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scarletgemstone · 2 months
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Frank griffin headcanon
disclaimer I own nothing everything belongs to the rightful owners please go and support them and be nice
He look up to Jack
even tho Jack won’t admit it his glad Frank is the way he is
they were both pranksters when they were kids
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ilcovodelbikersgrunf · 6 months
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Nel 1880, Frank Griffin, capo di una banda criminale, dà la caccia all'ex protetto Roy Goode. L'inseguimento lo porta a La Belle, in New Mexico, una città abitata, dopo un disastro minerario, quasi interamente da donne.
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heytheredeann · 1 year
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Roy & Frank in Godless (2017)
[Requested by Anonymous]
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dbstaches · 2 years
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Soft Cell promo shoot by Frank Griffin, August 1982
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shewritesinblackink · 10 months
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Dawn's destiny - a Godless fanfiction - part 1
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character present but not limited to; Frank Griffin, Troy Goode, my og character Dawn Whitaker. Other characters might pop in in the next part(s).
note: ahhh hello!! i'm back at writing fics!! I really wanted to write something for the mini show Godless because there is too little fics about it and I love it so much, honestly I had to. As usual comments with your thoughts are heavily welcome, and if you notice some mistakes please do notify me so I can edit the fic! This first part is rather short, but I'm working on the 2nd ;) here's the AO3 link :)
warnings: mention of blood, injury, guns, violence in general lol it's the wild west after all.
Summary: Dawn’s been on the run from a group of men. The desert was not a good territory to hide and she was in bad shape. But she still has the fight in her, and eventually in her frantic chase for freedom, she stumbles upon Frank Griffin group’s camp.
word count: 1k approximately
part 2
The heavy heat of the midday scorched Daw’s skin as she kept on running through the wild and tall dry grass. Ignoring the stabbing of rocks in the tender flesh of her feet. The butter-like yellowness of the landscape rolling around her as she ran frantically, blurred as her eyes became dry with the dust. Each intake of breath was a painful punch to her lungs and a mouthful of sandy dirt, making her throat ache for a sip of water. The actual stab wound slicing at her side though, was another pain in Dawn’s chase toward freedom. Her clothes had been torn apart, leaving her skin exposed to the harsh elements of nature. Red from the angry bite of the sun and stinging from the venomous spikes of some bushes.
Her plaid shirt torn in the middle, the buttons having been ripped off with a blade, was showing a very red and puffy wound trailing down her sternum all the way down in the middle of her chest. The last few buttons holding the piece of fabric together were about to give up from all the fighting and thrashing around. Dawn’s breath caught suddenly when she tripped on a dead tree branch on the floor and fell face first. A sharp pain spread quickly to her chin, blood dripping down her throat. Bright red turning brown as it mixed with the yellow dirt.
All strength seemed to abandon her, as she lay in the blazing heat somewhere in the desert. The realization that she had no idea where she was dawned on her, but the panic she should have felt didn’t come. In place, she found herself rather numb of any feeling at all. She wasn’t mad at herself, nor was she scared to die. The only panic and anger she had felt was what she had experienced when they had kidnapped her two days prior. She had immediately thought of all the atrocities the men were capable of doing to a woman. Or any other living being, for that matter. They had been three, but she had killed one in her tentative escape, with a knife to the heart. The two others had been on her tail ever since. She had stolen the dead man’s horse and hadn’t stopped until the poor animal collapsed an hour ago, white foam at the brim of its mouth. After that she had tried to keep on moving, but barefoot in the desert was not a pleasant experience. It was like walking on shards of broken glass.
Her feelings might be numb from the exertion, but so was her exhausted body. Her feet didn’t hurt anymore. Her dislocated shoulder only a distant cry and her eyes weren’t scratchy. She had closed them in a desperate attempt to escape from the sun, which was burning holes in her skin. Her breathing was slow and uneven. She stopped breathing entirely when she heard horses snickering, their hooves shuffling on the dirt. Voices echoed far in the distance but she knew they were nearby. Closing her hand as firmly as she could on the knife by her side, she tried to conceal it in her sleeve. Her damaged knuckles screaming in agony, she stayed silent and motionless. Playing dead.
Everything happened in a flash. A big white cloud passed in the sky, hiding the blinding light of the white sun and she hit them. Screaming in rage and fatigue, she swung her knife and sliced through one man’s throat. Hot blood gushing from his dirty skin, splashing on her face and clothes. She didn’t waste a second and turned around as the second man was grabbing the Colt at his hip. He was too slow, the shock and surprise significantly altering his reaction. She threw herself at him and they both collapsed in a mess of limbs and angry cries. Sharply, she positioned herself on top of him, stabbing him in the shoulder. She was aiming for the heart but he was moving too much, trying to shake her off of him. Suddenly she saw herself flying in the air, head near the ground. It seemed like an eternity before she landed heavily on her back, the pain in her shoulder making her scream before she realized she was still going down. Rolling on herself, head over toes and then sideways, she bumped into rocks and bushes and dead tree branches. Protecting her head with her hands, she closed her eyes and waited for it to end. Maybe she’d die without realizing it. Without feeling it.
But she suddenly landed on a flat ground, stopping her in her infernal descent. The cicadas were still singing and she could still feel the gaze of the sun on her skin. She let out a heavy sigh and coughed hard, before slowly rolling on her back. Feeling another gaze on her, she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. Before her were twenty, perhaps more, men scattered through the rocks under the hill. Horses snickered in a corner and a campfire was slowly cooking them dinner.
A chill ran down her spine as she realized she might just be in more troubles than with the three men from before. Turning her face the other way quickly, she saw the abrupt and high end of the hill. Her fall must have lasted a long minute. Quite a show for those sitting in the shade of the hill. Everyone was silent until she shot up, ignoring the pain spreading through her side and shoulder, and the blood leaving her body dangerously fast. She ran to the nearest man and swiftly grabbed a Winchester rifle resting against a rock, arming it and aiming at the group of men. Some drew their guns in a concert of metallic clicks, others just laughed and kept eyeing her as if she was a kid. Dawn’s brow dipped low; they were too many for her to take alone.
“Hey, easy. Easy.” One of them said, but she barely registered it. Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as she heard a horse’s hooves echoing closer. It could only be the man she had fought a moment before. Coming down to finish what he had started with his missing companions. Drawing in a deep breath she ran to the dirt path, and upon seeing him she aimed and shot. Right through his heart, the bullet ricocheted against the rocky side of the hill behind him. A second later he fell from his horse to the ground, silently. Wordlessly. His worn out hat still on his head.
The luminous world swayed before Dawn’s eyes, her head suddenly spinning and her body going numb once more. Absently she reached to the wound at her side; hot and sticky shiny red blood coating her hand and clothes abundantly. She looked at it, not a single emotion crossing her face, and collapsed on the ground. One man, with a big gray-white beard, approached her motionless form and bent down to pick up the Winchester rifle beside her.
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emmynominees · 1 year
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jeff daniels as frank griffin in godless
primetime emmy award winner for outstanding supporting actor in a limited series or movie
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mariocki · 2 years
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The Giant Claw (1957)
"Now, if this thing of mine works, and we can get close - real close - and bombard that bird's antimatter energy shield with a stream of mesic atoms, I think we can destroy that shield. The bird would be defenseless then except for beak, claws, and wings. You could hit it with everything but the kitchen sink."
"We've got kitchen sinks to spare, son."
#the giant claw#american cinema#creature feature#sam katzman#b movie#fred f. sears#samuel newman#paul gangelin#jeff morrow#mara corday#morris ankrum#louis merrill#edgar barrier#robert shayne#frank griffin#clark howat#morgan jones#the popular image and the reality of american b movie creature features from this era rarely converge; they're often a great deal more#intelligent‚ more political‚ and frankly better made than pop culture would have you believe. Giant Claw is.. an outlier in that regard.#here at last is the monster movie as cinema snobs would have you remember it; a truly dumb film in which the entire world is terrorised by#one gigantic terrible puppet that looks kind of like a bird. a select few scientists must use ATOMS or some such to overcome the terrible#beast; in the meantime it attacks the UN building and builds a nest. hysterical‚ ridiculous dialogue meets woeful fx and zoned out#performances by a cast who can't always muster the appropriate enthusiasm. if i sound damning‚ it's misleading; i weirdly loved this awful#film and it is honestly a very fun time. at one point our heroine gets the attention of our hero (a creep who makes his moves on her whilst#she's literally asleep) and points out the window: the giant bird! destroying america! he adopts an expression of sad stoicism and they#carry on talking. the bird is bad (I'm not gonna pretend it isn't) but in its poor construction it becomes almost sympathetic; a beady eyed#monster freak who only wants to raise some monster eggs and maybe eat some more pilots. is that so much to ask? are we so jaded that we#don't see the innate value in raising a gigantic antimatter bird monster's young as earth's next protectors? for shame science#for shame military leaders. that bird did more to bring the world together than any one living being ever achieved#rip monster bird creature. you were too good for this world.
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The Feathered Nest (1916, F.C. Griffin) Part 2
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This story compares this child to a baby bird and also compares the home would be good for her to grow up in to the feathered nest.
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Louise, Charlie Murray, and Louise's father are now wealthy and live in a large and luxurious mansion. Wayland Trask goes to visit the family, but Murray, now rich, pretends to not know Wayland, who almost ruined his fate.
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"Your underwear! (whispers)"
"This is the latest fashion."
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Meanwhile, the party invitees arrive and the party begins. Louise's adoptive daughter has fun surprising the adults by covering Wayland's dog with a rug made of leopard skin.
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(why i love that girl who wears pants under the skirt)
Wayland hits Harry Booker on the head with a ball by mistake during the cricket game in the garden. And Murray treats Wayland roughly after his dog pulls off Louise's skirt in front of the party guests. An angry Booker and a hurt Wayland go fishing together. When the party invitees leave, Louise and Murray go swimming together.
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Murray wants to get rid of Booker and Wayland, so he installs an auto-start device(self-starter) in the gas tank of the boat the two are planning to ride. However, Louise's curious adoptive daughter gets on this boat and the boat starts on its own. At that time, the judge(Opperman. the little girl's former guardian) appears on the beach and discovers the girl on the boat. Wayland, Booker, Murray and Louise also discovers the girl on the boat and each go to rescue the child in their own way.
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The little girl's small dog, who was with her on the dock, goes to ask Wayland's big dog for help. Louise and Murray go to rescue the child by the boat. Wayland and Booker go to rescue her by the jet coaster. Louise, who was on the boat with Murray, falls into the water while standing on the boat, then Wayland jumps off the roller coaster to save her.
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Meanwhile, Louise's adoptive daughter jumps into the sea from the boat then Wayland's dog saves her by swimming.
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Murray also fell into the sea and was on a nearby rock, but when the rock collided with the speedy boat the little girl was riding, Murray flew into the air, spun around, and was buried in the sand.
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useragarfield · 4 months
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frank griffin you're an absolute fucker
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oculus-drift · 1 year
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Winchester '73. Best firearm in the West.
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emiko-matsui · 6 months
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scooby gang if they looked like their current voice actor when they were young
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politicaldilfs · 2 months
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Georgia Governor DILFs
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Jimmy Carter, Sonny Perdue, Herman Talmadge, Marvin Griffin, Ernest Vandiver, Carl Sanders, Melvin E. Thompson, Lester Maddox, Nathan Deal, George Busbee, Joe Frank Harris, Roy Barnes, Zell Miller, Brian Kemp
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brokehorrorfan · 23 days
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1998's Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island and 2019's Scooby-Doo Return to Zombie Island will be released on Blu-ray together as a Hanna-Barbera double feature on May 7 via Warner Archive.
Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island is directed by Jim Stenstrum (Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost) and written by Glenn Leopold (The Prowler). Frank Welker, Billy West, Mary Kay Bergman, B.J. Ward, Scott Innes, Adrienne Barbeau, Jim Cummings, and Mark Hamill star.
Scooby-Doo Return to Zombie Island is directed by Cecilia Aranovich (Harley Quinn) and Ethan Spaulding (Avatar: The Last Airbender) and written by Jeremy Adams (Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpion's Revenge). Frank Welker, Grey Griffin, Matthew Lillard, and Kate Micucci star, with an appearance by Cassandra Peterson as Elvira.
Both films are housed on one disc. No special features are included.
In Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island, Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, and Fred reunite and head to a haunted bayou island to investigate the ghost of Moonscar the Pirate. But it turns out the swashbuckler's spirit isn't the only creepy character on the island. The sleuths also meet up with cat creatures and zombies…and it looks like for the first time in their lives these ghouls might actually be real. In Scooby-Doo Return to Zombie Island, Scooby, Shaggy and the Mystery Inc. gang win a vacation of a lifetime at Monster Island Resort. Velma, Daphne and Fred can't help but notice how strangely familiar the surroundings are there. The gang soon finds that paradise has a price as they encounter an army of zombies and creepy cat people.
Pre-order Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island / Scooby-Doo Return to Zombie Island.
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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 9 months
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Rosalee: when i first met you, i thought you and Monroe were a couple
Nick: what?! wait... ha-ha Rosalee, that's very funny-
Rosalee, unimpressed: raise your hand if at any point you thought Nick and Monroe were a couple
Holly & Hap: *raises hand*
Bud & The Eisbibers: *joining*
Frank, Barry & Roddy: *out of the loop but doing it*
Hank, Wu, Renard & Juliette: *you guessed it*
Nick: OKAY! i guess this is a thing now- Monroe, why are you raising your hand?!
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cityoftheangelllls · 9 months
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The Drac Pack is out of whack! REVAMPED
I had a feeling that my first set of redesigns for these guys' human forms in HT4 from way back in January 2022 were long overdue for a redo, especially since I've come a long way with my digital art skills since then.
Also, even though it's August, it's NEVER too late or early for some Halloween themed art IMO.
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