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americangodstalk · 2 years
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Concept art for the costumes of Bilquis, Baron Samedi, Maman Brigitte and Mr. Nancy. For season 2 of American Gods. Concept art by Claire Anderson and Ciara Brennan. 
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theodorebasmanov · 2 years
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So, after reading “Norse Mythology”, I’ve finally read “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman. It may seem that I was reading for a far too long time, but I have an excuse – after I’ve read about half of the book the quarantine started (spring of 2020, remember?) and I had a little marathon of Max Fry’s last series (which’s eight books long) and only after that continued with Gaiman. Taking that into the account you can guess that I didn’t enjoy the book too much and that’s true. For me reading it was quite a bumpy ride because there were pretty interesting parts – retrospectives about how gods arrived in the USA or the detective part (homage/parody for Stephen King) about Lakeside; but others – the whole mainline seemed like an absolute absence of actual plot to me. Maybe I just didn’t understand something important but throughout the whole book I had this feeling: “When will the action start?” What also occurred strange to me, is that a person who retold Norse Mythology in such a funny and brick way, could write a book about the war between ancient gods and gods of technology and media and make it so deadly serious. Or, another possibility it, that the satire and humour of the novel were just too clever for me. So, definitely not watching the series, getting back to reading “The Witcher”. P.S. Why Loki is a redhead?
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goodjohnjr · 2 years
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Mr. Nancy's Funeral Home Speech To Mr. Ibis & Bilquis | American Gods (Season2) | The Greatest Story Ever Told (Episode 4)
Mr. Nancy’s Funeral Home Speech To Mr. Ibis & Bilquis | American Gods (Season2) | The Greatest Story Ever Told (Episode 4)
Mr. Nancy Speaks | American Gods What Is It? Part of a scene from Episode 4 (The Greatest Story Ever Told) of the TV show American Gods (Season 2) of Mr. Nancy’s (Anansi’s) funeral home speech to Mr. Ibis & Bilquis. Mr Nansi’s Talk With Other Gods. Mr. Anansi Funeral home scene!!! Here is how Fandom describes this scene: Mr. Ibis is working on Lila’s body in the preparation room of the…
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thatsladyfaggottoyou · 3 months
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Here's the first of my new series of American Gods/Sandman crossovers!
Lucienne is perfectly capable of flirting on her own but Dream does think she needs to score soon or she's gonna go insane. He's... not entirely wrong. He's also kind of an ass.
In all fairness, so is Anansi, but she's into it.
Rating: Explicit (sex, blood, and rock-and-roll a little bit of gore) Also Lucienne gets a little bird-like when she's overwhelmed as a treat for me.
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pjotvshownews · 5 months
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Clip from the scene in the Met in ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’
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spinach-pine · 1 year
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This scene will never cease to be hilarious to me
If 🤛 this 🤛 were 🤛 Nancy 🤛 could 🤛 she 🤛 take 🤛 this 🤛
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americangodstalk · 2 years
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You know one thing I am sure will happen?
When Anansi Boys (the show) will be released, people will complain that they “did dirty” or “sh*t over” or “ruined” the character of Mr. Nancy because... he is not like he was as played by Orlando Jones.
I am certain that there will be people only familiar with the television series “American Gods” (or, worse, that believe because they saw the television series it means they “read” the book) that won’t understand in the least that for the “Anansi Boys” television series, they went for the original depiction of the character as intended and created by Neil Gaiman in his books. 
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will80sbyers · 10 months
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crazy theory time!
In this scene Mrs. Driscoll was already possessed by Vecna and she put toxic stuff in that glass of Lemonade, but Nancy didn't drink that! She puts it down, and we hear the sound of her putting down the glass.
and maybe one little hint about this was the fact that previously she said that she liked the quiet, but then she told Nancy that she enjoyed the company of people in the other scene!
In the first scene she was herself
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so what if it was Henry saying to Nancy
'' You're quite a regular little detective, aren't ya?''
because she was messing with his plan and he was pissed about that, and that's also why he sends the monster to kill her first because she's the first to disturb his plan in season 3
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lunar-years · 2 years
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One thing I love about Stranger Things that feels so authentic is that all the siblings are in on it while the majority of the parents remain oblivious. Nancy & Mike and Jonathan & Will all getting involved had obvious origins, but I so love the choice to bring Erica in, too. Like there was no way Lucas’ little sister was NOT going to find out what the hell Lucas had been up to the last two years, and that’s so real. Holly may be too young to participate but you can’t tell me that girl doesn’t Know Things.
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thatsladyfaggottoyou · 3 months
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Here's a snippet of a fic I'm working on that's an American Gods/Sandman crossover! It's probably going to be a series of shorter fics all under a general umbrella. This one takes place during the Season of Mists, and I hope you guys are gonna like it!
“Are your table arrangements not to your liking, Spider God?” Lucienne asked, taking her glasses off a moment to fix them with the corner of her handkerchief. Being so close to Azazel had the unfortunate side effect of leaving her in a thin dusting of the bits of space detritus that slipped out of its gaping form, and the dirt was loathe to let her see easy.
Anansi stepped forward with a grace belonging to the nature of his form, holding a hand out barely in front of where she scrubbed still at her lenses. “I enjoy my own company as often as I do others’, Librarian. I hope I haven’t implied insult where none was meant.”
He said that word—librarian—like he might lift the whole of her work to weigh on some cosmic scale that would find the efforts of those things claiming to be creators weak and wanting in its wake. He called her librarian like it was an ancient word learned only to be used in ceremonial halls. He called her librarian like there was no greater thing he could call her.
With a warmth rushing to her cheeks, Lucienne gently set her glasses in his hand, watching him blow a soft breath across their lenses that cleared the demon’s grime from them in a quick curl of dust aimed carefully away from her, and she did not pull away when he resettled them on her face.
“There,” he said, and she chided herself the way her heart fluttered in her chest at the gentleness with which he brushed his fingers across her cheek.
“This isn’t,” he continued, coming to stand tall at her side as she looked back out over the dining hall to regain her composure, “the scene you shine in. When there’s a dozen dozen different agendas, you’re perfect, but every single thing here wants the same shit.”
“It certainly does make distraction difficult,” Lucienne agreed, letting a soft sigh out even as her posture revealed nothing of her exhaustion. “But my lord’s place is on high for now, and that means my place is making sure our guests are still feeling civil enough by the time they’ve finished eating to ask for private discussions politely. I would not have them irritate him—particularly as there are younger gods here who do not understand, yet, that he is not one of them.”
Anansi let out a scoffing laugh that was as amused as it was bloodthirsty. “Yes, well, we’ll see if that lot can keep from biting each other long enough to make sure they don’t bite the wrong hand. For your sake, I hope the table stays unimpressive; for my own sake, I’d love to see them make themselves interesting.”
Lucienne did not let herself smile, but the lift of her voice left little doubt to her own feelings toward the table full of new and boisterous gods. “My lord is more powerful than he has been since before this universe came to be; I would not advise being interesting tonight.”
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gameraboy2 · 5 months
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Merry Christmas from Mr. T and Nancy Reagan
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I’m just going to throw my hat into the ring about Steve’s parents because I’m bored. But like, Let’s spice up the level of shitty parenting.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s actually a professional. Steve has said that she’s “super well respected” and, for as much as the fandom likes to play him as a dumbass, you don’t put people whoes only achievement is being a jealous housewife on your résumé, especially when you have another parent with a notable (ostensibly white collar) career.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s a news anchor, or a lawyer. Give me a Mrs. Harrington who worked her ass off to be taken seriously by men for the entire late 50’s and early 60’s. Give me a young, ambitious woman with hazel eyes at a mixer for the company she’s working for in Chicago one night, who caught the eye of the charismatic man with ridiculous fluffy brown hair.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who grew up with a veteran father who never really seemed to care. Give me a little boy waiting, every day, for his dad’s letters, waiting for his father Otis to get back from this horrible war. And then he does, and he’s a hero, and suddenly it’s like nothing his son does is worth his notice. When he’s 15 and gets into his first fight? Otis doesn’t even comment on his bruised face before he walks out the door in the morning. When he gets into college? His mother is the one to hand him the watch his parents allegedly both got him as a graduation present. When he gets a job! A good job, where he has his own office and his name on a plate on his desk, not so much as a card.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who promised himself that, if he ever had a son, he would notice. He would pay attention to his kid’s grades, and what they were doing in school. That he would be proud of whatever college his son got into. That if his kid was ever doing something stupid, drinking, fighting, smoking, he would care. And he would say something.
Give me a Mr. Harrington meeting a beautiful woman in Chicago one night, and somehow, convincing her to come back to Hawkins with him. Give me the big news engagement and the blowout wedding fit for two people with nowhere to go but up.
Give me the Harrington couple buying their house, and planning to wait a few years before they start having children. Give me them having their first child, a son.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington being offered the promotion she’s been working towards for years almost immediately after, and taking it.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who never really thought his wife would keep working when they had children, but being smart enough not to say anything about it. Give me them realizing that, between both of their jobs, plans change, and their son will be their only child.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington who “doesn’t trust” her husband not because he might be cheating on her, but because, for as much as he can charm and schmooze with just about anyone, he has never had anyone tell him that he lacks actual understanding of his business. Give me a Mrs. Harrington seeing a stack of papers her husband brought home last night where the math doesn’t quite add up. Give me the blowout fight over his shady new business partner and the costs they could save if they just… cut a few corners. Give me her struggling to be taken seriously and explain to him that the consequences could be actual jail time and a complete destruction of their lives. Give me him hating that she thinks she knows better than him about his own business.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who keeps his promise to care about what his son is doing. Give me his unnecessary lectures, and comments and micromanagement whenever his son walks in the door.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington who couldn’t care less what her son is doing as long as he’s alive. Give me her bitchy comments that have been her best defense in the professional world for so long rubbing off on her son.
Give me a Steve who’s let it shape him. Who got his brown eyes, and desire to be at the top of the social sphere as soon as possible from his mom. Who got his begrudging tendencies to care while still finding something to complain about from his dad.
Give me a Harrington couple who isn’t absent, exactly. Who have the occasional business trip, but are actually in town when most of this stuff goes down. Give me a house that’s almost always empty, not because no one lives there, but because Mrs. Harrington is out late again tonight because the boss needs to be sure everything is in perfect order for Monday. Because Mr. Harrington absolutely has to close this deal. Because Steve has practice for both swimming and basketball today.
Give me a Steve who craves the domestic because of this. Who doesn’t have big plans or ambitions. Who, at his center, just wants to be able to flop on the couch and watch movies with the people he cares about. Who wants family vacations, and kids, and a big house filled with noise. Give me a Steve who understands that that’s where his love of parties came from.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who watches as his son seems to completely throw away everything he worked so hard to give him. Give me the fights over the beer, and the weed, and the grades. Give me the bombshell that his son didn’t even manage to get into college, and the realization that he needs to learn to be responsible.
Give me a Mr. Harrington who comes home one night to Robin and Dustin eating cereal in his kitchen at midnight. Who doesn’t really know what to say, so he sets down his briefcase and eats a bowl of cereal while asking these children who they are and why they’re in his house. Give me a Mr. Harrington patting his son on the back the next morning and telling he how much he likes the nice girl who can speak every language, and the little boy who can recite the periodic table from memory. Give me a Mr. Harrington who knows he made the right decision when he made his son get a job of his own instead of just working for him.
Give me a Mrs. Harrington who, when Steve informs her in the middle of a conversation that he has a boyfriend, doesn’t look up from the mirror where she’s applying her eyeliner.
Give me a Steve who’s had enough of her not caring and asks her, “really? You don’t have anything to say?”
Give me a Mrs. Harrington icily meeting his eyes in the mirror and saying, “Steven. You’ve been putting egg in your hair once a week since you were twelve and a girl in your class told you it makes it shiny, and you’ve been stealing my hairspray even longer.” Then goes back to lining her eyes.
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tricoufamily · 4 months
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jacques's, nancy's, and mrs. villareal's parents circa 1960-something + baby jacques and nancy bc they were there in cas anyway why not
this feud's been going on for approximately this long
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leslie057 · 3 months
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@we-love-jancy event day 2: ludus (flirtation)
flirting = double cheating on their lab partners with each other
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1n-bl0om · 1 year
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parallels between SCREAM 2 & SCREAMVI
SCREAMVI SPOILERS
- both take place at a college campus
- it’s the first time the main characters leave woodsboro
- the love interest wasn’t the killer
- families of a previous killer are targeting the final girl. (mrs loomis for sidney, richies family for sam)
- both families are avenging sons
- at the reveal, sam says mindys name in the same tone sidney said gales when she thought she was ghostface
- act three takes place in a theater. the abandoned theater for 6 and the windsor theater department for 2
- a film student is a killer (mickey and the students in the beginning)
- tara punches gale like sidney punched gale
- a character that was shot and thought to be dead ends up alive (gale and kirby)
- a character that was stabbed multiple times ends up alive (dewey and chad)
- tara yells out for chad and sobs as he’s being stabbed. gale sobs and watches through the glass as dewey gets stabbed
- sam and tara try to lure ghostface at the park. randy stalls ghostface while on call at the campus
- ethans reveal is a call back to mickeys reveal while quinns is a call back to mrs loomis
- quinn and ethan represent mickey, both being unstable and unpredictable like him. detective bailey represents nancy loomis in the fact that she’s grieving and wants total revenge
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americangodstalk · 2 years
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Here are the two final results of the visual development for Mr. Wood and Anansi’s spider form, for season 1 of American Gods.
Posted by David Bocquillon Carrasco, here and here.
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