#David Cale

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The women of Iran have been named Time magazine's Heroes of the Year for leading the mass protests over the death of Mahsa Amini in the custody of the country's morality police. 

Driving the news: A tribute written by former Time columnist Azadeh Moaveni acknowledges women's roles in past protests in Iran that have been built toward this moment, while highlighting the singularity of the current movement. Excerpts: These younger women are now in the streets. The movement they’re leading is educated, liberal, secular, raised on higher expectations, and desperate for normality: college and foreign travel, decent jobs, rule of law, access to the Apple Store, a meaningful role in politics, the freedom to say and wear whatever," Moaveni wrote.

"The average age of arrested protesters is notably low—Iranian officials estimate as young as 15. I can only conclude that when a generation’s aspirations for freedom appear tantalizingly within reach, the more humiliating the remaining restrictions seem, and the less daunting the final stretch of resistance feels."

"No one, not the officials in Iran nor governments around the world who’ve made hostility to women a brand of politics, saw the power of a girl standing on a utility box, demanding to be left alone."

The big picture: The Iranian government has cracked down aggressively on protests that began in mid-September in response to the death of 22-year-old Amini.

Courtesy: David Cale  :: [h/t Jim Fagiolo]

#David Cale #Jim Fagiolo #The Women of Iran #resist #protest #Time Magazine #Time Magazine heroes of the year #Mahsa Amini

[pr0blemd0g]

An illustration of Nat Wolff, Parker Posey and David Cale in “The Seagull/Woodstock, NY” by Keith Negley.

#nat wolff #parker posey #david cale #the seagull/woodstock ny #art

[caroleditosti]

'The Seagull/Woodstock, NY' Review

'The Seagull/Woodtock, NY' is a world premiere adaptation of Anton Chekhov's 'The Seagull' that is provocatively sardonic and modern.

(L to R): Ato Essandoh, Parker Posey, Daniel Oreskes, David Cale in The Seagull/Woodstock, NY (courtesy of Monique Carboni) The Seagull by Anton Chekhov is a favorite that receives productions and has been made into films, an opera and ballet performed all over the world. Some productions (with Ian McKellen at BAM in 2007) have been absolutely brilliant. What’s not to love about Chekhov with his…

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#Aleyse Shannon #Anton Chekhov #Ato Essandoh #David Cale #Hari Nef #Nat Wolff #Parker Posey #Scott Elliott #The New Group #The Seagull #The Seagull/Woodstock NY #Thomas Bradshaw

[frontmezzjunkies]

Vineyard Theatre's Sandra Loses Its Way

#frontmezzjunkies reviews: #SandraPlay written by #DavidCale @vineyardtheatre directed by #leighsilverman starring @marjanneshat #marjanneshat #onepersonplay #newplay #offbroadway #offbroadwayplay #review #VineyardTheatre #VTSandra #SandraVT

Marjan Neshat stars in David Cale’s Sandra at the Vineyard Theatre. Photo by Carol Rosegg. The Off-Broadway Theatre Review: Vineyard Theatre’s Sandra By Ross Vanishing from life, that seems to be the thread that tries desperately to hold Sandra, a new one-woman theatrical piece at the usually more compelling Vineyard Theatre in Union Square, NYC, together. The idea is supposed to be…

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#David Cale #leigh silverman #Marjan Neshat #off broadway #vineyard theatre

[zetterbabe]

2024 All-Star Weekend | NHL Mini Stick Hardest Shot Competition

#david pastrnak #william nylander #brady tkachuk #alex debrincat #nick suzuki #cale makar #travis konecny #mitch marner #nhl all star 2024 #nhl #hockey #*xp #I definitely missed somebody #anyways I did a quick look and I didnt see anything posted so hopefully I didnt double post something

[pixxkill]

Quick art dump for the archive :)

Been drawing more recently so hopefully I’ll be posting more

#david tennant #david tennant fanart #cale erendreich #bad samaritan #doctor who #rose tyler #doctor who fanart #rose tyler fanart #antigone #jodie whittaker #christopher eccleston

[ijustdontlikepeople]

NHL All Stars Skills Competition

McDavid’s Saw Trap Event (feat. Winner Connor McDavid)

Inspo @sirjaybobobka

#connor mcdavid #all star weekend #nhl all star 2024 #nhl asg 2024 #nhl all star skills competition #mcdavid’s saw trap event #Quinn Hughes #david pastrnak #mathew barzal #austin matthews #willy nylander #jt Miller #elias pettersson #cale makar #nathan mackinnon #leon draisaitl #nikita kucherov #hockey memes #hockey #nhl #thank you sirjay for the inspo #bruins #islanders #Canucks #oilers #leafs #avalanche #lightning

[princeloww]

David Tennant reaction images I send to my friends

#david tennant #camping (us) #walt jodell #there she goes #simon yates #bad samaritan #cale erendreich #secret smile #brendan block #phileas fogg #around the world in 80 days #staged #rex is not your lawyer

[shuichiakainx]

David as an antagonist is really fantastic I love his cale erendreich 🛐

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich #Cale erendreich x you #david tennant #bad samaritan #alec hardy #doctor who #10th doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #alec hardy x reader #doctor who 60th anniversary #14th doctor x reader #doctorwhoedit #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens crowley x reader #crowley x reader #david tennet #david tennant x reader #doctor who fandom #the doctor #the tardis #Doctor who

[bootlegfrank]

Have not been able to stop thinking about this fucker

#im making it yalls problem now too #literally cant think about anything else its so stupid #want to write my fic but nooooo this dude and his horses are just trampling all my thoughts #cale erendreich #david tennant #bad samaritan

[i-like-media]

imagine a killer hacking your Facebook and changing your status to single... CRYING

#of course he did do something worse afterwards but GODD THIS SCENE HAD ME IN TEARS #bad samaritan #david tennant #Cale Erendreich #dude immediately got hit with the x reader tag you guys need to relax #screenshot #talkies

[pr0blemd0g]

Nat Wolff and David Cale in early rehearsals for The Seagull.

#nat wolff #david cale #the seagull/woodstock ny

[emotinalsupportturtle]

re-watching David Tennant's and Michael Sheen's filmographies after good omens makes me really really want to see them try out-craze each other in something, so...

Concept: David Tennant and Michael Sheen in one project but they both play unhinged psychopaths.

..And that's the whole plot

(you don't even need a script they are both soo good being unhinged just set them free and let them improvise)

#it would be peak cinema #the film and TV industry should pay me for my ideas #just a few tips for casting directors and scriptwriters #i doubt anyone will survive watching this #but won't it be glorious #david tennant #michael sheen #kilgrave #martin whitly #cale erendreich #barty crouch jr #aro volturi #i hoestly can't list them all

[winter-seance]

Bad Samaritan (2018)

#dtedit #tennantedit #rsheehanedit #sheehanedit #robert sheehan #david tennant #sean falco #cale erendreich #bad samaritan #my gifs #mygifs:rsheehan #mygifs:dt

[raz-writes-the-thing]

It's The Dominance Of The Thing (Bad Samaritan One-Shot)

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Cale wants you to ride his boot.

CW: It's Cale- that should be warning enough tbh, boot grinding, blood (super mild), choking, vague CNC, verbal humiliation, name-calling

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For such a string bean of a man, Cale was very foreboding. Incredibly foreboding. There was just something in how he carried himself- the way he spoke and in the way his energy rolled off him like even that was trying to get away from him. 

By all accounts, you should not have been attracted to him. The safest thing would have been not to be attracted to him. But you were, and by some (un)lucky twist of fate, he was attracted to you, too. 

Not that he’d ever seriously hurt you or anything. But it was just that he screamed ‘dangerous’ to all of your input receptors and you just ignored them anyway. You’re pretty sure Cale knew this. You’re also pretty sure he got off on knowing that you could be, at times, just a little scared of him. 

Like right now, for instance. 

You’d been sitting on your pillow in the lounge room on the floor when Cale came home. You had been working on an essay and had somehow just wound up on the floor. That happened sometimes. There were flecks of blood across his cheeks like crimson freckles that you’d noticed as he’d closed the door and gotten closer. You knew better than to ask where they’d come from. Cale had sat down on the couch behind you, his booted foot brushing against the outer curve of your ass. 

You leaned into his touch just a fraction, and a noise of satisfaction escaped his throat. 

“Turn around.” A command, not a question. 

You set your laptop down in front of you and turn to face him, essay forgotten. His expression is cool and calculated, and you watch with rapt attention at the way his eyes dilate from the sight of you kneeling before him. 

Cale adjusts his boot so it’s between your knees. You look down at the boot before sliding your gaze up his calf, thigh, tummy and finally back up to his face. His eyes flick downward, telling you without question exactly what he wants from you. 

You bite your lip and angle yourself to lower back down onto the ground. Your cunt rests on his boot and you suck in a breath. You know your cheeks are heating up and flushing the prettiest shade for him right now. It’s not the fact that it’s his foot- it’s the dominance that does it for you. 

Cale grunts in approval, and nods his head. Permission.

 

You experimentally grind yourself against the leather and a little gasp works its way free before you have time to stop it. Cale smirks, not taking his eyes off yours for a second. You flush darker, mouth dropping open just slightly as you roll your hips again. And again. God, this felt good. 

You reach to wrap your arms around his calf, gripping at the back of his knee for balance. Cale laughs now, but mockingly. Your eyes flick to the blood across his cheek, and you’re almost a little concerned at the way your clit pulses at the sight. 

Fuck. Your hips stutter up against his boot, and your eyes begin to droop as you succumb to the pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ look at me, slut,” he says, and you snap back to attention. Fingers flex against his denim-clad skin, and he tuts disapprovingly. “Look at you- humping yourself silly on my fuckin’ boot.” 

You nod, rocking your hips faster. The pleasure is melting into the burn of your muscles but you don’t dare stop. Not with the way Cale is looking at you. 

“Gonna cry? Fuck, you look like you’re gonna cry. Pathetic, darling. Yeah, you like that, I know. You love it when I call you names, don’t you?”

You whimper, struggling to keep your gaze on his when it burns with such intensity. Your insides are aching as you chase your orgasm. It’s getting closer, and you’re panting more now as you exert yourself over him. 

“Answer me,” he says evenly.  

“Y-yes, I love it,” you pant back, resting your forehead on his knee. He chuckles and leans forward in his seat. He’s sitting and yet somehow also leaning over you. His hand is suddenly in your hair, ripping your head back and forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Thought I told you to look at me, slut.” 

Your eyebrows screw up and you cling to him harder. 

“S-sorry sir,” you whimper out. Cale hums in a way that tells you that’s an acceptable apology for now and lets go of your hair. You’re so close to cumming now. It’s all you want- that sweet release. “P-please.” 

Cale arcs a brow, running a finger down your cheek and over your jaw. 

“Please what?” 

“I- I need- I want- please I want to cum,” you pant out desperately. Cale’s eyes lave over your face, drinking down every detail of your desperation. 

“Then cum.” 

That’s all the permission you need. You rock your cunt against his leather boot, not caring what sounds or pants you release in the process. You’re desperate to cum, working yourself harder and harder, feeling that coil tighten bit by bit. 

Cale’s hand shoots out like a snake, fingers wrapping around your throat before you even realise he’s moved. 

Your breath cuts off and a yelp dies on your tongue. Your hips jolt against him and the warning look in his eyes is all it takes before that coil snaps. Your hips jerk over him uncontrollably, muscles spasming over your body as the force of your release slams into you over and over again. 

You haven’t cum this hard in so long, and the way Cale’s mouth drops open just barely, pupils blown wide, makes you think he’s definitely going to have you do this again. Your hand automatically wraps around his wrist, and he clicks his tongue. His own fingers grip just that little bit harder and you feel your tongue swallowing over nothing, trying to clear an immovable blockage.

He holds you like that, desperately grappling with his wrist as you grow more desperate for air. You can’t help the way your cunt pulses with need. Even like this, growing closer and closer to blacking out you want him. Want him to fuck and ruin you. 

The bastard knows it too. 

“Good girl,” Cale praises, letting go and watching as you collapse against his knee, sagging into a heap as you greedily suck air into your deprived lungs. 

You giggle a little wheezily, and that makes Cale smile. 

“Filthy thing.” It’s affectionate, though. Cale loves you. 

You know he does.

#A/N: hes so- oof #A/N: i love him ur honour #cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #cale #cale erendreich fanfic #bad samaritan fanfic #cale erendreich x y/n #cale erendreich smut #bad samaritan smut #x reader

[denaliwrites]

Killing Me Softly

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: You find out that sometimes the most devastating kind of anger isn't the kind that explodes in your face.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich. Use of Safe Word.

"You won't like me when I'm angry," he'd warned you, in the beginning.

"Okay, Hulk," you'd responded with a laugh, despite his serious expression. Even the flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes hadn't concerned you.

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Now, however, you understood.

You could feel rage rolling off of him -- from the moment he walked in, it overwhelmed the room. With nothing left to breathe but his ire, you felt suffocated, eyes bouncing around trying to find any exit, to find air to breathe.

His own eyes found you before you found a way out. Feeling that rage pointed directly at you, you turned to meet his gaze, but the fury there made you drop your gaze quickly. But you knew looking away entirely wasn't an option, so you let your eyes take in the rest of him.

Astonishingly, he seemed... almost normal, as he made his way over to you.

Oh.

You got up from the sofa in a hurry, but he cut you off before you had the chance to get anywhere, and suddenly you were pinned to the wall. His arms surrounded you, his body caged you, and his eyes burned you.

"C-Cale," you gasped, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Did you know," he said, seemingly ignoring your plea, "that I had eight portfolios due this week?"

His voice was calm -- too calm -- eerily calm. The kind of calm that preceded a deadly storm.

"N-no," you whimpered, pressing a hand lightly to his chest in the hopes that it'd bring him back, recenter him. Do anything.

He looked down at your delicate fingers and as you took in his expression, you got the sickening feeling that he was contemplating all the ways he could dismantle them.

"I had eight portfolios due this week," he repeated, and you swallowed and forced a nod as his eyes trailed back up to meet your own. "And what did Johnson and Berkley fucking do with them?"

It took you a moment to realize that he wanted an answer from you -- well, a guess, at least.

"I-I don't know, Cale," you replied with a choked sob. "Please -- whatever's wrong, you don't have to--"

"They fucking shredded them."

Oh.

Well, you weren't even in the financial sector and you could admit that was bad.

"There's -- there's still time to --"

"And then," he went on, as if you hadn't spoken at all. "And then, those moronic fucks shorted out the entire fucking office. We won't have power for at least a day."

Oh.

"I -- Cale, I'm sorry --"

Suddenly a fist slammed into the wall beside you and you let out a yelp, defensively covering your head with your arms. "Bucephalus!" you cried desperately, tears tracking down your cheeks in a steady stream. "Bucephalus!" You repeated it until it became a mantra, spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer.

At first, Cale did nothing -- at least not anything you could hear or feel. Your eyes were shielded behind your arms, so you couldn't see him, but you thought maybe he'd look exactly the same.

You jolted when his hand -- the same one that had just put a hole in the wall -- came to rest gently on your waist.

"I'm so sorry."

The words were soft and full of anguish, regret, comfort.

You weren't sure how to feel -- if maybe it was a trap, or if he really meant it.

He didn't leave you much of a choice, as his hands wrapped around your arms and gently eased them away from your face. He waited until your eyes fearfully met his to whisper another apology, his lips tenderly brushing away a tear slowly making its way down your cheek.

You hadn't expected the safe word to work -- during sex, sure; you'd used it once or twice before, and he'd been more than respectful of it. But you honestly hadn't expected it to stop his rage in its tracks.

You weren't sure if that made you feel better or worse.

Carefully, he stepped back, pulling you along with him so that you were no longer pressed to the wall. He led you back to the sofa and gently eased you down, joining you a moment later and wrapping you up in a loving embrace. Comforting kisses were peppered over your head, and eventually you found yourself relaxing -- just a little. Just enough.

It was silent for a good long while, as the two of you both worked on coming down. It was about an hour later when --

"I could always kill them," Cale said thoughtfully. You weren't sure if he was joking or not.

"Too suspicious," you responded anyway, a shiver running down your spine at the approving look he gave you.

"You're right." You felt a tear fall as he placed a kiss to your temple. "Always are."

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again