#Chris Kramer

[oldcountrybear1955]

DNA Magazine June 2003 - Chris Kramer

#dna magazine #chris kramer

[a-state-of-bliss]

Vogue Italia June 1997 - Scott Barnhill, Chris Kramer, Angela Lindvall & Thorsten Larsen by Steven Meisel

#fashion #vogue italia #scott barnhill #chris kramer #Angela Lindvall #thorsten larsen #Steven Meisel

[vintageleathersblog]

#2000s #Chris Kramer #leather jacket #spiked hair #models

[zepp-l1n]

Escape

Pairing: Adam Stanheight x (Photographer) GN!reader

summary: after Laurence leaves Adam behind, someone stumbles upon him accidentally. fic type - hurt/comfort, angst warning - cannon saw violence, oc involved that I made for the plot word count - 2,149 a/n: I love the Saw franchise so much and now that it's getting closer to Halloween I'm gonna write some scary stuff :D

"I have to go and get help. If I don't.... I'm going to bleed to death." Lawrence groaned out, clinging onto Adam.

"Don't leave me!" Adam begged. His hands tried to hold onto Lawrence's shirt tighter, but he was unsuccessful. Lawrence pulled away, slowly crawling towards the open door. Adam cried out to him as he made his way further and further away, but stopped as Lawrence turned back to him.

The older man pulled himself up a bit, using the wall and pipes as leverage. "Don't worry, I'll bring someone back. I promise."

Lawrence turned back to the door but stopped again when Adam called out. "Lawrence! We're going to be okay?"

"I wouldn't lie to you." he muttered back. Adam watched defeatedly as the doctor left the room, presumably to find help. He watched as the body in front of him came to, taking it's time gathering things and walking towards the door Lawrence had escaped though. He watched as the man spoke to him before shutting off the lights and locking him back in the room. He watched as he was left alone in the dark, screaming and crying, waiting for someone to come and release him from his personal hell.

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"Chris, I don't see why I have to do this." (Y/N)'s groaned out. The two were both in their collage's photography course, and had decided to help each other out on their current assignment. They were told to take photos of local rundown areas in an attempt to capture unusual beauty. Chris had taken the lead, taking (Y/N) to a part of town they had never been to.

In their search around the block, the two had stumbled upon an abandoned building. It outsides weren't to disheveled so Chris brought up the idea of going inside and trying to find any scenes that would show the story of whoever lived here before.

"Dude, imagine what shit was left behind. There could be whole living set ups that would be perfect for what the professor wants." Chris responded.

"Are we really gonna risk our lives for these photos, though?" (Y/N) asked.

Chris removed one hand off of his camera, letting it weigh down a bit more on his neck, and slapped (Y/N) on the back of their head "Oh, shut up. We're not gonna die, idiot." Chris laughed out. He placed his hand back on his camera and moved his shoulder out, nudging his friend.

"If you say so." (Y/N) walked forwards, making their way towards the back door of the abandoned house. "But you're walking in front the entire time."

Chris let out a laugh and stepped in front, guiding (Y/N) into the building. "Yeah, yeah." The duo made their way through the building, pushing past cobwebs and old sheets. The two friends uncomfortable glanced around, seeing boarded up windows and gross looking floorboards.

"Chris, maybe we should go, man." (Y/N) muttered, stepping around a broken chair.

"Don't be a wuss, just come on." Chris moved into the next room, walking around and taking pictures as he went. (Y/N) followed behind, going along with him as they made their way throughout the entire house. Each room was a little more disgusting than the last. Glass from the windows was broken, floors and carpets were stained, furniture was broken and flipped. Everything had obviously not been used in years, and Chris was having the time of his life getting pictures. (Y/N) would take a few every few rooms, but didn't take half as many as their friend.

They made their way to the last room of the house, finding the door opened, unlike most of the other rooms, and it empty other than the giant safe inside. "Holy shit." Chris muttered, snapping a picture. After getting the picture he moved forward, taking a good look at the safe. "Hey, look at this." he motioned for (Y/N) to step forward. They did, taking the spot next to him.

"What?" they asked.

"Underneath the safe, look." he spoke again.

Glancing down, (Y/N) saw what looked to be like the outline of a door underneath the safe. "What the...."

"Here, help me move this." Chris took off his camera, set it a few feet away, and started pushing the safe away from it's current position. (Y/N) was quick to join him, placing their camera near his, and going back to push it too. Once the safe had been pushed away, the duo took in the trap door, looking at it cautiously. "Well shit." he mumbled.

"C'mon, help me open it up." (Y/N) hesitantly asked, making sure to grab their camera before hand.

"What?" came from their friend. "Weren't you the one that didn't want to enter the building in the first place?"

"Yeah, well now it's getting weird, and I'm curious, so stop being a bitch and help me." they responded. Chris moved towards the trap door, and the two fiddled with it for a few minuets before finally unlodging it. "There we go..." (Y/N) grinned. The two pushed the door open, and glanced down into it. (Y/N) took a picture into the vast darkness, causing it's flash to brighten up the space. "C'mon...."

The duo took off down the hatch, taking photos along the way to give themselves light. Each flash gave them a glimpse of the dingy and cobweb filled halls, and helped them find their way around. "Hey, (Y/N), why don't we just head back?" Chris mumbled.

"No man," they turned to their friend and took a picture at him, letting the flash hit his eyes. "If you wanna go back, just wait for me at the trap door. I want to look around."

Chris huffed out an exhausted sigh and nodded before turning back the way they came. "Listen dude, just don't take to long. We've still gotta' take these to my dark room and get them ready for the deadline." Chris shook his camera as he spoke and gave them a cautious grin, then took off back to the hatch.

(Y/N) watched their friend leave before snapping a picture and continuing on their walk. The young adult stumbled around, going up and down halls, looking for anything unusual or interesting.

(Y/N) walked around for a while before finally making it to a dead end. As they went to turn, taking one last picture, they noticed that something was different about the wall. It's color was different in comparison to the walls they had been passing for the past little while, although it was obvious that it had been crafted in an attempt to keep it hidden. "What the....?" They stepped forward, taking another photo. At the left edge of the door they noticed a small and dusty handle. Reaching forward, (Y/N) lightly pulled at the handle, but hurriedly retracted their hand when feeling a gross sticky substance. They let out a groan in disgust, wiped the mysterious gunk on their shirt, and went back for the handle. "Ewwww...." they whined as they put their hand back on it.

(Y/N) used both of their hands this time, pulling a bit harder. As the door opened, (Y/N) took one hand back, and brought it up to their camera. They hesitated for a second before clicking the shutter-release button. The flash went throughout he entire room, giving (Y/N) a somewhat decent look at the bathroom in front of them. They could tell it was just as gross and disheveled as the rest of the house - if not worse.

Taking another picture, (Y/N) looked more around the room, attempting to see more of their surroundings. In a small moment of growing curiosity, they stepped inside and felt around the nearby walls, hoping to find something useful. To (Y/N)'s surprise, they did. Their right hand grazed against a switch on the nearby wall, it's hard structure jutting out from the tiled wall. The photographer flipped the switch slowly, watching and waiting as each light flickered and turned on.

During their moment of distraction, (Y/N) missed the small figure in the corner that was curled in on itself. The figure, a young man, most likely their age, lifted his head slightly in (Y/N)'s direction. Although he was very much conscious, the man had been starved and hadn't been given water in days, causing his movements to be slow and small. A soft cough made it's way out of his throat as he attempted to get their attention, causing (Y/N)'s gaze to fall over to him.

"Holy shit..." At first glance, they took in his bloody shirt and chain-clad ankle. "Holy fucking shit!" The longer they looked at the man the more recognizable he became. For months his face had been on missing posters around New Jersey - 15 of them could be seen on every street corner, and once (Y/N) saw the sad older women putting them up, who they now assumed was his mother. Slowly stepping forward as to not scare the man, (Y/N) attempted to speak to him. "Hello? You're...." they paused, trying to remember the name on the posters, "Your're Adam, right?"

The man quickly nodded, his eyes still darting around as he adjusted to the new lighting. "Yea..." Adam's voice caught in his throat causing him to cough again.

"Okay, Adam. I'm.... listen, my friend is waiting on my upstairs, I'm gonna go get him and then I'll be back to save you, okay?" (Y/N)'s statement seemed to throw him into a panic. His weak body jerked a bit, and he found himself reaching up, a scared look on his face.

"No! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me like he did!" he begged. Adam's arm flung out at (Y/N), hand open and pleading.

(Y/N), not having been expecting his reaction, stepped forwards to comfort Adam. "Hey, hey, it's just for a moment. I promise." This didn't ease Adam's pleas. From (Y/N)'s perspective, it seemed as if it almost made them worse. In a quick and mostly unpondered decision, (Y/N) dropped down near the hysterical man, and grabbed onto his reaching hand. "Adam, look at me."

Adam glanced forward at them, trying to hear them over his own worries. "I-" as he tried to speak, (Y/N) softly cut him off.

"Adam, I can't get this off you myself." they pointed towards the chain holding him to the bathroom pipes. "I'm just gonna step outside the door and yell for my friend Chris, okay? I'll be in your line of sight the whole time, and I'll have him call 911 for us. I'm gonna get you out of here Adam."

Softly releasing their grip on him, (Y/N) moved back towards the doorway, not missing the way his hand still lingered out where theirs's had been. (Y/N) took one last reassuring glance at Adam before stepping through the doorway. Once exiting the room, the photographer let out a sharp breath, and took a moment to collect themself before yelling for help. "Chris!" their yell echoed through the halls and they hoped it would be loud enough for him to hear.

Moments passed before (Y/N) heard the soft call of Chris yelling back. "Chris, I need you to call the police!"

"What?" came his quick responce.

"Call 911, Chris! I found someone down here! For fucks sake, just hurry!" they screamed. "Call an ambulance, just something!" Without waiting for a proper response, (Y/N) made their way back to Adam, hoping he was still okay. "Adam?" they softly spoke, walking back into the bathroom.

He was still where they left him - sitting up, back against the wall, arm lightly tugging at the chain. Carefully taking off their camera, (Y/N) moved back to him, sitting in the same spot they had been before. "Chris is getting help. We're getting you out of here." Adam's eyes lightly watered as he looked at his unexpected savior. "You're safe now, Adam."

Leaning next to his shaking body, (Y/N) grabbed onto his side and arms, attempting to give him any comfort possible. Adam's hands gripped onto (Y/N) in a similar manner, and tucked his head into their shirt. Quiet thank you's escaped his lips as he finally let himself relax after the weeks of torturous solitude and constant fear of whether or not he would be saved. The two sat quietly in the bathroom, holding onto each other. They didn't have to say anything in the moment, both just sharing an understanding that things would be getting better for Adam. He was now safe. He was now out of Jigsaw's clutches.

Slowly, in Adam's moment of calm, (Y/N) noticed his breath level out. Looking down, they could see his content expression and decided to let him have his moment of peaceful sleep as they waited for Chris and the police to show up. (Y/N)'s arms wrapped further around him, falling into the same sense of calmness. "Your safe now, Adam. Your safe...."

#reader insert #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw movies #saw franchise #saw series #saw 2004 #leigh whannell #sawposting #adam deserved better #fuck lawrence #original characters that have nothing to do with the saw movies but I needed them for plot. #photographer!reader #lawrence gordon #john kramer #horror fanfiction #say hi to chris

[mourningmaybells]

Propaganda (more detailed in the original book)

Damien Karras: A first-generation Greek immigrant who had it rough growing up in the slums of New York City. Now in his 30s-40s, he's a Jesuit priest who is also a trained psychiatrist (he went through med school and became a doctor), and a Georgetown University professor. Supposedly he's the person you turn to for guidance, but he's been having issues lately. Now that he's no longer a Golden Gloves boxer, the thing he's fighting against is the growing despair that God isn't real, or at least entirely absent. Where was God when his mother was begging for money by the fountain? When his childhood dog Ginger died and he watched helplessly? When his mother was alone and despairing in a mental hospital until her death? Once he could see love in his vocation, but it's been obscured by humiliation, grief, and disappointment. He yearns for Christ as one yearns for an unseen lover.... that sounds like an exaggeration, but the comparison happens a few times.

A lot of missing pages in his past (why does he have facial scars? why did he quit boxing? is he gay?) that we don't get answers to. While we get to see him in private vulnerability, he's outwardly very emotionally guarded to the point that no one even knew to what extent he was suffering. How can he help people mentally and spiritually when he can't even help himself?

Would 70s Jigsaw look at him and say "he just needs a few minutes in the bathroom to figure himself out or possibly die"?

Chris MacNeil: Big shot American actress Chris Macneil was once an unknown Broadway chorus girl married to Howard Macneil, and had a 3-year old son Jamie Macneil. Due to medical complications, her son died, and when her new daughter Regan was born, her husband grew jealous of the attention the mother-daughter duo got from the press. They got a divorce, and Howard basically cut himself out of Regan's life completely. Chris is kind of (?) friends with her alcoholic and extremely hateable director Burke who kept calling her butler "a Nazi pig" while wasted. She's set to star in his film about a student protest and Regan gets the idea that they might be in love (they aren't). While she is a caring mother, some people (Howard) see her as unfit because she also became a successful career woman in the 70s. She was basically the feminist nightmare that conservatives had during the Sexual Revolution. God forbid women do anything. She's even an atheist in this catholic horror book.

Just so we're clear, she really does love her daughter, and believes in using medicine and doctors. It's just that the trauma of losing her son from a prescribed antibiotic that caused aplastic anemia led her to never fully trusting doctors (trusting Dr. Mark took years) and promising herself never to love anyone to the extent she loved her son and his father. It was too much of a heartbreak.

Her daughter loves her, puts a rose on her plate every day, but it doesn't stop Chris' self-doubt. It gets spat right back at her through her daughter's mouth and from a demon's influence.

Anyways, if Jigsaw was from the 70s would he "teach her a lesson" and put her through Horrors for what is perceived as a weakness?

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#saw 2004 #saw #the exorcist 1973 #damien karras #chris macneil #john kramer #the exorcist by william peter blatty #polls #horror

[beatleswings]

THE BEATLES, BILLY J KRAMER AND THE DAKOTAS, CILLA BLACK and THE SEARCHERS on THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS. December 15, 1963.

#forever one of my favorite moments #my bug boys with my other fave liverpool band the searchers and also with billy j. the dakotas. and cilla. #i still remember young me when i first got into the beatles and 60s music in gen squealing when seeing these pics #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #cilla black #billy j kramer #billy j kramer and the dakotas #the searchers #chris curtis #mike pender #tony jackson #john mcnally #1960s #60s #1963 #non edits

[markhoffmanscumslut]

I’m a whore for older men.

#mark hoffman #leon kennedy #ian somelharder #dylan o'brien #sam worthington #jake sully #simon ghost riley #konig mw2 #keegan p russ #john price #john kramer #micheal myers #ghostface #jason statham #jason voorhees #aaron taylor johnson #robert downey jr #chris evans #sebastian stan #jonathan joestar #joesph joestar #jotaro kujo #trevor philips #micheal de santa #franklin clinton #carlos oliveira #evan peters #taron egerton #kevin ball #levi ackerman

[leonsliga]

The baller league's story on Instagram of mats with the door 💀

They really are delivering on the mats and chrikra photos (the small bit of blue on the newcastle jersey really works for him?) 🩵

Leave it to Mats HOEmmels to hold open a door in the most seductive way possible

I love that the baller league knows exactly what the people want. They’ve been absolutely spoiling us with all the Mats and ChriKra content lately!

And Chris in the Newcastle jersey is just perfection. You’re so right; the shirt’s blue accents really bring out his eyes. As if those baby blues weren’t already beautiful enough 😍

Side note, but I adore this pic of Chris:

How could you not love this goofball?

#anon 💖 #I also love that while everyone else was fine with just being a face of the baller league chris wanted to adopt an entire team #coach!chris my beloved #mats hummels #christoph kramer #baller league #my asks

[fate-motif]

what i want more than anything from a saw movie that would be new and exciting would be to talk about what jigsaw’s legacy has done to the people of the city.

saw’s always been partially a police procedural and it’s easy to understand why. cops have the guns and the legal framework to try and take down a serial killer. and it’s had very interesting conversations about what cops are actually like at their jobs, from the very start. but then we got to spiral and spiral tried to tell us what the first seven movies showed us (cops are only good at bullying vulnerable people and are cruel, self-righteous judgmental bastards who can’t save anyone). and then i wondered what other people dealing with jigsaw would look like. whether it’s, idk, a criminal organization or a gang or just a group of neighbors that’s banded together in fear, i want to see what other people do reacting to jigsaw. that’s actually one of the many reasons 3D compels me so badly in concept, because we talk about the survivors and how they feel, and what other people talk about when they talk about jigsaw.

do they live in fear of doing something wrong because then a creep will tie you to a bonkers contraption to mutilate or kill you in retaliation? do people see the worse victims, the murderers and the cops and the health insurance execs and the moneylenders, and see punitive justice done right? why the hell are so many people asking “but did you learn your lesson”? why is their society (and ours) so obsessed with trying to fit jigsaw’s horrific crimes into his own twisted and hypocritical ideological terms instead of just seeing it as what it is—a serial killing spree?

#@ chris rock if you’re out there. give me a call i’ll doctor your script for free #saw #saw franchise #jigsaw killer #john kramer #spiral from the book of saw #fandom

[thefancyisland]

Roman Candle Issue 2

Only three years after issue one, the second issue of Roman Candle magazine is finally done. Sticking with the vague theme of ‘stuff I find interesting’, this one features…

— An interview with photographer Chris Shaw about his stint as a night porter and the alchemy of the darkroom. — A chat with artist Dick Jewell about found photos and club culture. — A conversation with E-Man from the notorious NYC bike messenger crew, the X-Men. — An interview with photographer/film-maker Harvey Wang about capturing the overlooked side of New York. — Bongwater/Shimmy Disc man Kramer on debunking the paranormal and the time Peter Hook took him for a spin around the back streets of Manchester.

This is all served up alongside short stories courtesy of Alex Appleby and Harry Longstaff, a brief chat with Jonathan Richman about his side-job making bread ovens, some words about Bob Dylan from Rivendell Bicycle Works main-man Grant Petersen and some spiel about the mysterious 35mm photos which have been adorning Jandek record sleeves since the 70s.

Available direct here, the Central Library site, Rare Mags, Village, Unitom and Catalog.

#zine #magazine #35mm #chris shaw #jonathan richman #bike messengers #nyc #harvey wang #kramer

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

July 8th - Thor

Thor Odinson, the erstwhile ‘God of Thunder,’ a member of the powerful race of beings known as the Asgardians.  Thor is the son of Odin, the All-Father and king of Asgard, and his wife, Frigga.  Many years ago, Thor was worshiped by the human Vikings and became part of Norse Mythology.Armed with his enchanted Uru hammer, Mjolnir, which helps him to channel his cosmic energies, Thor became the mightiest warrior in the Ten Realms. When his irresponsible and impetuous behavior became too much, Odin sent him to Midgard (more commonly known as Earth) as a disabled mortal medical student named Donald Blake, stripped of his memory.

After learning humility he regained his memory as well as his powers.  Thor went on to become a champion for Midgard as well as one of the founding members of the Avengers.

A version of the hero features in the television movie, The Incredible Hulk Returns, portrayed by actor Eric Allan Kramer.  Actor Chris Hemsworth portrays Thor in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

The hero first appeared in Journey into Mystery #83 (1962)

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Thor #Avengers #Eric Allan Kramer #Chris Hemsworth #cut-out #paper art

[heidismagblog]

#circus magazine #circus #tony iommi #black sabbath #ad #ovation #ovation guitars #chris mclernon #jason bieler #matt kramer #saigon kick

[always-rolling-my-eyes]

I was watching TMZ and they did a whole segment about Jana Kramer getting ghosted by Chris Evans because of her asparagus pee, but no mention of his new relationship and how he’s so “in love”?

What are the priorities here? 😂

#chris evans #jana kramer #tmz #tmz on tv #alba baptista

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

I also dreamed that there was this video game based on the Mario movie, except it was sort of this live action/"realistic" style where Mario actually looked like Crisp Rat. You could play as Mario, Luigi, I think Wario, and also create your own character; in my case, I created either my high-school self-insert OC Yar Kramer, or the updated trans version Ellen Kramer. You might have been able to also add another OC partner, but the dream didn't provide any details there.

There was this base-building thing where each character could place their house in an arbitrary place in some town in the Mushroom Kingdom or whatever. You could also "upgrade" each house, which would change your character's costume; in the case of your OC, it added a balaclava which hid their hairstyle and most of their face. I tried to undo and redo the upgrade a few times to try to get rid of it, but no dice. Also I think in order to upgrade Mario's home, you first needed to have Luigi move in with him.

#shenanigans #my dreams #dream diary #mario #mario movie #crisp rat #chris pratt mario #luigi #yar kramer #ellen kramer

[pcttrailsidereader]

With lots of support from the PCTA, Alan Hammond and Limit Situation, Larry Hillberg, KVMR radio, Capital Books, the Rocklin Library, Sports Basement in Berkeley, and many authors who contributed to Crossing Paths . . . we were able to share many stories and poems from Crossing Paths and hear many new stories from hikers and friends of the trail who attended one or more gatherings on our mini-book tour in early December. A special thank you to Laurie Kramer (top left), Larry Hillberg (top right), and continuing above clockwise . . . Rosemary Broome, Mark 'Cuddles' Votapek, Dave 'Chief' Baugher, and Andy Dischekenyan (with his and Laurie Kramer's two children). Somehow we failed to get a photo of Kasey Koopmans.

Below are four PCTA staff members - Ryan Jones, Uriel Reynoso, Chris Rylee, and Hazel Platt. Thanks, too, to Scott Wilkinson of the PCTA.

We are very, very appreciative of the support we received from all of you!

#PCTA #Pacific Crest Trail Association #Limit Situation #KVMR radio #Larry Hillberg #Capital Books on K #Rocklin Library #Sports Basement Berkeley #Chris Rylee #Ryan Jones #Scott Wilkinson #Hazel Platt #Uriel Reynoso #Alan Hammond #Dave Baugher #Rosemary Broome #Andy Dischekenyan #Laurie Kramer #Kasey Koopmans #Mark Votapek

[elishamanning]

#CAPTAIN CHRIS CAPTAIN CHRIS #christoph kramer #borussia mönchengladbach #gladbach #* #captain chrikra