#Ruth Platt

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Lora Webb Nichols (1883-1962) ~ Ruth Platt, 1911-6-29. Nitrate negative. / University of Wyoming. American Heritage Center

#lora webb nichols #ruth platt #portrait #nitrate negative #1910s #women artists #women photographers

[crumbargento]

Martyrs Lane - Ruth Platt - 2021 - UK

#martyrs lane #ruth platt

[camyfilms]

THE PIANIST 2002

If you prick us, do we not bleed? It you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

#the pianist #2002 #adrien brody #thomas kretschmann #frank finlay #maureen lipman #emilia fox #ed stoppard #julia rayner #jessica kate meyer #ronan vibert #ruth platt #andrew tiernan #michal zebrowski #roy smiles #richard ridings

[movie--posters]

#ruth platt #martyrs lane #movie poster #movie posters #film #films #poster #horror

[thepeoplesmovies]

Film Review - Martyrs Lane (2021)

Here's another chance to read @bradleypeoples1 4* review of Martyrs Lane from #Fantasia2021 @Shudder_UK #RuthPlatt #DeniseGough #horror @AimPublicity

In Martyrs Lane, Leah is a ten-year-old vicar’s daughter who feels strangely ostracised by her own family. Playing second fiddle to the needs of the parish and being bullied by her bolshy older sister is part and parcel of her lot in life. However, what truly troubles her is the indifference and emotional frostiness of her highly-strung mother. When Leah steals the contents of her mum’s cherished…

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#2021 #Acorn Media International #Denise Gough #Kiera Thompson #Martyrs Lane #Ruth Platt #Sienna Sayer

[weirdlookindog]

Ruth Plattes, Christine Kaufmann, and Dean Selmier in Murders in the Rue Morgue (1971)

#murders in the rue morgue 1971 #christine kaufmann #ruth plattes #dean selmier #1970s movies #horror

[garadinervi]

A Something Else Reader, Edited by Dick Higgins (1972, unpublished), and Alice Centamore (2022), Designed by Scott Ponik, Primary Information, Brooklyn, NY, 2022

Includes works by Eleanor Antin, George Brecht, Pol Bury, Augusto de Campos, Clark Coolidge, Philip Corner, William Brisbane Dick, Robert Filliou, Albert M. Fine, Ian Hamilton Finlay, Hugh Fox, Buckminster Fuller, Eugen Gomringer, Brion Gysin, Richard Hamilton, Al Hansen, Jan J. Herman, Dick Higgins, Åke Hodell, Ray Johnson, Allan Kaprow, Kitasono Katue, Bengt af Klintberg, Alison Knowles, Richard Kostelanetz, Ruth Krauss, Jackson Mac Low, Robert K. Macadam, Toby MacLennan, Hansjörg Mayer, Charles McIlvaine, Richard Meltzer, Manfred Mohr, Claes Oldenburg, Pauline Oliveros, Nam June Paik, Benjamin Patterson, Charles Platt, Bern Porter, Dieter Roth, Aram Saroyan, Tomas Schmit, Carolee Schneemann, Mary Ellen Solt, Daniel Spoerri, Gertrude Stein, André Thomkins, Wolf Vostell, and Emmett Williams

#graphic design #typography #art #fluxus #dick higgins #alice centamore #scott ponik #something else press #primary information #1970s #2020s

[filmnoirfoundation]

#NoirCity21 opens this Friday, Jan 19, 7:30 PM at Oakland's Grand Lake Theatre with our newest restoration project NEVER OPEN THAT DOOR. Eddie Muller will be signing his books up in the mezzanine, 6pm-7pm. Tix: http://NoirCity.com

Restoration performed by UCLA Film & Television Archive.

Program notes follow.

FRIDAY, JANUARY 19:

7:30

World Premiere FNF Restoration!

NEVER OPEN THAT DOOR | NO ABRAS NUNCA ESA PUERTA

Argentina, 1952. Estudios San Miguel. 85 minutes

Screenplay by Alejandro Casona, from two short stories by Cornell Woolrich (William Irish)

Produced and directed by Carlos Hugo Christensen

More noir films have been based on the stories of Cornell Woolrich than any other writer, and NOIR CITY is proud to present this brand-new restoration of one of the best of those adaptations. In “Someone’s on the Phone,” Ángel Magaña plays a man bent on avenging the death of his sister, driven to suicide by gambling debts. In “The Hummingbird Comes Home,” Roberto Escalada portrays a racketeer who brings the gang to his boyhood home to lay low after a robbery. His blind madre doesn’t approve. Originally a three-part anthology of Woolrich tales, Never Open That Door was released separately from the 73-minute If I Should Die Before I Wake, also adapted by Casona and Christensen. Benefitting from the incredible cinematography of Pablo Tabernero, this is one of the most evocative realizations of Woolrich ever produced, featuring masterful sequences of sustained suspense. Said Buenos Aires film critic Horacio Bernades, “Rarely has an Argentine film been more purely cinematic than this.”

CAST: Someone on the Phone: Ángel Magaña (Raúl), Renée Dumas (Luisa), Diana de Córdoba (Nelly), Nicolás Fregues (money lender), Pedro Fiorito, Orestes Soriani, Percival Murray, Rosa Martín , Arnoldo Chamot. The Hummingbird Comes Home: Roberto Escalada (Daniel), Ilde Pirovano (the mother), Norma Giménez (María), Luis Otero (Juan)

9:30

STREET OF CHANCE

United States, 1942. Paramount [Universal]. 74 minutes

Screenplay by Garrett Fort, based on the novel The Black Curtain by Cornell Woolrich

Produced by Burt Kelly. Directed by Jack Hively

The first case of amnesia in the film noir era comes with a typically intriguing Woolrichian twist. Frank Thompson survives a near fatal accident only to have the shock partially restore his memory! He realizes he’s lived the past several years as someone other than his true self. With the help of his incredulous girlfriend Ruth, Frank embarks on a nocturnal quest to determine his true identity. This modest offering from the B-unit at Paramount benefits from some A-list contributors, principally stars Burgess Meredith and Claire Trevor, and director of photography Theodor Sparkuhl, whose contributions to the look of early ’40s noir have gone largely unheralded. A wonderful gallery of supporting characters skitter and sneak through Frank’s waking nightmare, well rendered by journeyman director Jack Hively who had previously helmed many entries in RKO’s mystery series The Saint.

CAST: Burgess Meredith (Frank Thompson), Claire Trevor (Ruth Dillon), Louise Platt (Virginia Thompson), Sheldon Leonard (Joe Marucci), Frieda Inescort (Alma Diedrich), Jerome Cowan (Bill Diedrich), Adeline deWalt Reynolds (Grandma Diedrich), Arthur Loft (Sheriff Stebbins), Clancy Cooper (Burke), Ann Doran (Miss Peabody), Paul Phillips

#film noir #eddie muller #noir city #noir city 21 #film noir festival #film restoration #don't open that door #street of chance #cornell woolrich

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

(Headcanoned) Spotify Playlists For All The Aru Shah Characters

had a stroke of inspiration while scrolling through @namesarehard123's blog, and armed with (probably expired) lemonade, I had at it.

Plant Stalking Skillz- playlist by spider_shah

Royals by Lorde

All You Had To Do Was Stay- Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks- Neon Trees

There Are Worse Things I Could Do- Grease

Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore- Paramore

Adhd- Truslow

Dead Girl Walking- Heathers

All The Single Ladies- Beyonce

Carnaval Del Barrio- In the Heights

Dandelions- Ruth B.

Gorgeous- Taylor Swift

Mr. Brightside- The Killers

History Hates Lovers- Oublaire

The Dumb Song- AJR

U Wished U Were This Emo- playlist by shadowfaxnotprinter

Lover- Taylor Swift

Yellow- Coldplay

Producer Man- Lyn Lapid

Boy Bi- Mad Tsai

Numb Little Bug- Em Beihold

Overwhelmed (Ryan Mack Remix)- Ryan Mack

Mad At Disney- Salem Ilese

Riptide- Vance Joy

Detached- Lyn Lapid

Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift

Until I Found Her (Em Beihold Vers.)- Stephen Sanchez

Dancing With Our Hands Tied- Taylor Swift

Still Into You- Paramore

Romantic Stylz- playlist by prince snekkyboi

Happier Than Ever- Billie Eilish

Come And Get your Love- Redbone

Bad Dream- Stellar

Dancing Queen- ABBA

Kiss Her You Fool- Kids That Fly

Don't Blame Me- Taylor Swift

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham!

Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles

God, I Hate Shakespear- Something Rotten!

Therapy- Tick, Tick, Boom!

The World's Smallest Violin- AJR

Grace Kelly- MIKA

Freaks- Jordan Clarke

Times Are Hard For Dreamers- Amelie

Denim On Denim- playlist by eat-the-rich-and-good-biryani.

Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood

As It Was- Harry Styles

Gloria- The Lumineers

girls- girl in red

Teenager In Love- Neon Trees

Radio-Friendly Pop Song- Matt Fishel

Line Without A Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Turning Out- AJR

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Space Girl- Fraces Forever

Pink Triangle- Weezer

Jolene- Dolly Parton

Boy In The Bubble- Alec Benjamin

I Will Follow You Into The Dark- Death Cab For Cutie

Tear In My Heart- Twenty-One Pilots

Fuck Me (I Didn't Know How To Say)- Crawlers

Delicate- Taylor Swift

Bathe In Sanitizer, Elmo- playlist by YaKaMeLo

Someone You Like- The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

As The World Caves In- Matt Maltese

Fade To Black- Metallica

Wildest Dreams- Vitamin String Quartet Cover

In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt

The 30th- Billie Eilish

I Did Something Bad- Taylor Swift

Queen Of Kings- Alessandra

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy- Queen

Enemy- Imagine Dragons

I Write Sins Not Tragedies- Panic! At The Disco

London Boy- Taylor Swift

Brain Damage- Pink Floyd

Hiding In Your Hands- Dear Evan Hansen Bonus Track

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

The Man- Taylor Swift

Dismantle The Sus- playlist by here?AHHHHHH

Ordinary- Alli Grace

Dress- Taylor Swift

Stairway To Heaven- Led Zepplin

The Takeover, The Break's Over- Fall Out Boy

Wake Me Up When September Ends- Green Day

we fell in love in october- Girl In Red

Material Girl- Madonna

Green, Green Dress- Tick, Tick, Boom!

Warriors- She-Ra And the Princesses Of Power Theme Song

American Idiot- Green Day

You Need To Calm Down- Taylor Swift

Family Line- Conan Gray

We Didn't Start the Fire- Billy Joel and the Fall Out Boy cover

Question...?- Taylor Swift

Devil Doesn't Bargain- Alec Benjamin

Away We Go- Bad Suns

Misery Business- Paramore

pt. 2 coming... eventually. add in the tags any songs that I might have missed

#aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aiden acharya #aruden #lightning smolder #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #aru x aiden #hira #hirynne #brynne rao #brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao #mini x rudy #mindy #mini kapoor mercado lopez #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #rudy #prince rudra of naga loka #character playlist #paramore #ajr band #twenty øne piløts #green day #taylor swift #fall out boy #p!atd

[keanureevesisbae]

Episode 2: The Fibonacci Spiral

Sergeant Hank Voight x Abigail Barlowe (asian ofc)

Summary: A serial killer is terrorizing Chicago and one math class back in the past, causes Abigail to help to solve the case

Warnings: mentions of serial killers and death (no cause of death is mentioned), canon typical violence.

Wordcount: 2.8k

Masterlist // fearless masterlist // season 1 masterlist

The city of Chicago has a serial killer on the loose. It is keeping everyone on edge. It’s been five days and five different households have been the victim of this serial killer. The media already made up a name for the perpetrator and called him ‘The Night Killer’, which only added more unnecessary fuel to the already ongoing fire. 

I was hoping I wouldn’t the patrolling officer to discover the household that was terrorized, but unfortunately I was. While Forensics are already in the house, I can now see Intelligence pulling up at the scene. Johnston has been eerily silent and to be fair, it’s sickening to the stomach. I still am trying to comprehend what I just saw.

When I see detective Olinsky and sergeant Voight make their way over to me, I kinda have this wave of disappointment wash over me. I wish I would be in Intelligence right now. It’s been three weeks since I helped them out and the rush and the satisfaction I felt there, I have yet to find here at Patrol. 

‘It’s the same?’ Voight asks as he approaches us. 

‘It is,’ Johnston confirms. 

‘It ain’t pretty,’ I add to it.

Voight looks over at me. ‘Kids?’

‘Yeah, two. A ten year old boy and a four year old girl.’ It sickens me to even say it out loud. I saw the bodies and it’s so devastating. It brings back memories and not the good kind. 

Voight must notice I’m taking this a bit more personal than other cases, because he places his hand on my upper arm for a quick second, giving it a squeeze, before he says: ‘We’ve got this from here.’

I try to maintain a professional facade, by nodding at the sergeant, but uneasiness that comes with cases like this must be written all over my face. 

‘Everything alright?’ Johnston asks. ‘With…’ Knowing he’s on dangerous territory here, he says: ‘…you know?’

Pretending I’m okay is always better then baring out my soul now. So I say: ‘I’m fine. Let’s just go, okay? See what we can do.’

He nods, respecting my decision not to talk about it. ‘Okay, little one. Let’s go.’

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Frederick and Ruth Callahan were the parents of Archie and Rebecca Callahan. It must’ve been terrible to witness, because autopsy shows the kids died before their parents, meaning they have witnessed their kids suffer. 

And that really makes me wanna throw up. 

‘Hi sergeant,’ I say, as Johnston and I walk into the station again.

‘Sergeant Platt, what can we do to help?’ Johnston asks, placing his elbow on the counter.

It’s clear she has a lot on her plate now, but still finds time to place two boxes filled files in front of us. ‘This needs to go upstairs.’

‘What is it?’ 

‘Case files,’ she says. ‘The other districts made copies and brought them over. Intelligence needs them.’

‘We’ll take them straight away,’ Johnston says, handing me one box, before grabbing the other one.

‘I’ll buzz you up.’

You know shit is serious when Platt buzzes you up without a snarky comment. Together with Johnston, we walk upstairs, to see the entire Intelligence team sharing their own insights with the team. We place the boxes on a semi empty desk and I hear things being shared. The victims are chosen ad random. No link between them whatsoever.

And then my eyes land on the board.

Five crime scenes, but the way they are located… With a little bit of fantasy, it can appear like a spiral. Not just any spiral, a different and unusual one. I’m opening every drawer in my memory, because this looks so familiar.

I know what this is.

‘Can I use this computer?’ I ask, pointing at the empty desk of Atwater.

Voight nods. 

I slide behind it and start searching online. I’ve seen this before, but where and when? 

After googling the most brief term on the planet (spiral math), I finally manage to find that something I was looking for. With a little bit of magic, I transfer it to photoshop and start to play a little bit with the software, knowing damn well I am no where near a professional, but my mediocre—okay, just plain awful basic skills—are enough to create what I want.

‘Patrol girlie, what you doing?’ Atwater asks me as he is approaching me—therefore his own desk—but I shush him.

After a bit of heinous photoshopping, I print it all out and place the pictures I created on the board. ‘I think I’ve got it. I think it has something to do with Fibonacci.’

‘Fibo what?’ Ruzek asks.

‘Fibonacci,’ I repeat, as if that explains it all. ‘I don’t remember much of the math college classes I took, but there was this one class that spoke about spirals and then specifically logarithmic spirals with a certain growth factor: the golden ratio. You have different types, but what we’re now looking at is Fibonacci. A logarithmic spiral, just constructed a bit different. So, Wikipedia told me that this specific spiral starts with a rectangle partitioned into two squares. In each step, the square length of the rectangle’s longest side is added to it. All in all: infinity.’

‘Yeah?’ Voight asks. ‘So?’

‘Look at the spiral over the map of Chicago. The spiral goes over each crime scene. Meaning if this is right, we might know where he is going to attack next. We basically have these these houses,’ I explain, going over the line that remains untouched when it comes to the crime scenes, ‘that could be targeted next.’

‘It makes sense,’ Jay says. ‘The victims had nothing in common and we’ve concluded many times now they are picked ad random. This might be random to the rest of the world, but for the killer, who has the same M.O. every single time, it makes perfect sense.’

‘What’s your guess for the next target?’ Antonio asks me.

‘Not too sure,’ I continue. ‘I haven’t checked each residence on the line yet, however… I suspect it has something to do with the Fibonacci sequence.’

‘And what is that?’ Atwater asks.

‘It’s 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, et cetera.’ Realizing that does not explain it at all, I add: ‘Basically it’s: zero plus one equals one. One plus one equals two. One plus two equals three. Two plus three equals five, and so on and so on. Some number in the Fibonacci sequence, probably far along the line, will give us something. I’ve got a website where you can put in a number and you’ll find out if it’s in the Fibonacci sequence or not.’

I’m nearly out of breath by the time I’m finished with my explanation. 

‘You heard the lady,’ Voight says, ‘come back with something useful. Johnston, you busy?’

‘No sir,’ my partner says. 

‘Stay and help out. We can use all the hands we have.’

He nods. ‘Sure thing, sarge.’

Voight looks over at me and nods. ‘Good work, officer Barlowe,’ he says.

Before I can gleam with pride, Jay asks: ‘Okay nerd, how are we gonna do this?’

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There were two houses whose house numbers matched one in the Fibonacci sequence. One house had three students living in it, the other had a couple. 

To not stir anyone and create a media frenzy on top of the already fabricated mess. We have circled both houses with tons of plain clothed officers. Out of Intelligence, Atwater, Ruzek, Halstead and Olinsky have covered the bachelor pad of the students as that place has more exits to cover. Together with sergeant Voight and Johnston, I cover the other house. There is no wiring in the place. The inhabitants of the houses don’t even know we’ve circled their places. That we have eyes on the place, on every entrance.

As we’re waiting, my mind drifts off to this morning’s crime scene. Poor Rebecca Callahan. It’s sad for the entire family, truly, however seeing little Rebecca in her pajamas, her teddy bear still in her hands makes me wanna hurl. To curl myself up in a ball and scream.

‘Barlowe, head in the game?’ sergeant Voight asks, dragging me from my thoughts.

‘I have,’ I say, though that is a tremendous lie. I had my head everywhere but the game. Realizing he’ll poke right through my lie, I turn to the side and add: ‘I will.’

His eyes meet mine and he nods, but it appears he doesn’t believe me. 

‘Sir, I will have my head in the game from now on,’ I say. ‘I promise.’

‘Then don’t doze off.’

From the corner of my eyes, I see Johnston hiding his amusement. Well, he can stick that ‘Abigail, he has taken a liking of you’-comment up his ass, because the sergeant is totally telling me off.

‘I won’t,’ I say. ‘On top of my game.’

Time goes by so slowly. It’s ten at night and we’ve been here since eight. For me it feels like eternity. I have never been good at waiting. I failed many of my stake outs on the first try, solely because I am impatient, easily distracted when staring into nothing, waiting for something. 

‘What if I got it wrong?’ I ask. ‘What if this isn’t right?’

‘You’ve given us the most useful information about this case,’ Voight says. ‘If you got it wrong, at least you tried.’

‘Sarge, you ever encountered someone like this?’ Johnston asks. ‘A serial killer?’

‘Serial killers?’ Voight says. ‘Yes. Someone like this. No, never.’

‘We once chased a guy down the streets,’ I say. ‘Think it was within my first year. He shot my first partner and I just went on a rampage, desperate to find him. But he was quick and I lost him. Later, I accidentally caught him with Johnston, my newly assigned partner. Went for a drug bust, ended up finding him and the lives he took. It was the first crime Johnston and I semi solved together.’

Voight nods. ‘It never gets easier,’ he notes, ‘but eventually you’ll grow thick skin.’

Minutes go by, turning into an hour. ‘Got eyes on someone,’ Voight says. 

We all sit straighter and we see a man. His back is straight as a ruler and he’s so pale, he nearly lights up in the darkness of the night. He has a little suitcase in his hand and with a certain expertise and confidence, he manages to open the window of the basement.

He did that a little too easy in my opinion.

‘We already got him for breaking and entering,’ I note. ‘We’re going in?’

‘Let’s wait one minute, but be ready.’

This is by far the slowest minute of my damn life. He finally gives us the go ahead and Johnston and I make our way out of the vehicle. Because I’m the tiniest, I am the only one who can fit through the window the our man got through. If I open the one next to it, Johnston and the sergeant can come with me. 

After I cleared the basement from outside and inside, I squeeze myself through the opening and open the window. I guide them inside and we make our way through the house. Johnston and I thoroughly checking every room. But then I hear a deafening scream coming from the master bedroom.

I avert my eyes to Voight, who nods at both me and Johnston. My broad partner kicks in the door, screaming: ‘Chicago PD, hands in the air!’

The man in the bed is severely bleeding, however I do think I can still see him breathing. The killer drags the woman by her hair and pulls her up. Her screams are painful and it hurts to see her so terrified.

‘Let her go,’ Voight says.

I swallow hard, realizing this man has a plan. And letting her go, isn’t going to happen. We don’t have a clear shot already, but if we get him to focus on one person, he might turn. He might lower his guard and be less focused.

It’s always worth a try.

‘Hey,’ I say, putting my gun away. ‘Look, I am not going to shoot you, okay? Just… Let’s have a chat.’

It appears he is surprised by that fact. ‘About?’

Okay, he is not appalled by the idea, which is good.

‘The murders you committed,’ I say. ‘No matter what the papers or these guys say, I am absolutely fascinated by the precision.’

He frowns, however his ego is boosted a little, he can’t hide that.

‘I mean, it took us quite some time, but we figured it out. No wait, I figured it out,’ I say. ‘Fibonacci, right?’

He nods. ‘Yes, Fibonacci.’ He takes me in from top to bottom. ‘What’s your name?’

‘I’m officer Abigail Barlowe, but you can call me Abigail. What’s yours?’

‘Wesley.’

Good, I know his name. That’s one step. Besides, it’s better than The Night Killer, which I’m sure is only adding to his ego. ‘I am not an expert on it, but I feel like you are,’ I continue on. 

As I’m talking to him, as I’m keep giving him compliments, I can tell he’s slacking and he isn’t quite aware of me closing in on him and giving the two cops I’m with more space.

‘Can you tell me about it?’ I ask. 

He shakes his head. ‘No,’ he says, ‘because you’re not interested. You’re trying to get me to confess.’

‘I don’t really need your confession. We got you for breaking and entering already and you’re holding a woman at gunpoint,’ I dryly note. ‘If you talk, we can help you.’

The switch of the personality of this man is frightening. ‘I’m a dead man already,’ he says and he wants to point his gun at me, but before he can do that, a loud shot is cleared, red blood splatters fly through the air and the woman nearly launches herself in my arms. ‘It’s okay,’ I say, ‘you’re safe.’

Chicago is safe from the Night Killer. 

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I have gotten quite good over the years, to push my personal business aside and not let it interfere with my work. Sure, sometimes cases remind me of my own past, but what I’m feeling now different.

After the Night Killer—a.k.a. Wesley Henderson—is dead by a shot cleared from sergeant Voight’s gun, I felt a mix of relief and jealousy wash over me. Chicago was no longer terrorized by this man, which is good news. The closure for everyone who deserves it, is also good news.

But I feel so jealous.

I look into Voight’s office and I decide to make my way over. I knock on the door. ‘Knock knock,’ I say. ‘Can I come in?’

He looks up from his work, before he nods and holds out his hand, non verbally telling me I could take a seat. ‘What’s up?’ he asks.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I kinda went off script back there.’

Voight doesn’t seem like he is appreciative of my apology. ‘You saved their lives by stalling. You did well. I don’t need an apology for that.’

I lean back in the seat. ‘Thank you.’

He sits up straighter, placing his underarms on the desk. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘you’ve shown me time and time again you’re a great cop. The CPD should be grateful you’re one of them.’

I feel my face heating up, but thanks to my soft brown skin it doesn’t show. ‘Thank you, sir. That truly means a lot.’

‘I’ve heard you have aspirations of joining Intelligence.’

I bet that was Johnston. Don’t know if I’m going to be thankful for him blabber mouthing or not. ‘I have indeed expressed those wishes,’ I carefully say. 

‘Why do you think you’d fit in Intelligence?’

I realize this is my shot and I do not want to fuck it up. But then I realize I don’t know what to say. ‘Well,’ I say, ‘I love to protect and to serve, but I personally feel like patrolling isn’t what I want to do all my life, especially when I am of the belief I have a lot more to offer.’

Sergeant Voight nods. ‘Well, I share that belief,’ he says, ‘because you’ve got a lot to offer. So, that’s why I want to make an offer. If you want, you can join Intelligence.’

Thank you, Tyrell Johnston for running off your mouth. ‘Excuse me?’ I ask. ‘You want me to join intelligence?’

‘The spot is yours if you want.’

That is probably the greatest news I’ve heard today. I let out a laugh of unbelief. ‘I’ll that it!’

He nods, when something that resembles a smirk appears on his face. ‘Then I will see you tomorrow, officer Barlowe.’

‘See you tomorrow, sergeant. I will not let you down and keep my head in the game.’

‘Atta girl,’ he says, now officially smirking. ‘Now go home and rest. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.’

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Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee

#fearless #fearless season 1 #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #hank voight #hank voight x ofc #hank voight x oc #hank voight x asian ofc #asian ofc #hank voight x abigail barlowe #abigail barlowe

[tootern2345]

Fleischer Studios staff from 1930-1931

Vet Anderson, Andy Engman, and Ed Rehberg were formerly Fables/Van Beuren men who later moved to the west coast

Grim Natwick, James “Shamus” Culhane, Bernie Wolf, Al Eugster, & Art Turkisher all ended up going to Ub Iwerks before the other four men moved to other studios (mainly Disney)

William Henning was the inbetweening supervisor before Edith Vernick replaced him

Sam Stimson worked for Bill Nolan’s studio in New Jersey during the silent ages

Al Windley was a Harrison-Gould camera operator

Nick Tafuri, Bill Turner, Joe Stultz, Seymour Kneitel, Isadore Sparber, and Myron Waldman became Famous Studios regulars (with Seymour and Izzy also being supervisors for the studio as well)

H. Ritterband and Louis McCormick were camera operators who later moved to famous studios

Charles Schettler. Vera Coleman, Ruth Fleischer, and Edith Vernick were Inkwell studio veterans

Frank Paiker would later do camerawork for Hanna Barbera

Ted Sears later became a driving force in Disney’s story department

Sadie Friedlander later married and became Sadie Bodin, she got fired from Van Beuren during the time Burt Gillett reigned on the studio

George Cannata and Reuben Timmins (R. Timinsky here) worked in different studios Coast to Coast

Nelly Sanborn was the head of the timing department and later move on to famous studios somewhere into the ink & paint department under the name of Nelly Sanborn-Greene

Ben Shenkman would later become a prolific caricaturist/character designer for cartoons as well as assistant animator & animator

Harvey Eisenberg, Saul Kessler, & Al Geiss later became associated with TerryToons before moving to other studios (Eisenberg becoming a prominent layout artist/character designer for MGM’s Tom & Jerry and Al Geiss was involved with the Screen Gems Studio during the 40’s)

Milt Platkin would change his name to Kin Platt and become a noted story artist/scriptwriter. He’s noted for writing almost all of the Top Cat episodes for Hanna-Barbera

and Mae Schwartz was Dave Fleischer’s secretary

#fleischer studios #fleischer studio staff #staff photo #animation #golden age of animation #1930’s #1930’s animation #classic cartoons #staff #animation veterans #grim natwick #berny wolf #shamus culhane #rudy zamora #al eugster #reuben timmins #max fleischer #dave fleischer #lou fleischer #joe fleischer #seymour kneitel #isadore sparber #edith vernick #vera coleman #william henning #taken from the fabulous fleischer cartoons restored facebook banner #credit to them!!! #alongside virginia mahoney #who is related to seymour kneitel

[andthatisnotfake]

I got tagged by @frogprincesnowglobe to list 10 songs i’ve been listening to a lot lately. Thank you! 💞

Trying to pick one from each artist to diversify it.

1. La Loto (TINI, Becky G. and Anitta)

2. Révolution (Elias)

3. Te Felicito (Shakira, Rawn Alejandro)

4. Dandelions (Ruth B.)

5. Your Daddy Don't Know (Toronto)

6. Stay (Rihanna and Mikky Ekko)

7. I'm so excited (Omar Rudberg)

8. Waving through a window (Ben Platt)

9. A Queda (Glória Groove)

10. Le Cœur Holiday (MIKA, Soprano)

Tagging @hi-yekaterina @blackhighheels @thevioletjones @winterboxx @hilliska

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Martyrs Lane - Ruth Platt - 2021 - UK

#martyrs lane #ruth platt #cemetery #goth #gothic

[byneddiedingo]

Sam Bottoms, Eileen Brennan, and Timothy Bottoms in The Last Picture Show (Peter Bogdanovich, 1971) Cast: Timothy Bottoms, Jeff Bridges, Cybill Shepherd, Ben Johnson, Cloris Leachman, Ellen Burstyn, Eileen Brennan, Clu Gulager, Sam Bottoms, Sharon Ullrick, Randy Quaid, Joe Heathcock, Bill Thurman, Barc Doyle. Screenplay: Larry McMurtry, Peter Bogdanovich, based on a novel by McMurtry. Cinematography: Robert Surtees. Production design: Polly Platt. Film editing: Donn Cambern Ben Johnson and Cloris Leachman won Oscars for The Last Picture Show, Jeff Bridges and Ellen Burstyn were nominees, and Cybill Shepherd and even Randy Quaid went on to more prominent careers, but the protagonist of the film is Sonny Crawford, played by Timothy Bottoms. His quiet, shyly withdrawn character is the one that carries the movie from beginning to end. The role could have been played by Bridges, but I think director Peter Bogdanovich made the right decision: Bridges is too up-front an actor for the role of Sonny. Bottoms's ability to fade handsomely into the background makes him a perfect actor for a character who needs to be quietly passive. He shouldn't outshine the rest of the ensemble, but instead bring home the film's message about the damage that can be done in a dying community like Anarene, Texas -- an antithesis to the sentimentalized small towns that for so long dominated American movies. What emerges from the starved lives of the citizens of Anarene is not a sense of community, a willingness to love and help one's neighbor, but a kind of deep meanness, a self-righteous self-centeredness. For me, the scene that best captures this emotional and moral stuntedness is the one in which the town goes out in hysterical pursuit of Joe Bob Blanton (Barc Doyle), the preacher's son whom we see being bullied and mocked throughout the movie. In our times, I suspect, Joe Bob's revenge would have involved shooting up the local high school, but instead he picks up a little girl and drives off into the country with her, setting off a frenzy. But when he's found and carted off to jail, everyone seems to forget about the little girl: We see her tagging along, virtually unnoticed, after the mob that's rejoicing in its victory. We remember how surprised and disgusted people were when Sam the Lion (Ben Johnson) left Joe Bob a thousand dollars in his will -- probably to tell the boy to get the hell out of Anarene before it's too late. Unfortunately, it seems to be too late for everyone else. Duane goes off to Korea, but he promises to return if he doesn't get shot. Jacy, we hear, is in Dallas, but she'll maintain the carapace of vanity and manipulativeness she evolved in Anarene wherever she goes. At the end, we're left with Sonny and Ruth (Leachman), reunited in lonely hopelessness.

#The Last Picture Show #Peter Bogdanovich #Timothy Bottoms #Sam Bottoms #Eileen Brennan

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inspiration  :  what  media  inspired  your  interpretation  of  your  muse  ?  can  be  anything  ;  books  ,  movies  ,  songs  ,  whatever  !

@hollowpillow also sent in inspiration so I'll just answer here. For Simon, I use a lot of music for inspiration. Sometimes it's not the actual lyrics that inspire me, but the vibes of a song instead.

Chasing Pavements by Adele

I Could Get Used to This by The Veronicas (teenage me was obsessed with this song don't @ me :v )

Lonely by Noah Cyrus

Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis

Better by Ben Platt

Don't Speak For Me (True) by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

King of My Heart by Sub-Radio

Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

The Archer by Taylor Swift

Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift but SPECIFICALLY the cover by Kurt Hugo Schneider

Lost Boy by Ruth B.

And idk a few others. I don't have them in a playlist, but I should probably make one at some point.

#sallow hills (memes)

[thepeoplesmovies]

Win Shudder Original Martyrs Lane On DVD

Win Shudder Original Martyrs Lane On DVD @AcornMedia #win #MartyrsLane #Horror @Shudder_UK #RuthPlatt #DeniseGough

FOR A night of haunting dread and claustrophobic terror visit Martyrs Lane if you dare. Now this Shudder Original has now arrived (4th July) on UK DVD and digital courtesy of Acorn Media International. Fancy winning a DVD copy? Leah (Kiera Thompson – The Emily Atack Show) feels like a stranger in her own home – a large, creaky, old Victorian vicarage where she lives with her distant mother Sarah…

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#2021 #Acorn Media International #Denise Gough #Martyrs Lane #Ruth Platt