by E. Jean Carroll
-When God was a Woman by Merlin Stone
-Who Cooked the Last Supper by Rosalind Miles
-Why Does He Do That by Lundy Bancroft
-Why Women Are Blamed for Everything by Jessica Taylor
-Why Women Need the Goddess by Carol P. Christ
-Wildfire by Sonia Johnson
-Witches, Midwives, and Nurses by Barbara Ehrenreich
-Witches, Witch Hunting, and Women by Silvia Federici
-Woman and Nature by Susan Griffith
-Woman Hating by Andrea Dworkin
-Woman-Identified Woman by Trudy Darty
-Women v. Religion by Karen L. Garst
-Women’s Lives, Men’s Laws by Catharine MacKinnon
-The Women’s Room by Marilyn French
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Hi lovely, could you pretty please help me find an alt for Nathan Parsons, I'd like it to be a similar vibe of the role he played in the originals. THANK YOU!
Utkarsh Ambudkar (1983) Marathi / Tamil Indian.
Alex Meraz (1984) Mexican [Purepecha].
Jackson Rathbone (1984)
Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - is queer.
Peter Gadiot (1986) Mexican / Dutch.
Christopher Abbott (1986) Vincentian [African, possibly Portuguese and Eastern European] / Italian.
Jason Ralph (1986)
Andrew M. Gray (1987) Miwok, Mexican, Welsh.
Nico Tortorella (1988) - is non-binary, demisexual, and polyamorous (any pronouns).
David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.
Chai Hansen (1989) Thai / Unspecified Australian.
Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, English, Scottish, Danish, Manx.
Michael Vlamis (1990) Lebanese, Greek, Serbian, English.
RJ Mitte (1991) - has cerebral palsy.
Daniel Zovatto (1991) Costa Rican.
Tommy Martinez (1992) Venezuelan.
Danny Ramirez (1992) Mexican, Colombian.
Shayan Sobhian (1994) Iranian.
Not The Originals vibes but for people wanting general alts!
Alfonso Herrera (1983) Mexican.
Brian Michael Smith (1983) African-American - is trans.
Marwan Kenzari (1983) Tunisian.
Charles Michael Davis (1984) African-American / Filipino.
Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican, Filipino.
Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.
François Arnaud (1985) - bisexual.
Martin Sensmeier (1985) Tlingit, Koyukon, Eyak, Irish and German.
Nick Bateman (1986)
Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (1986) African-American.
Penn Badgley (1986)
Dulquer Salmaan (1986) Indian.
Jay Hayden (1987) Korean / English, Irish, Scottish.
Tyler Hoechlin (1987)
Varun Dhawan (1987) Punjabi Indian.
Casey Deidrick (1987)
Lewis Tan (1987) Chinese Singaporean / British.
Jonathan Bailey (1988) - is gay.
Nick Sagar (1988) Indo Guyanese / Afro Jamaican.
Pierre Niney (1989) Egyptian Jewish.
Giacomo Gianniotti (1989) - hasn't publicly labelled his sexuality but is openly engaged to a man.
Laith Ashley (1989) Afro Dominican - is trans and asexual.
Carlos Valdes (1989) Colombian.
Jesse Rath (1989) Goan Indian / Ashkenazi Jewish.
Raymond Ablack (1989) Indo-Guyanese.
Dev Patel (1990) Gujarati Indian.
Aaron Taylor-Johnson (1990) English, Ashkenazi Jewish, small amount of Irish.
Alex Tarrant (1990) Niuean, Samoan, Ngāti Pāoa.
Cody Kearsley (1991) Metis.
Drew Ray Tanner (1992) Chinese, Afro-Jamaican, French-Canadian, possibly other.
Sean Teale (1992) Venezuelan, Spanish, Welsh.
Here you go!
If anyone has more suggestions I can update the ask!
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Betrayal (11)
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Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)
Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC
Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Sexual references/language. Cheating. Stalking.
Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North’s girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas’ cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.
Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I’m gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.
I want to say a special thank you to @sweetestgbye who has helped me pinpoint the exact road that I want to take this fic down. Thank you so much, love. @lathalea and @middleearthpixie have also been amazing as well. All of you have listened to my ramblings about this fic and helped immensely.
Amy began her working at the local Coventry JobCentre, fitting into a routine quickly as she was already experienced in the role. After confronting Raymond in Costa, she had threatened to go to the police if he continued his stalking behaviour. The threat made Raymond retreat, but Amy knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. His steel blue eyes had bore into her as he left, making her aware that he would be back at some point. Her run in with him that day still remained a secret between only them.
Lucas now came to visit Amy every week to ten days, treating her to a meal at varying restaurants. However, they had still not slept together. And that was weighing on Lucas.
Two months into Amy's return to Coventry, she accompanied Lucas back to his hotel room, as usual, but pushed him away as he began to try and remove her clothing.
Lucas sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. "Aim, what's going on with us? Just talk to me, please," he begged. "I'm not forcing you to sleep with me, but I can't keep doing this if you're going to push me off every time. I've been patient, and now I feel like you're holding back from me."
Amy stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the traffic below. "I love you, Lucas. But whenever you touch me, I just....I feel dirty, like you're going to become dirty as well."
"I know you carry around all the guilt of what happened between you and Ray, but I've got to know if you love him. Is this because you're unsure who to be with? I don't know anymore."
"No! It's not that at all," Amy said. "I've told Ray that nothing will happen between us. He wants what I'm not prepared to give him. But I still can't stop feeling that shame every time I look at you."
Lucas got up and approached Amy. "Angel, please, for me, try and stop beating yourself up over and over about this. It's consuming you. Please, let it go. I know we said we wanted to take things slow, but just let things happen. Stop keep holding back."
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Amy's chill between her and Lucas seemed to mount after their conversation. His efforts to be intimate with her where always met with a gentle sigh, a movement of her head in the opposite direction, or her pulling her clothing back in place.
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Raymond was adamant that he needed to see Amy face to face, to speak his mind freely and tell her absolutely everything. He reached for a weekender bag from the top of his dusty wardrobe and began to fill it, packing enough clothing for at least four days. He'd made the relevant hotel reservation for four days, Monday to Thursday.
As he finished packing the last pair of trousers, Raymond picked up his phone and called Amy. He took a deep inhale and waited, his heart pounding.
"Ray?" Amy asked, her voice still gentle, but with an edge of shock.
"Aim. Can I come and see you? I'm packing some stuff and will be in Coventry tomorrow. Please let me come and see you. I need to talk to you."
Amy sighed. "Ray..."
"I want to just let things off my chest. I'm not expecting anything. You know I won't stop fighting for you. I can't..." A lump rose in Raymond's throat as a tsunami of emotion took hold. He bit his lip and sniffed, trying so had not to break down.
"You can," Amy whispered. "It's okay. I don't think you truly know how you feel about all this..."
"I DO know how I feel," Raymond snapped. "I know right now that all I think about is you. What little peace I have at night soon disappears when I wake up and realise that I'm not with you. I'm in an empty bed."
Over a hundred miles away, Amy sat down, her legs having started to shake beneath her. Those words swept over her so pleasurably, melting within her, rendering her so helpless. There was no way that she had the self-restraint to push him away.
"What time will you be in Coventry tomorrow?" Amy asked.
"I can be there as early as you want me to be."
"I've got work until five," Amy replied. "Are you driving?"
"Yes."
"You know where my parents live so come and meet me about half six."
After the phone call ended, Amy stared at the ceiling. "What the fuck am I doing?" she whispered.
***
Raymond arrived promptly at Amy's house, and waited outside in his car. He noticed Amy step out of the residence almost immediately, showing that she had been waiting, checking for him. He composed himself, taking a deep breath and then sat up straight in the drivers seat.
"Hi," Amy said softly as she got into the car and sat down in the passenger seat. One thing she noticed immediately about Raymond's car, in comparison to Lucas', was how tidy it was. There were no wrappers in the foot well of the car and it smelled fresh, like vanilla and cherries. Lucas' car normally had something in the passenger foot well, which Amy had to push aside.
Raymond took a quick look at Amy, feeling his stomach clench at the sight of her smile. His heart was pounding, so unlike other encounters he had had with women over the years.
Amy remained still and looked into her lap, ever watchful from the corner of her eye of what Raymond was doing. He seemed flustered, and fumbled for his keys. Was Raymond de Merville actually nervous?
"Ray?" she whispered. "It's okay."
His steel blue eyes met her gaze. So much like Lucas, yet different. Raymond was older, more experienced. He wore that experience on his face with more defined crows feet at his eyes, and an ever so slightly more tanned complexion, grey at his temples, and a beard. Raymond wore his experience outward, while Lucas attempted to hide it.
Amy and Raymond went to a local pub, ordered food, and then sat together on a leather sofa, which was next to a huge window, overlooking an outside seating area. Raymond had sat next to Amy, rather than opposite, she noticed. He spread his arm across the back of the sofa, edging it closer towards her.
"I needed to see you," Raymond told her, his upper body turned towards her. "I've missed you."
"Please tell me that you've stopped with the following?" Amy asked. "Ray...if you want us to be friends then we've got to be able to trust each other. Tracking me and Lucas..."
"Fuck Lucas," Raymond spat.
"Why are you so hostile towards him? He's done nothing to you. If anything, he should be the one who is hostile to us, but he isn't."
Raymond clenched his jaw tight. "Aim...." he sighed. Then Raymond made a fist with his right hand and straightened his back. "There are things you don't know about him..."
This is jealousy," Amy replied. "There are probably plenty of things that I don't know about him."
"You treat me like I'm a liar and downright evil bastard, but you need to be very, very careful of Lucas, Aim."
"This is getting stupid now," Amy hissed. "You're trying anything to get me to..."
"Fucking hell! Listen to me!" Raymond snapped. "You need to be careful of him. The last thing I want to happen is to see you hurt, because I'd kill him."
A shiver raced up Amy's spine. She could see nothing but truth and frustration in Raymond's eyes.
"He's been in touch with me and things are happening which he isn't telling you about. The shit will hit the fan, and I want to protect you from all of that. If this is the last thing you ever do in your life, please trust me."
***
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Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time
At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.
Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.
MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of these characters and potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.
Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Non-slasher writings blog: @rewritethisstxry
What I will write:
Angst
Fluff
Smut
Platonic relationships
Alpha/Omega dynamics
What I won’t write:
Snuff
Rape, rape play, non con
Underage
Inc*st
Who I write for:
Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)
Corey Cunningham
Bo Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Billy Loomis
Rusty Nail
Eric Newlon
Jesse Cromeans
Asa Emory
Stu Macher
Jedidiah Sawyer
Ethan Landry
Mickey Altieri
Tex Sawyer
Thomas Brown Hewitt
Jason Voorhees
Evan MacMillan
Frank Morrison
Caleb Quinn
John Ryder
Leslie Vernon
Ethan Belfrage
Dr. Richard Sommers
Lawrence O'Neill
Lawrence Gordon
Robert Englund characters
Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)
Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)
Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)
Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)
Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)
Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)
Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)
Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)
Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)
Inkubus (Inkubus)
Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)
Scratch Monahan (Windfall)
Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)
Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)
Costas Mandylor characters
Mark Hoffman (Saw)
The Warden (Death Count)
John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)
Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)
Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)
Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)
Jim (Blackout)
Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)
Stephan Lang characters
Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)
The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)
Miles Quartich (Avatar)
Fred Parras (VFW)
Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)
John Korver(Gridlocked)
Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)
Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)
Richard Brake characters
Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)
Doom-head (31)
Dean Portman (Doom)
Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)
William Colcott (The Gates)
Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)
Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)
Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)
Bill Moseley characters
Otis Driftwood
Luigi Largo (Repo)
Darryl (Old 37)
Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)
Frank (Fair Game)
Doc (Shed of the Dead)
Zach Garrett (Halloween)
Jake Spooler (The Practice)
Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)
Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)
Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)
Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)
Bruce (Boar)
Jacob Sutter (The Horde)
Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)
Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)
#slashers#slasher fic#slasher x reader#slasher imagines#horror imagines#horror writing#slasher writing
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Hora do Estudo! E do conselho!
Olá! O dia está belo hoje por aqui e resolvi me inspirar com uma música bem calma e talvez um copo d'agua somente pois não quero tomar chá antes de fazer exercícios, pois preciso estar um pouco mais agitada. Mas tudo bem com você ? Espero que sim!
Hoje estive pensando sobre alguns conhecimentos adquiridos através de estudos que venho fazendo a anos, na mesma lentidão que eu estudo as coisas seculares e simplesmente cheguei a conclusão que, nem todo mundo vai parar para te ouvir ou acreditar em você e está tudo bem.
Os estudos da bruxaria natural, ou de qualquer religião esotérica exigem de nós um tempo que as vezes não temos, e também exige concentração para um melhor entendimento psicológico e também espiritual. E não pense que o despertar espiritual é algo que vivenciamos em 1 mês ou 1 ano. As vezes leva décadas, ou até séculos. Várias vidas talvez.
E nunca se esqueça que cada pessoa está em um período de evolução diferente. O que você passou a enxergar, a outra pessoa ainda não enxergar, ou algo que a pessoa já enxerga você ainda acha ser inexistente. Por isto, lhe aconselho a cuidar com o que compartilhas com as pessoas pois elas podem não estar preparadas para ouvir ou você pode não estar preparado para compartilhar.
Relacionamentos são trocas de energias, assim como conversas, interações no geral. Sim tudo é energia. E bruxaria natural é sobre manipular tais energias, e cuidar da sua própria é crucial. Um Bruxe(todos os gêneros são mais do que bem vindes) seja quem for, merece ter um desenvolvimento correto por isso procure livros e pessoas mais antigas na prática para se orientar! Sempre importante salientar que tik tok não é livro pra ninguém ok?
E voltando ao assunto já dito no texto, as trocas de energias são algo que devemos tomar cuidado e trocar assuntos esotéricos com pessoas que não os entendem ou que não os aceitam é algo desafiador. E lembre-se, se você vem de alguma religião conversionista (que tenta converter a pessoa a todo custo) saiba que a bruxaria natural além de não ser uma religião(é um estilo de vida), não é sobre querer convencer ninguém que é o melhor caminho a se seguir.
Acredita-se que cada pessoa tem seu caminho, suas provas, suas expiações a fazer, e seus aprendizados. E como eu disse cada pessoa está em um período evolutivo diferente.
Como sou uma bruxa voltada pra Hekate, Wicca, Umbanda e o espiritismo kardecista(o qual tenho contato desde criança, mesmo sendo criada na igreja evangélica), irei indicar abaixo alguns livros que uso nos meus estudos e alguns canais referentes no youtube.
Bruxaria Natural
Bruxa Natural - Arin Murphy-Hiscock
Bruxaria Natural( guia para magia de plantas, cristais etc.) - Paige Vanderbeck
O Livro completo de Bruxaria - Raymond Buckland
Bruxaria Natural: Uma filosofia de Vida - Tânia Gori
O Grande Livro das Runas - Eded Thorsson
Brida - Paulo Coelho
Hekate e Wicca no geral.
Bruxaria Hekatina: O Caminho Da Bruxa Com a Deusa Hekate - Márcia C Silva.
As Faces de Hekate: O Poder dos Epítetos na Bruxaria Hekatina - Márcia C Silva
Mistérios da lua negra: Lilith, Kali, Hécate e a cura dos arquétipos femininos sombrios no mundo moderno
Circle for Hekate - Volume I: History & Mythology - Sorita D'este
O Deus das Bruxas - Janet Farrar & Stewart Farrar
A magia do Jardim - Roberto Araújo
Espiritísmo Kardecista
O livro dos espíritos - Allan Kardec
Nosso Lar - Chico Xavier
Violetas na Janela - de Patrícia pela médium Vera Lúcia Marinzeck de Carvalho
Canal Espírita - Prof. Luiz Fernando -https://www.youtube.com/c/CanalEsp%C3%ADritaNoYoutube
Mayse Braga - Palestra espírita https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6dHQGKlXs4
Umbanda
O livro essencial de umbanda - Ademir Barbosa Júnior
A jornada de um Caboclo - Caetano de Oxóssi
Pombagira: Fundamentos, Firmezas e Oferendas - Alan Barbieri
Jardim dos orixás - Ramatís - Norberto dos Santos Peixoto
Natália Costa - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFr0oUAeLy0D7GhePYukjWQ
Bate Tambor - https://www.youtube.com/c/BateTambor
E nunca se esqueça que seus estudos só dependerá de você! Esforça-te e procure conhecimento. O conhecimento liberta e que assim seja!
Monalisa
#bruxaria natural#conselho#iniciante#witchtok#witchblr#bruxa#umbanda#espiritísmo#kardec#chico xavier#wicca#codificação dos espíritos#autorias#texto#minhas autorias#hekate#pombagira
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Saint of the Day – 31 August – St Raymond Nonnatus (1204-1240) Priest, Confessor
Saint of the Day – 31 August – St Raymond Nonnatus (1204-1240) Priest, Confessor, Cardinal, Friar of the Mercedarian Order.Patronages – against gossip, of silence, against fever, of babies, infants, childbirth, children, pregnant women, falsely accused people, midwives, obstetricians, Baltoa, Dominican Republic, San Ramon, Costa Rica. Raymond was delivered by Caesarean operation when his mother…
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A brief portrait of 3 (I dreamed of last night)
Gail:
When I got my first Kindle she set it up for me, so that I started out already loaded up with classics and at least a dozen Terry Pratchett books along with a batch of custom screensavers.
She also had her email set up for send-to-Kindle and through the years I would sometimes open it and find she had dropped something onto it from wherever she was across the world - Taiwan, Costa Rica.
Less than 3 months after she died we flew to Norway for my friend’s wedding. I was 6 months pregnant with Éowyn and the second stretch of the flight was 8 hours from Atlanta to Amsterdam, so I stretched out the best I could and broke out the Kindle.
For the first time instead of rereading favorites I had loaded myself I decided to finally explore some of the books and short stories I wasn’t familiar with- after all, Gail had shown me Bloodchild by Octavia Butler so she seemed to have had a good grasp on what I enjoyed.
I spent the next several hours crying and laughing alternately as I explored an involuntary portrait of her that was simultaneously poignant and comically on-the-nose.
The first Earthsea book I ever read, Tehanu, which includes themes about gender and how it affects magic and the expectations on peoples lives;
A series of short stories about bisexual polyamorous mages who become eco-terrorists and fight against prejudice and gentrification
A sci-fi short story from a universe where gender and genitalia are unrelated and people transfer penises back and forth when they have sex; unless I’m conflating two stories, this was also the one where the actual plot line was about a formerly passionately religious man deconstructing and then becoming an atheist, possibly by discovering that the religious raptures he had experienced were the result of psychostimulant compounds? OK, GAIL. WE GET IT. (Where do you find this stuff?)
Dr. James:
Talk about a man of contradictions.
He was a skilled veterinarian who had clients so loyal they traveled hours to see him at our practice.
He was a funny little old man who looked like Gargamel from the Smurfs.
He had a beautiful young blonde girlfriend who was clearly taking advantage of him.
He was a genius and a wily bastard who could take care of himself.
He constantly told me I should go to vet school because I was smart. He recommended me for a promotion.
I liked him, initially, because he liked me.
He loved smart women.
He hated women telling him what to do.
He thought Trump was a good businessman and was planning to vote for him.
He supported his lesbian daughter wholly and matter-of-factly.
He spent all his time on the phone talking to his divorce lawyer when he was supposed to be seeing clients.
One time I got so angry with him I slammed down a textbook, hard, on the surgery table while he was on his phone and yelled at him (me!!! Unconfrontational early 20s me!)
He had broken up his body so terribly skiing in his younger years that he was addicted to pain medications.
He stole multiple controlled substances from the safe, full knowing that as the one in charge of the logs I would be the one to take the fall once the discrepancies turned up.
When we reviewed the footage from the secret camera, I was the one who spotted the moment he slipped them into his pocket.
When I got the call from my boss, several months after he was fired, that he had shot himself in the bathtub, I was angry.
I didn’t think you were a coward, I said to him.
How could you do that to your daughters? I asked him. Why were you so selfish, at the last, to use a gun when you had drugs?
Why? I asked him.
He never would’ve answered anyway. He thought analyzing your feelings was nonsense for women.
My Grandfather, Raymond S
From my earliest memory of him Grandpa was hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid that whistled when you got too close to it.
He noticed my floppy laces when I was a teen and taught me, after years of improperly tying my laces, the difference between a grannie knot and a square knot.
He handmade wooden puzzles.
When we briefly had an organ at our house he would play it when he visited. When our dad bought an accordion on a whim he picked it up and played us the Costa Rican national anthem.
I picture him as made of squares, like a Minecraft character. Rectangular trouser legs. Square short-sleeve buttondowns, often with square patterns, tucked squarely in at the waist. Square little chin with his funny little square goatee and square mustache (apparently this was an affectation of his own that was completely unrelated to style norms around him). Square glasses. Squarely combed hair.
Once, during a visit when I was in college, he found a book at the linguistics library across the street and borrowed my library card to access it. Because he was learning German, in his 90s. He found out my best friend at school was from Germany and wrote me a list of grammatical questions for her, in his tremulous writing.
Once, shortly before my wedding, he drew me close and told me in a deaf whisper that was completely audible to everyone in the room, that I had secretly always been his favorite grandchild.
After he died I was talking with Grandma and mentioned that I had never seen him anywhere close to angry. She thought for a moment and then told me that in 70(?) years of marriage the only occasion she could think of was once when, after a long an arduous day in which nothing would go right and every possibly frustration was thrown in their path, he said to her quite calmly “I would like to go to bed now”.
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