#rod reynolds

[formlines]

"Sunset" Sculpture

Rod Smith

#Rod Smith #Kwakwaka'wakw #Douglas Reynolds Gallery

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1945, in the Philippines campaign during World War II, Lt Fitzgerald was greatly troubled to learn that he had suddenly developed the ability to know who was about to die. ("The Purple Testament", Twilight Zone, TV)

#nerds yearbook #sci fi tv #paranormal #1945 #wwii #ww2 #world war 2 #world war ii #tz #twilight zone #philippines #the purple testament #rod serling #richard l bare #dick york #barney phillips #paul mazursky #william reynolds #william phipps #s john launer #michael vandever #marc cavell #warren oates #ron masak #brad brown #john burnside #irvin zabo koszewski #robert mccord #gordon mitchell

[all-action-all-picture]

HG Wells' The Time Machine (1960). Poster art by Reynold Brown.

#rod taylor #the time machine #hg wells #1960 #movie poster #reynold brown

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

#The Catered Affair #Bette Davis #Ernest Borgnine #Debbie Reynolds #Barry Fitzgerald #Rod Taylor #Richard Brooks #1956

[ghassanrassam]

1956 socially ambitious Bette Davis tries hard to ruin her daughter’s wedding

#bette davis #ernest borgnine #barry fitzgerald #debbie reynolds #rod taylor

[scottwellsmagic]

771: S.A.M. 2023 Convention in New Orleans - Day One Report

Sunday, July 23rd

8:00 AM REGISTRATION Open Vieux Carre Foyer

9:00 AM SAM National Council Mtg “Thurston Lecture Hall” SYM Youth Academy “William Andrews Classroom”

11:00 AM Exhibitors Grand Opening “Kellar Exhibitor Hall”

1:00 PM SHOW 1: Exhibitors Showcase Show “Thurston Lecture Hall”

2:15 PM Convention Welcome “Thurston Lecture Hall”

2:30 PM Lecture 1: Bruce Kalver – Tech Tips & Tricks “Thurston Lecture Hall”

4:00 PM Lecture 2: Barry Mitchell Focus on Funny for Kids “Thurston Lecture Hall”

4:00 PM REGISTRATION Closed Vieux Carre Foyer

6:00 PM Exhibitors Close “Kellar Exhibitor Hall” 8:00 PM PARTY 1: Mardi Gras Welcome Party. Join the 2nd line Parade –   with the Crecent City Conjourers (Warpo, Doug Conn, Devon Faul, Steve Reynolds, Winston Helling Jr, Michael Dardant) and Variety Talent by Frenchman Street Productions Promenade/Courtyard/Martinkas Backroom and balcony

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#S.A.M. Convention #New Orleans #Dick Olson #Lindsay Olson #Rod Chow #John Midgley #Steve Reynolds #Cody Clark #Sid Hagarty #John Sturk #Cinde Sanders #Dal Sanders #Bruce Calver #Alan Howard

[automotiveamerican]

Single Seat Race Car Build Part 2: Traditional But Trick, We Dig This Little Race Car Project - Chad Reynolds @Bangshift

Single Seat Race Car Build Part 2: Traditional But Trick, We Dig This Little Race Car Project – Chad Reynolds @Bangshift

We’ve been following this project to see where it would go and it’s pretty trick. We are going to share all the videos with you as the deadline for the build to be completed and raced looms near. Check it out! Bennett’s Customs is an Australian is a traditional builder that does some pretty cool car and motorcycle projects, and they have embarked on a new project that must be done by September…

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#Bangshift #Bennett’s Customs #Chad Reynolds #hot rod #This Single Seat Race Car Build

[glennk56]

Tom Bosley before Happy Days (2 of 2) (1959-1972)

Tom Bosley's next movie in 1968 was as a family doctor in Yours, Mine and Ours starring Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda.

In Dec. 1968 Tom Bosley teamed up with Alice Ghostley as KAOS agents in an episode of Get Smart.

Tom Bosley guest-starred in an episode of The Virginian in 1969.

In 1969 Tom Bosley started as a regular on The Debbie Reynolds Show. He played her brother-in-law in 20 of the 26 episodes of the one season it was on.

Tom Bosley also guest-starred in 2 episodes of Bonanza, 1 in 1968 and 1 in 1969. He is shown here with, of course, Dan Blocker.

Tom Bosley was in the pilot episode of Night Gallery which aired in Nov. 1969. He was in the segment entitled 'Eyes' which is one of the more memorable offerings of the Night Gallery series. It starred Joan Crawford, screenplay by Rod Serling himself and directed by a young Steven Spielberg.

Tom Bosley played Esmeralda's old boyfriend in an episode of Bewitched in 1971, again teaming up with Alice Ghostley.

Also in 1971, Tom Bosley appeared in an episode of Mission: Impossible. Pictured with Harold J. Stone.

In the fall of 1972 Tom Bosley was cast in The Sandy Duncan Show. This was a reformulation of the show Funny Face from the previous year. The only thing that remained from Funny Face was Sandy Duncan's character. The new cast also included M. Emmet Walsh. Bosley played Sandy's boss at an Advertising Company. The show lasted 13 episodes, which is how many episodes Funny Face lasted.

Also in the fall of 1972 Tom Bosley started in the animated Wait Til Your Father Gets Home voicing the father Harry Boyle. This show lasted 3 seasons and 48 episodes.

In 1973, Tom Bosley guest-starred in an episode of another 13-episode seres, A Touch of Grace starring Shirley Booth. Pictured here with comic Jackie Vernon.

During these years Tom Bosley also guest-starred in episodes Mod Squad, The Sixth Sense, Marcus Welby, MD, Medical Center, Love, American Style, Maude, McMillan & Wife and others. He also did many TV movies and was a regular on The Dean Martin Show.

#Tom Bosley #1960s #1970s #fat actor #chub actor

[formlines]

Raven Mask

Rod Smith

#Rod Smith #Kwakwaka'wakw #Douglas Reynolds Gallery

[celestetcetera]

Here’s my count of what exactly each tgwdlm actor does, because I like sorting information and was curious. Each track is named after their most prominent character (imo).

Paul track

1 character: Paul

2 songs (2 lead, 0 ensemble/group): Let It Out, Inevitable

Emma track

5 characters: Emma, Smoking Teen #1, Donna Daggit*, Pedestrian #4, The Hatchetfield Bee/Alice’s Friend

4 songs (1 lead, 3 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Roasted Coffee, Not Your Seed

Ted track

7 characters: Ted, Homeless Man, Smoking Teen #2, Dan Reynolds*, Beanies’s Patron #1, Soldier #1, Rod*

6 songs (1 lead, 5 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Poisoned Coffee, America is Great Again, Let It Out, Inevitable

Bill track

5 characters: Bill, Pedestrian #1, Beanie’s Patron #3, “Stu”, Soldier #4

7 songs (0 lead, 7 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Poisoned Coffee, Show Stoppin’ Number, America is Great Again, Let It Out, Inevitable

Sam track

6 characters: Mr. Davidson, Sam, Barry Swift/Man in a Hurry, Pedestrian #2, General McNamara, “Greg”

11 songs (5 lead, 6 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, What Do You Want Paul?, Show Me Your Hands, Tied Up My Heart, Join Us (And Die), Show Stoppin’ Number, America is Great Again, Let Him Come, Let It Out, Inevitable

Charlotte track

6 characters: Charlotte, Nora, Deb, Pedestrian #3, Soldier #3, Colonel Schaffer

10 songs (3 lead, 7 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Roasted Coffee, Cup of Poisoned Coffee, Join Us (And Die), Not Your Seed, America is Great Again, Let Him Come, Let It Out, Inevitable

Alice track

7 characters: Melissa, Zoey, Harmony Jones/Greenpeace Girl, Alice, Cop #2, Soldier #2, Nurse

9 songs (4 lead, 5 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Roasted Coffee, Cup of Poisoned Coffee, Show Me Your Hands, Not Your Seed, America is Great Again, Let It Out, Inevitable

Hidgins track

6 characters: Professor Hidgins, Peter Spankoffski/Hot Chocolate Boy, Beanie’s Patron #2, Cop #1, Soldier #5

9 songs (1 lead, 8 ensemble/group): The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, La Dee Dah Dah Day, Cup of Poisoned Coffee, Show Me Your Hands, Show Stoppin’ Number, America is Great Again, Let Him Come, Let It Out, Inevitable

* role is prerecorded

#tgwdlm #the guy who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #Paul’s was so easy to count lmaoooo #Jeff Blim is insane for running the Sam track holy shit #Also shoutout to Moriah and Jaime for the Alice and Charlotte tracks cuz they’re quite busy too #Corey is so underutilized as Bill :( #at least he seems to get a lot of book to make up for it #same for Paul and Emma who unsurprisingly Don’t Sing Much #ideal roles if you wanted to avoid singing as much as possible I guess

[telaviv-delhi]

Hátigen A vicc, hogy az Apollo 11 legénységének is van csillaga a tv-ben nyújtott tevékenységért. Talán a Holdtagadók Társasága szponzorálta :) Végülis: Churchill meg irodalmi Nobel-díjat kapott :)

VIDEO:

A lencsevégre kapott valakik, benne néhány kivándorolt/elmenekült/elűzött magyarral:

Elvis Presley, Orson Welles, Clark Gable, Audrey Hepburn, Arthur Spiegel, Apollo 11 Crew (Neil Armstrong, Edvin E. Aldrin), August Lumiere, Johnny Cash, Humphrey Bogart, Ernest Borgnine, Mariska Hargitay, Kim Novak, Kevin Bacon, Lassie, Ronald Reagan, George Cukor, David Niven, Marlene Dietrich, Jane's Addiction, Richard Pryor, Alfred Hitchcock, Frank Sinatra, Orson Welles, Joseph Szigeti, Tom Jones, Eva Gabor, Larry King, John Cusack, Vladimir Horowitz, Daniel Radcliffe, Celine Dion, Bee Gees, Matt Damon, Forest Whitaker, Martin Landau, Billy Bob Thornton, Harrison Ford, Kevin Costner, Russel Crowe, Anthony Hopkins, Martin Scorsese, Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, Halle Berry, Steven Spielberg, Jamie Foxx, Jamie Foxx, Susan Sarandon, Whoopi Goldberg, Bela Lugosi, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rod Stewart, Hugh Laurie, Ella Fitzgerald, Aerosmith, Janis Joplin, Mötley Crue, Marilyn Monroe, Ozzy Osbourne, Jay Leno, Sandra Bullock, Keanu Reeves, Anthony Perkins, Britney Spears, Antonio Banderas, Peter Jackson, Ryan Reynolds, Ricky Martin, The Doors, Slash, John Travolta, Salma Hayek, Charles Bronson, William Shatner, Godzilla, Tom Selleck, Tom Selleck, Jodie Foster, Quentin Tarantino, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Elton John, Billy Crystal, Bruce Willis, Tommy Lee Jones, Bruce Lee, Orlando Bloom, Eddie Murphy, Drew Barrymore, Julio Iglesias, Glenn Close, James Dunn, Alice Cooper, Henry Fonda, David Hasselhoff, Patrick Swayze, Richard Chamberlain, Samuel L. Jackson, Johnny Depp, RuPaul, Peter Falk, Thomas A. Edison, Helen Mirren, Tony Curtis, Dwayne Johnson, Groucho Marx, Greta Garbo, Kermit the Frog, Mariah Carey, George Clooney, Colleen Moore, Eddie Murphy, Denzel Washington, Walter Matthau, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Peter Sellers, Sophia Loren, Anthony Quinn, Sean Connery, Al Pacino, Johnny Depp, Robert de Niro, The Hunger Games, Kevin Costner, Kim Novak, Henry Fonda, etc.

As of 2023, the Walk of Fame comprises 2,752 stars, which are spaced at 6-foot (1.8 m) intervals. There is a $75,000 sponsorship fee upon selection. The fee is used to pay for the creation and installation of the star, as well as maintenance of the Walk of Fame.

Donald Trump valamivel leöntve. Nem akarom tudni, hogy mivel öntötték le ennek a derék, becsületes, szőke, fehér hazafinak a csillagát.

#Elvis Presley #Orson Welles #Clark Gable #Audrey Hepburn #Arthur Spiegel #Apollo 11 Crew #Neil Armstrong #Edvin E. Aldrin #August Lumiere #Johnny Cash #Humphrey Bogart #Ernest Borgnine #Mariska Hargitay #Kim Novak #Kevin Bacon #Lassie #Ronald Reagan #George Cukor #David Niven #Marlene Dietrich #Jane's Addiction #Richard Pryor #Alfred Hitchcock #Frank Sinatra #Joseph Szigeti #Tom Jones #Eva Gabor #Larry King #John Cusack

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #383 - "Preserved"

Originally posted on May 20th, 2009

Story - Martin Fisher Art - Alex Santos Colours - Ian Lea Letters - Dave Reynolds

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Sizzle’s bio by Bob Budiansky gives his function as “Interceptor”, so this is a strip where he intercepts a shot meant for Ultra Magnus. The generic bad guy in the fourth panel who fires the shot is based on Robotmasters Reverse Convoy. Santos' original lineart (included below) reveals a host of G1 characters block-coloured in the crowd, who I haven't tagged as they’re obscured in the final version: Grimlock, Slag, Blaster, Blurr, Hot Rod, Landfill, Jazz, Beachcomber, Cosmos, Bumblebee, Hound, and a handful more I couldn't identify at the page's resolution—let me know if you have any thoughts!

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #original continuity #Martin Fisher #Alex Santos #Ian Lea #Dave Reynolds #Sizzle #Fizzle #Guzzle #Springer #Ultra Magnus #Broadside #Shrapnel

[nanoland]

i’m publishing a new book! here’s the first chapter!

Dough is a contemporary M/F small town romance that’ll be available for purchase on December 23rd; HOWEVER! you can, if you like, preorder it right now, as preordering is a way of helping out independent creators like myself who don’t have a marketing department at our disposal. i’d be really, really grateful if you did. 

here is the link! 

and here, as promised, is the first chapter: 

Chapter 1

Lucy Laufenberg’s Christmas display was, once again, the talk of the town.

Last year, she’d constructed an entire cookie forest, with wafer trees and coconut snow, through which a herd of gingerbread reindeer cavorted – one with a fat juicy cherry on its snout – their respective positions and size carefully calculated to create the illusion of depth. An architecturally-accurate cabin of pocky and marzipan had nestled in the background, a snickerdoodle pathway leading up to its front door, beside which stood a beaming fondant Mrs Claus.

Adorable, her customers had said.

Genius, the mayor had said when he’d come round for a photo op.

A waste of God-given talent, Pastor Carl of the local megachurch had said in reaction to the banner she’d put up over the display reading ‘Happy Holidays!’, and she was proudest of that.

This year, just to really fuck with Pastor Carl and his Facebook Flat Earth freakshow, the theme was cosmology. The Earth, a marzipan geoid, orbited a sun made from yellow cake, both elevated by thin, transparent plastic rods to seemingly hover against a black liquorice backdrop. The stars were one hundred and seventeen vanilla cookies, nestled amongst nebulas crafted from purple-pink candyfloss and dark chocolate pizzelle singularities.

To render her creation adequately festive, she’d added a bright red fondant sleigh being pulled by a fondant rocket ship, racing a pair of gumdrop meteors.

“Heck, kiddo,” said her Dad when she texted him a picture. “Guess that engineering degree wasn’t a total waste after all!”

The inevitable self-loathing spiral that line would have usually initiated was, thankfully, quickly cancelled out by the already-existing spiral of anxiety she’d been caught in all morning.

The magazine people were coming round at noon.

There would be photographs taken.

In between shovelling batches in and out of the oven, she’d dusted and polished every last inch of the shop. While one hand was giving a customer change and handing over a dozen hot croissants in a brown bag, the other was applying Tarte Maneater Voluptuous Mascara. When Antoinette arrived, dapper as ever in her waistcoat and tweed hat, Lucy left her in charge while she ducked into the kitchen to finish bullying her dense brown locks into an Amy Winehouse-style beehive decorated with delicate snowflake hairpins.

“Very nice,” said Antoinette, her white sleeves already rolled up and busy placing shortbread triangles into a pale peach box emblazoned with their looping logo: The Sugar Palace.

Lucy glanced at one of the six full-length mirrors that lined the shop’s walls to make it look bigger than it was, studying her gold nails, sparkling heels, and very favourite cute, deep green babydoll dress with frills and big, functionless wooden buttons running down the front, currently obscured by her apron. “Not too much?”

Her best friend and staunchest ally was firm: “No such thing as too much. You’re a goddess.”

“Aw.”

“Feel good? Feel powerful?”

“Yeah. Totally. Totally powerful.”

“Good. Now, there’s your coffee. Have a sip, then process what I’m about to tell you with patience and decorum.”

One month older than her, Antoinette Reynolds was the only childhood accomplice who’d stuck with Lucy all these years and Lucy was still ashamed that it had taken her so long to recognise that she had anorexia – long enough that her by-then business partner, ever proud and fiercely independent, had been well into her first battle with recovery when the truth had come out. The last half decade had brought marked improvement for them both, health-wise, though Lucy was still compelled by habit to check with a glance how brittle Antoinette’s nails were looking as she gently placed the mug in Lucy’s hands.  

Lucy shut her eyes. Took a sip. Set the mug back down. “I’m prepared.”

“He’s back.”

“Back?” she hissed, spinning towards the shop’s front window. “No! No, no, no! He’s visiting his grandma in Atlanta! He’s not due back until tomorrow!”

Though her cookie cosmos partially obscured her view, through the candyfloss clouds and gleaming glass she could just about make out a thirty-year-old pickup with duct tape where its back window should have been and thick mud coating its tires. “Dammit. This is not okay, Ant. I went out of my way to ask his brother when he’d be back. The magazine people can’t see him. Absolutely not.”

Antoinette sighed, absently brushing a strand of her artfully messy bob out of her eyes. “Lucy, I get it. I do. This sucks. It’s a blow. But let’s be rational here, right, and let’s not make any hasty… Lucy?”

Lucy was already out the door.

He’s not getting away with this, dammit. He’s not. 

0   

Her holiday displays were only one of many ways Lucy worked her ass off turning her little shop into the cutest thing this side of town.

The front of the building was painted duck-egg blue with creamy yellow stripes. Dense flowering bushes grew in wooden tubs on either side of the main window, dribbling purple petals everywhere. A small cobblestone path meandered down to the road, flanked by a dozen lawn flamingos wearing bonnets and berets. Off to the side stood a perfectly-pruned lemon tree from which hung a charming handmade birdfeeder.

To be clear: Lucy hadn’t been trying to make the colourless, featureless block across the road crummy by comparison. If anything, she’d been trying to draw attention away from its dowdiness.

Alas, the result was the same. As The Sugar Palace had blossomed, Murkins’ Laundromat had become ever greyer and meaner-looking.

(As had its owner, Antoinette was fond of saying.)

But you couldn’t get to Strut Murkins without first wading through an army of half-feral relatives.

A grubby adolescent nephew, Kyle or something, sat warming his ass on the pavement next to the truck like he was guarding it – like there was a single human on Planet Earth who might want to steal it – and smoking a cigarette Lucy tore right out of his mouth as she passed.

He leapt up with a strangled ‘The fuck? Bitch!’ that elicited an amused chortle from the tall man with the world’s most God-forsaken mullet striding out the front door carrying a bulging garbage bag; Bronco, Strut’s younger brother by a decade, twenty-something and looking, as per usual, like he’d spent the morning traipsing around the woods.

(Maybe he had. Rumour had it he was a poacher.)

Getting in Bronco’s face, Lucy snarled, “You let the kid smoke? He’s a child, for God’s sake.”

She punctuated her sentence by throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it, her sparkling heels failing to deliver the decisive ‘thud’ she’d have preferred.

“Hell with you, lady!” Kyle screeched.

Bronco shrugged, which was his default response to everything. “Eh. He’s a li’l shit.”

Then something else, low and incomprehensible as he glanced away. Like her, the Murkins clan wasn’t from round these parts. Some trailer park in Alabama – that was the rumour. Their accents supported it. Lucy got the distinct impression that those accents thickened, quite deliberately, when they were talking to people they didn’t like.

“You said your brother wouldn’t be back until Wednesday,” she insisted.  

Another shrug. “Strut does what he likes.”

Bronco resumed walking, flicking his fuming nephew’s ear as he went by. Gritting her teeth, Lucy stepped inside the laundromat and was instantly assaulted by the only thing worse than holiday carols; holiday bro country.  

‘That Christmas tree ain’t the only thing getting lit this year!’ sang FGL, making her wish she’d brought a baseball bat.

The twins were perched like exotic birds atop a tumble dryer, all gangly limbs and bangles, Priss painting her nails black while Barb groped her own left breast.

“Would you cut that out? Customers gonna think you’re a perv,” sneered Priss, tossing back her long bottle-blonde hair.

Barb, drabber and with a buzz cut, snapped, “The internet said this is how you do it! Catch ‘em early and the doctors can zap ‘em with a laser. Catch ‘em late and they gotta hack your tits clean off. I’m being fucking responsible, you whore. And you should be, too! You wanna work in Hollywood one day, yeah? How’re you gonna do that if they’ve hacked off your tits? Not like you’ve got anything else going for you.”

“Where’s Strut?” Lucy interrupted, before they could descend into one of their habitual screaming matches.

Seemingly at the sound of her voice, the baby, playing in a plastic laundry basket placed below the twins’ dangling feet, started to cry. Dee, real name Dorothy-Amber-Leslie Murkins, was the only member of the family with big, beautiful green eyes, doe-like and dewy. Everyone else’s were blue and squinty. Lucy endured ten seconds of silent, identical squints before giving up and stalking over to the back room.

“He’s busy!” Barb called.

“So am I,” muttered Lucy, pushing the door open and finding Strut Murkins standing there with his dick out, pissing into an empty Coke bottle.

Stream unfaltering, he growled, “Y’all mind?”

He was a broad man with close-cropped dirty blond hair whose body language had two settings – looming and skulking – and was, Lucy guessed, somewhere between forty and forty-five, with deep frown lines and thin lips prone to curling.

“Told you he was busy!” Barb chimed as Priss cackled. Evil little rats.

They all expected her to clutch her pearls and flee. Damned if she’d give them the satisfaction.

“A word, Mr Murkins,” she said icily, glaring at the bottle, because what was the alternative? Pretend it wasn’t there? “Please.”

At last, the stream trailed off.

Strut gave his dick a brisk shake before tucking it back into his pants and screwing the cap back on the bottle. “No time to chatter today, girlie. Some of us work for a living.”

He put the bottle down on the floor, just close enough to Lucy’s feet that its contents would splatter all over her shoes if it toppled.

Her eyelid twitched. Behind her, Dee was still wailing, atonal and shrill. “You have a bathroom.”

“Toilet’s fucked. Plumber won’t be here ‘til late afternoon. Nothing be done about it,” he informed her airily, then added, with a nasty grin, “unless a fine, charitable person like yourself feels inclined to let us use the one in your shop?”

Inspecting her nails, she said, “Mm. I’m afraid that won’t be possible today. Photographers from Transcendentally Domestic will be coming by. The shop needs to be pristine. The whole street, ideally. That’s why I’d appreciate it if you’d move your truck to somewhere a touch more discrete.”

She’d deliberately adopted her snootiest voice, knowing that it was the fastest way to piss Strut off and that pissing him off was the fastest way to getting what you wanted out of him. He’d explode, call you names, make threats, and then Bronco or the twins would reluctantly intervene and tell him to chill out and cooperate before someone called the damn police.

The police, she’d noticed, were the only people, the only entity that not a single member of the family cared to fuck with. Antoinette’s leading theory was that Strut used the laundromat to smuggle cocaine in and out of town.

True to form, storm clouds were already gathering on Strut’s face.

“Hell’s wrong with my truck?” he growled. “That’s my legal goddamn property. Can park it wherever the fuck I like, thank you oh so very much.”

“Well, no. You can park it where the law says you can park it. Now, at the moment, where it’s parked wouldn’t be a problem – if it weren’t for the picture, Mr Murkins. I believe we’ve already had a conversation about the picture.”

Dee unleashed a particularly piercing cry and Strut cursed and stuck his head out the door to yell, “Brats! Y’all deaf? Feed the fuckin’ baby!”

“Already did!” Barb hollered back.

“Then check her fuckin’ diaper!”

He turned back to Lucy with folded arms and a sneer. “Picture on the truck’s a damn masterpiece. Took Bronco three days to spray paint that shit on.”

“No, it didn’t. It’s an anime mermaid with comically huge breasts. It looks like it took half an hour and as I have told you before, it’s not in keeping with the neighbourhood’s tone. I run a bakery renowned for its cookies and sweets, Strut. I have little, impressionable children coming in every hour of the day. What will their parents think, seeing that… that monstrosity?”

“Eh. Frankly, you got off lightly,” he drawled with a shrug. “Bronco’s a furry. He wanted to make her a sexy fox ‘til I put my foot down.”

“Regardless. Please move the truck. At least until the magazine folks have come and gone. Then you can move it back, with my blessing.”

She graced him with a tight smile.

Scratching his stubble and pursing his lips, he said, “They’re gonna – what? Do an article ‘bout that weirdass school science project you got in your window? Why? Who gives a shit?”

Prick.

“Transcendentally Domestic is currently putting together a series on small female-owned businesses and the challenges of managing a start-up in this economic climate. It’s actually very interesting.”

Bronco burst into the room, almost knocking over the piss bottle and brandishing a phone. “Strut! Call for you. Think it’s Sergio.”

Taking it, Strut gave her a final glance, grunted, “Answer’s no,” and stalked out.

“Your lesbian friend’s looking for you,” Bronco told her, oblivious to her clenched fists and gritted teeth. “Says the magazine woman’s here.”

#books #bookblr #romance novels #mf romance #writeblr #indie publishing #selfpublished

[artsy-hobbitses]

I was actually sort of referring to while they are literally sucked into the portal device thingie.

Like, is the process like getting into a whirlpool and they are sort of falling into the multiverse with flashes of colour? First Aid and Nautica are screaming as the fall through, Rung close behind with horrified cries, Drift shouting out for everyone to hang on and try to grab on to his mates, while Whirl is acting like this is a roller coaster ride. Hot Rod and Brainstorm are close behind, screaming and Hot Rod yells at Brainstorm as they hurl to the opening “IF WE SURVIVE THIS, IM GOING TO KILL YOU—,”

CRASH.

They are in a dog pile, groaning. Drift, Nautica, and Hot Rod shouting “BRAINSTORM!!!”

Friend, if you mean a specific situation you gotta mention (in detail) a specific situation, I can't be on the same wavelength as you if I don't have all the details! :'3

(The askbox doesn't have a limit clearly so feel free to be as elaborate as you want, like you're doing here)

I don't think there's actually time INSIDE the 'tunnel' so to speak to accuse Brainstorm of anything, as the panic is actually more focused on what the FUCK is going on at the Home End, because this instability means that the 'tether' there has been compromised. That, and this 'tunnel' is a lot more chaotic/different from the earlier more stable one.

Hotrod is obviously hyperventilating because he's not daft he KNOWS the only situation (esp with Perceptor overseeing things) that would lead to that happening and he's not able to get back there and help, and that's what fuels his anger towards Brainstorm and this stupid, dangerous project to begin with. He cannot be there for his friends, he can't be there for Prime, he's STUCK HERE because of your fucking NONSENSE Rung TOLD YOU it was gonna be unstable!

First Aid is praying because holy shit holy fuck she knew this was going to be bad we've been tryna play god and we're clearly paying for it now, Nautica is actually defending Brainstorm from HotRod because THIS WAS A CALCULATED RISK, AND WHATEVER SHIT WENT ON BACK THERE WASN'T PART OF THE CALCULATION!

Rung is slightly frizzing out because something about this place feels off, Whirl is asking if we can do that tunnel thing again (he's pretty sure he saw his life flash before his eyes and he was being played by Ryan Reynolds PLEASE LET HIM HAVE THIS) and Drift is telling everyone to shut the fuck up, because we ain't in Kansas anymore.

Something is VERY wrong with this time....or world.

#inbox #save for later

[the1920sinpictures]

1924 “Feet of Clay” with Vera Reynolds and Rod LaRocque (front left with sweater tied over shoulders and girl in dotted swimsuit).

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William de Clerq Reynolds (né Regnolds; December 9, 1931 – August 24, 2022)  Television and film actor best known for his role as Special Agent Tom Colby in the 1960s television series The F.B.I. and his film and television roles during the 1950s through the 1970s.

Reynolds became tired of his dull, stereotyped roles in the movies and began his move to television in 1958 when he guest starred in the episode "Holiday at Hollow Rock" of the Maverick TV series with James Garner. He also played the lead actor in another episode, The Cure For Johnny Rain.

 In 1959, he played the title role in Pete Kelly's Blues.  During this series, he developed a close friendship with actor and producer Jack Webb. In 1960–1961, he starred as Sandy Wade on the ABC/Warner Bros. television series The Islanders. He also guest starred in 1961 as Jerry Bolton on the episode "Nobody's Millions" of another ABC/WB drama series, The Roaring 20s.

In 1961, Reynolds appeared as Johnny Tremayne in an episode of Cheyenne “The Brahma Bull”. In 1962–1963, Reynolds costarred on ABC's The Gallant Men. He then played Hoodoo Henderson as an adult in 1966's Walt Disney film Follow Me, Boys!.

Two years with no acting jobs led Reynolds to enhance his education, and he passed the examinations to become a lawyer specializing in real estate.

Reynolds caught his big break co-starring with Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., in another ABC series, the long-running The F.B.I.. Reynolds first made guest appearances in seasons one and two in 1966, before he appeared as series regular Special Agent Tom Colby from 1967 to 1973. He was replaced by actor Shelly Novack for the final season, because the network considered Reynolds, then at the age of forty-one, too old for the part. Still, he managed to make two appearances as Colby in the ninth season (1973–74), which included the final network-aired episode, a rerun of "The Animal," on September 8, 1974.

He also appeared in guest roles in Jack Webb-produced shows such as Dragnet, and in other series of Rod Serling's The Twilight Zone, starring in the episode "The Purple Testament" (Season 1, Episode 19).

Reynolds left show business after The F.B.I. ended its run and became a businessman. In 2004, he made an appearance at a Twilight Zone convention in Los Angeles.  (Wikipedia)

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