#yale stewart

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Superman & Lois by Yale Stewart.

#Superman #Lois Lane #Clark Kent #Clois #Yale Stewart #DC Comics #art

[sobstea]

#martian manhunter #j’onn j’onzz #dc comcis #jl8 #Yale Stewart

[ebony1442]

My favorite @yalestewart/JL8 picture to date.

@superheroes-or-whatever

#jl8 #yale stewart #batman #catwoman #bat-tusi

[jonathan-parra-acero]

Adorable.😍

#yale stewart #adorable #spiderman #superman #batman

[jl8comic]

JL8 #270, Chapter Five, pg. 1 by Yale Stewart

Based on characters in DC Comics.

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#comics #jl8 #batman #superman

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Yale Stewart’s take on the X-Men #24 cover

#gambit #remy lebeau #rogue #anna marie #marvel #x-men #xmen #romy

[jedivoodoochile]

Happy Spider-Man Day.

Batman and Superman by Yale Stewart, JL8 #17.

#spider man #batman #superman

[fierath]

top gun headcanons bc I'm bored part five (I think??) call sign edition:

1. Hangman: he can't spell. he was always asking how to spell things and then someone made a joke of it and made him guess letters and then Bradley called him Hangman and never stopped

2. Rooster: tried to dye his hair as a young teen and it ended up bright red. made the mistake of showing a picture to a squadmate

3. Phoenix: accidentally set off the fire alarm by burning a cheese pita in the toaster oven. they started by calling her "fire girl" but that wasn't original enough

4. Bob: he wasn't great at making friends but he went to a Halloween party and was the best at bobbing for apples. the friends that he did make wanted an inside joke that was subtle enough to go unnoticed

5. Coyote: he wears a Wile E. Coyote t shirt that he says is a "good luck charm" underneath his flight suit

6. Payback: he will not lend money to people or go halvsies on anything because no one ever pays him back

7. Fanboy: he met Sir Patrick Stewart and keeps a polaroid photo of it in his wallet

8. Harvard: you know how you sarcastically call someone "genius"?

9. Yale: you know how you sarcastically call someone "Einstein"?

10. Fritz: uses the phrase "on the Fritz" constantly to refer to anything that is even remotely broken or not working properly

11. Omaha: anytime he tells someone he's from Nebraska they go "Omaha?"

12. Halo: she once stayed awake for 48 consecutive hours to play the newest Halo videogame (when was this? I dont know, because I dont know anything about Halo except for that one movie I found on Hulu like six years ago)

#top gun headcanons #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #brigham harvard lennox #logan yale lee #billy fritz avalone #neil omaha vikander #callie halo bassett #top gun call sign #top gun #these are my personal headcanons #if you got beef with any of them keep it to yourself #but youre welcome to share #any similarities to certain tv shows may or may not be intentional

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Inpsired by @upswings polls,

Gardner Fox - writer on her first apeparance and many of her early 'tec appearances, like 'tec 363, 'tec 369, 'tec 371, and Batman 197

Frank Robbins: Writer of many of her next 'tec appearances, like '388-89, some in the 390s, the early 400s through like 420-ish.

Barbara Randall/Kesel - writer of Secret Origins #20, Batgirl Special (where she retired from being Batgirl), and co-writer of the Hawk and Dove comics she appeared in as Oracle

Ostrander and Yale - Ostrander wrote Suicide Squad, Yale wrote some of Suicide Squad and Batman Chronicles #5 (Oracle: Year One: Born of Hope). I grouped them together b/c they co-wrote some of the Suicide Squad comics, though Yale's name appeared on the credits later, not right away. Yale was also the only writer listed on Batman Chronicles #5.

Dixon - birds of prey (the earlier stuff, before issue 45 or so), Batgirl: Year One

Simone - Birds of Prey 55-100 something, the start of Batgirl (2011).

Cameron Stewart and Brenden Fletcher - according to google, these are the Batgirl of Burnside writer.

I tried to get everyone relevant, apologies if I've forgotten someone. I did not include out-of-continuity stuff like Oracle Code.

#there is not a 100 percent correct answer but there ARE wrong answers #idk #dc comics #barbara gordon #oracle #batgirl #tumblr poll

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

These People Are Nuts! 1989 New Wave / Punk Rock / Alternative Rock / College Rock / Post-Punk / Power Pop / Ska

Here's a nice retrospective rundown of one of the greatest and most eclectic indie labels of the 1980s: I.R.S. Records, which was headquartered in the US, but had a whole lot of UK bands on its roster too. Founded in 1979 by a guy named Miles Copeland, I.R.S. started out primarily as a punk outfit, but as new wave proceeded to develop, it sunk its teeth firmly into that movement too, landing a bunch of acts along the way whose material was considered to be strange, zany, quirky, and campy, like Oingo Boingo and Timbuk 3.

But between all the acts that ultimately end up lending to this album's title being These People Are Nuts! are a bunch of bands who aren't considered to be all that weird too, like The Police, The Go Go's, Buzzcocks, R.E.M., and Fine Young Cannibals. So, what we really have here is a nice blend of genuinely good punk and alternarock with straight-up enjoyably silly and irony-laden new wave.

But this album that celebrates I.R.S.' tenth-year anniversary actually opens with a song that predates the label's existence entirely: it's the B-side of the debut record by the band that Miles Copeland's brother, Stewart, happened to play drums for: "Nothing Achieving," by The Police, a terrific classic rock-punk tune that was released in 1977 on another one of Miles' labels he had founded beforehand, Illegal Records.

And another great tune from those pre-I.R.S. days comes courtesy of a little-known band called The Electric Chairs, who, at the time, were fronted by a performer named Wayne County, who now goes by Jayne County. County is someone who holds the honor of being rock music's first openly trans vocalist, and she ended up working with a lot of famous people throughout her career, including David Bowie. Plus, she was also at the Stonewall Riots. So, she's an absolute legend, to say the least, and her band's punk song, "Thunder," which predates her publicly identifying as a woman, was released on Illegal in 1979.

Also, have you ever wondered where the great Fatboy Slim derived his stage name from? Well, it probably came from Maryland's Root Boy Slim, a brilliant and eccentric rabble-rouser who went to Yale and then came back on homecoming weekend the year after he had graduated and got kicked out and permanently banned from his frat house by none other than future war criminal president George W. Bush himself. His song, "Dare to Be Fat," kinda-sorta answers the question of, "what if Frank Zappa was a black blues-rocker?"

And there's a bunch of other songs from this compilation I could write about too, like The Go Go's’ "We Got the Beat," a landmark new wave tune that convinced the group to head towards a sound that was more new wave than punk; or the Buzzcocks' "Ever Fallen in Love," which presented a pretty perfect mix of late 70s punk rock and power pop; or Fine Young Cannibals' debut single, "Johnny Come Home," which showed the world this band's signature mix of rock and ska, along with Roland Gift's uniquely satisfying and tender voice.

But I think I'm gonna dedicate a few sentences to a deeply misunderstood song instead: "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades," by Timbuk 3. If you've ever heard this top-20 mid-80s hit before, then there's a pretty solid chance that you're among the many people who think of it as quite possibly the dorkiest song that the new wave era ever spat out.

I mean, peep this refrain if you're not familiar:

I'm doing alright Getting good grades The future's so bright I gotta wear shades

Now, is it possible that this song was made in a sort of tongue-in-cheek backlashing kind of way in response to all the live fast-die hard, sex-drugs-and-rock n' roll music that was going around back then? Sure, I guess so. But the song wasn't even really so much as that. It was more about the banality of contributing to an evil system and feeling as though you were on the right path. See, "I Gotta Wear Shades" is told from the perspective of a young nuclear scientist at the height of the Cold War, and that brightness in the future he refers to is actually referencing the potential detonation of the nukes that he's been working on. It's a really cleverly-made song that became a pretty big hit, but people never really seemed to understand the message that was behind it. It certainly wasn't a song to celebrate strait-laced, apple-polishing nerds.

So, there you have it: a nice and varied set of songs from a transcontinental indie label that played a big role in shaping new wave, punk, and alternative rock through its first ten years and change. There wasn't really any other label that was quite like I.R.S. Records. A lot of names that would end up defining eras and styles, along with some real kooks too.

Highlights:

The Police - "Nothing Achieving" The Go-Go's - "We Got the Beat" Wayne County & The Electric Chairs - "Thunder" Root Boy Slim - "Dare to Be Fat" Buzzcocks - "Ever Fallen in Love?" Wall of Voodoo - "Mexican Radio" R.E.M. - "Superman" Doctor and the Medics - "Spirit in the Sky" Timbuk 3 - "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades" Fine Young Cannibals - "Johnny Come Home" Concrete Blonde - "It'll Chew You Up and Spit You Out"

#new wave #punk rock #punk #rock #alternative rock #alternative #alternative music #alt rock #alt #alt music #college rock #post punk #power pop #ska #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music

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Superman & Lois by Yale Stewart.

#Superman #Lois Lane #Clark Kent #Clois #Yale Stewart #DC Comics #art

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Chapter 8

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As Amory walked into the kitchen in the morning, she stopped in her tracks, noticing sugar, chocolate and flour all over the countertops.

“Whoa, the bomb that wen toff here was a cake?” The short blonde asked, her eyes widened.

“8 hours, 16 ounces of chocolate and 32 cupcakes, and they still don’t taste right. Do you want to try one, maybe you could tell met what’s missing.” The tall blonde offered her friend.

“Sorry, Iz. I’ll have on later, gonna stick with toast and coffie, than you.” She moved to make herself some coffie and put some bread in the toaster.

“These are goor. MArtha Stewart would be pround.” George complimented the baker.

“Yeah, well, look where it got her… There’s something missing, some specific ingrdient.” She scratched her head, as her short friend put some butter on her now toatsed bread. “Why can’t I remember?”

“Look, just call her. Call you mother and ask.” The boy suggested.

“I don’t wanna call my mother.” She answered, seemingly moody. The other two shared a look before shrugging. The small blonde now sat beside him, eating her usual breakfast.

“Good Morning!” Derek came into the kitchen, accompanied by Meredith, adn George offered them a cupcake.

“You know, I like it here. Hey, you said so yourself, you liked having your things around, sleeping in your own bed…” The man pointed out, reaching for the meusli, as the group sat at the table.

“You are like a health nut, aren’t you?” George asked, everyone giving him quizzical looks. “You eat meusli every morning.”

“So what, I also eat the same thing everyday. Let him eat, George.” The young intern complained.

“I don’t” He defended himself.

“Okay, the meusli thing… you do.” The taller blonde pointed out, Amory and George nodding along. “At least, the last seven days.”

“Oh, come one!” The attending approached his girlfirend, meusli and milk in hand. “I haven’t been her for a wholle week… have I?”

“You have.” The short blonde said in a teasing manner.

“See, even they think it’s weird.” Meredith pointed out.

~~~~~~

Cristina, Meredith and Amory now talked to a psychiatrist, trying to find out who a patient belonged to.

“This guy belongs in psych. What are you doing dumping him here?” Cristina complained.

“He’s my gift to you. Had a seizure two days ago, his family thinks he’s dangerous and they had him committed.” The short blonde points our.

“Right, he’s psych, not neuro.” The dirty blonde said, plainly.

“Didn’t you go to med school?” Cristina scoffed.

“Yes, and unlike the correspondence school you three attended…” The psychiatrist insulted

“Oh, that’s to be Stanford, Dartmouth and Yale, right?” The Asian shot back.

“Sorry, ladies. We can’t take him back until he’s cleared.” The man informed.

“So you’re just dumping him on us?” The young intern sassed.

“He thinks his seizures are visions.” He said and left.

“Hello?!” The patient called from his room. “They’re not seizures, i’m psychic.”

“Of course you are, and I’m a chicken.” Cristina retorted, as they entered the room.

“Okay, Mr. Duff, we’re gonna start our work up now.” Meredith smiled at him.

“Work me up, work me down, I’m telling you, it’s a waste of time.” He said right back.

“I need you to grip my fingers, please.” Amory smiled down at him. Just then, the man seemed to zone out. “Hey, Mer, Cristina.” She called out.

The girls looked at the mand and immediatly realised why the girl called them. “Mr. Duff?” The Asian called out.

“Mr. Duff, are you okay?” The short blonde shook his shoulder lightly and he looked right back at her.

“Someone…” He started. “Someone is gonna check out.” At that, Cristina rolled her ayes, the small girl besides her furrowing her brows. “Bye bye.”

“Man, he’s nuts.” The curly-haires woman let out, as the young intern her het lightly.

“I’m dizzy, not deaf, lady. And I’m telling you someone in the fourth floor is gonna die.”

“That’d actually be Dr. Yang, Mr. Duff, not lady.” The young blonde defended her friend with the sickly sweet smile on her face that signalled that she was getting annoyed.

Just then, a voice was heard through the hospital’s speakers. “Code blue, fourth floor. Code blue, fourth floor.” The man raised hus hand as if to say goodbye, in a teasing manner. Meredith and Amory looked at each other with a mix of confusion and shock, Cristina remaining impassive.

~~~~~~

“Botox would do wonders on those frown lines.” The self-proclaimed psychic told Cristina, as she and Amory examined him.

“Okay, shut up.”

“Are allowed to talk to me like that? Is she?” He asked the smaller girl.

“No, but if I pretend I didn’t hear it there is nothing to prove it except your word.” She smiled, slightly annoyed now. Cristina answered him with a hiss.

“God, you’re hot… in a Mrs. Livingstone kind of way.” he smirked, Amory looking at him with a stern look.

“See these spikes on your temporal lobe? It mean you have epilepsy. Not visions, epileptic seizures.” The asain woman pointed out, showing him the paper.

“You think I’m epileptic? That’s so not right.” He answered.

“We don’t think anything, the graphs don’t lie, Mr. Duff.” The younger intern explained. “We’re going to get you an MRI now, to get a closer look at your brain, okay?”

“Yeah, there’s no way…” The patient started, right before entering his trance-like-state once more.

“Mr. Duff? Can you see me? Can you hear me?” The taller woman examined his pupils with a flashlight. “Stay with me.”

“Wouldn’t have picked you for the mommy track, Nurse Betty. Unless, of course, you choose what your friend did.”

Cristina backed away from the patient, shock in her face and Helena’s eyes widened and her soft smile left her face. The smaller girl turned around and left the room, without so much as a goodbye, leaning against the hallway door. She could feel a small anxiety attack rising, feeling vulnerable and expose by the revelation, and she closed her eyes, trying to keep it at bay.

When she saw her friend leave the room, she followed her to the closest on-call room. “Crisitna!” She called, as the woman entered the room.

When she got inside, she saw her sitting on a bunk bed. “What?” She answered, somewhat bluntly.

“I was just checking in on you. Is it… true? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I assure you I won’t tell anyone.” The young intern sat by her, the ever fimilair tightness in her chest rising and losing sensation on her hands. At the sight, her friend’s face softened.

“Thanks, Amory. Was yours true?” She leaned back on the bad.

Amory nodded slightly, tears filling her eyes. “I was nineteen, I thought I would be able to hande it, but it still hurts so much. It’s only been two years…” It was becoming harder to breathe by the second and her hands were now shaking. Cristina looked at her, compassion in her face and her expression soft, as the girl started to breathe more deeply. “I…” The young girl tried to take a deep breath.” I’m sorry, give m-me a minute.”

The young girl moved to another bed, eyes closed and focused on getting her breathing to even out. She held her hands to each other, trying to get feeling back to them. She focused on her sense, tried to rationalize her thoughts and put her head between her legs to keep the dizziness away. Her friend watched, a mixture of compassion and admiration in her eyes. A couple of minutes later, Amory opened her eyes, wiping the tears she’d let fall and sitting back by Crisinia once more, with newfound resolve on her face.

“When I was nineteen, I was r-raped. I got pregnant, and I had a hard time comiing to terms with the decision the end it, but I stand by it. I don’t tell this to anyone, unless it’s needed for a situation, or with my shrink.” She said, her voice now back to it’s usual conviction. “I’m sorry about that…” She waved her hands towards where she’s sat moments earlier, “Just, my anxiety gets worse when I feel to exposed.”

“You don’t have to apology, Amy. Besides, the way you pulled yourself together was pretty amazing.” The older intern said, her shoulder serving as a head rest for her friend.

“I meant to help you out… not the other way around. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you, whether you decide to keep it or not. I’m here.” The younger girl told her friend.

“You know, sometimes even the strongest people need to let others care for them, Amy.” Cristina told the girl, looking down at her. “I have an appointment for the sixteenth, I’m aborting.”

“Do you mind if I ask…” The young girl was unsure of how to pose her question. “I’m assuming it’s Burke’s. Does… does he know?”

“I’m not planning on telling him.”

“Okay, then… I won’t say anything either.” The friends say like that in silence for a whil, finding comfort in each other.

~~~~~~

After Cristina got of the case, Amory and Izzie get their patient in the CT machine.

“You’re into me, I can tell.” He tells Izzie, making Amory slightly roll her eyes. “Doctor small-and-angry was a hot appetiser, but you both are a smorgasbord of lust.”

The small doctor is clearly trying her best to ignore the mas, as the older intern warns him. “Mr. Duff, you’re pressing your luck.”

“Would you press it for me?” He asks with a smirk, Amory finally shooting him one of her famous reprimanding glares.

“God, that look is just like the one my mother used to give me.” He shiver slightly.

“Yeah, it’s her specialty.” The tall blonde chuckled.

“I hope you’re not claustrophobic.” Amory said with a sickly sweet smile, as he stared at her friend.

“You’re staring at me, stop.”

“I’m staring at you sweetheart, but it’s the strangest thing, I’m hungry for a chocolate cupcake.” Amory’s eyes widened once again at the affirmation.

“What did you just say?” The tall intern questioned him.

“A chocolate cupcake. Maybe one of those with the white squiggle on the frosting. Could you oblige?”

“What, do I still have some chocolate in my face or in my hear or something? I know the drill, so keep it up. Next, you’ll be reading mu cards, telling me my dead uncle is in the room.” The tall blonde rose her brows and the small girl’s eyes looked around her discreetly.

“Is he?” The man questioned.

“I don’t have a dead uncle.”

“Now, Mr. Duff, time to get in the machine.” The small girl patted it slightly and send him in.

~~~~~~

Cristina and Amory now sat at a desk, the former playing around with her food and the second eating her chicken sandwich while reading through another article she printed earlier in the week.

“If that’s turkey, can I have some?” George arrives, asking for their friend’s untouched food.

“It’s soggy.”

“Maybe it’ll kill you and solve everything.” Alex deadpanned, as he followed George to sit down.

“Hey!” Amory hit his arm. “Why do you always wish death upon others? George’s not dying.”

“I could have gottan that intubation. I’m good at intubations.” The short man complained.

“Why does everything in the hospital smell like a hospital?” Meredith asked them out of the belu, leaving right after, as Izzie joined the group.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, George. Everybody makes mistaked.” The tall blonde recommends.

“Just don’t make the same mistake twice. That way it won’t have been for nothing.” Amory share once again a piece of her advise.

“You know, I’m good at a lot of things.” George squeaks, as his short friend pats his shoulder.

“We know you are, George.” The small blonde reassured him.

“You know what? I’m gonna tell you something. Hey, George, you need to get laid.” Cristina begins. “See that nurse over there? She’s single, she’s got red ahir, go ask her out.”

“Oh, Olivia? She’s cute, you should try it.” The younger intern encouraged, still in denial about her feelings towards the boy.

“In case you forgot, I intubated an esophagus!”

“Dudde, you’re tweaking. Maybe you should go see that psychic…” Alex teased.

“Mr. Duff is not a psychic.” Izzie yelled, annoyed.

“I am trying to help you!” The Asain woman told George. “Go buy her a latte and freshen up your gonads please!”

“If you want I could ask her for you!” Amory smiled at the boy.

As Izzie looked at her phone, she noticed her friend’s looks. “Shut up!”

“It’s not too late to call her, you know. I’m sure you have good reasons not to, but you can still change your mind.” The short blonde advised her friend.

“Yeah, moms like that, surprises on their birthdays. You know, it’s very hallmark.” George encouraged the tall blonde, earning himself a slight smile. At the lach of an answer both the boy and the shorter girl left.

~~~~~~

“Izzie, he’s already said no, why do you keep insisting?” Amory asked her friend, who dragged her to their patient’s room.

“Maybe if you tell him the same thing he’ll listen? I don’t know, okay, but please try?” The taller one pleaded.

The short blonde went silent for a moment thinking through her options. “Okay, fine, I’ll talk to him.”

“Yay, okay, thank you.” The tall blonde gave her a quick hug and they both entered the room.

“Mr. Duff? We’re here with te consent forms again.” The young intern started off.

“You really need to sign them. Your surgeon scheduled the OR.” As they noticed the man looking straight ahead, the girls looked at each other. “Mr. Duff, are you alright? Are you having another seizure?”

They approached him, looking at his monitor. “Yeah, I think maybe I am.” He answered.

“What is it?” The smaller girl aksed, resistant to hear the answer.

“It’s me…” Tears filled the man’s eyes. “I think it’s about to be over.”

“Mr. Duff, you saw the angio result. We’re doing the AVM just in time. No need to worry, we know what we’re doing.” The short girl tranquilizes their patient, kindness in her voice.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you’re not going to die. Promise.” Izzie assured him, Amory shooting her a glare. She knew that the girl shouldn’t be promising life, even if the odds were favourable.

“I’m not talking about dying.” He went silent for a moment. “My whole life has been about what I see, about believing in myself, whatever people think. You’re telling me there’s a very good chance that will go away.”

“Look, you’re a healthy guy. You’re gonna live a long, full life.” The tall blonde said.

“And, think of it like this, if your visions truly are real, then you have to believe you’ll still have them after the surgery. If you don’t, then you’ll have the rest of your life ahead of you, to discover this new version of yourself.” Amory looked at him, trying to give the best advice she could.

Izzie gave the patient the paperwork and he signed it. The man looked away, clearly scared for his future but, as the surgeons left the room he called out for Amory. “Dr. Madden?”

“Yes?” The small girl turned around, her friend already left the room.

“I know you try to ignore it, so I’m giving you a push; you like him, don’t let him slip away.” The blonde blushed, knowing exactly who he meant.

~~~~~~

As the interns sat in the tunnels, Amory laid in a bed, her legs over Meredith’s, while she finished her article she started earlier that day.

“I tirend to talk Shepherd out of that clot surgery. what is wrong with me?” Meredith let out.

“Basically, you tried to kill the guy.” Alex teased.

“Basically, you’re an ass.” Cristina shot back, Amory letting out a little laugh at the altercation.

“You know you want it…” Alex joked, before being cut off.

“Mer, you couldn’t have known. It’s another thing that makes us interns and Shepherd is an attending. We don’t have the experience to know better.” The small girl reassured their friend.

George then came in, pointing to his ID picture. “This is George. George has… a hot date.”

Amory’s head shot up in denial. Thinking she’ll now never get the chance.

“Who? Olivia?” The boy nodded at his closest friend’s question. “Yes, I told you she was nice.” The girl squealed, excited, covering the sadness taking over he features.

“Aw, that’s great, George.” Meredith told him.

“Left pocket of my lab coat. No glove, no love.” Alex stood up and George reached for his pocket, Amory watching with slight discomfort.

“I mean, sure, if Alex has to be a manwhore at least he does it with protection.” Amory giggled and the boy in question faked an offended look.

George sat in a wheelchair next to the group as Alex left an Izzie sighed. “Our psychic had his surgery.” The girl informed.

“Yeah?”

“I wonder what happened with his… gift.” The tall blonde finished.

“Come one, we all know he’s crazy.” Cristina commented, Amory looking at her knowingly.

“I thought you said you didn’t believe in that stuff.” Meredith told the tall model.

“I grew up in a trailer park, I waited tables, which was supposed to put me through college, but my mother was always calling these… psychics. All the time. And the bills started piling up so I had to use my money to pay them. when I turned eighteen I left, never went back.” The woman explained. “This guy has been saying things to me, things he couldn’t possibly know anything about, so I just… wonder.”

“Well, I don’t know if I believe that stuff, but he did say some things that he shouldn’t have known…” Amory revealed. The group fell in silence, changing the topic shortly after.

~~~~~~

As Amory lay on her bed, at the end of the long day, she shuffled through her article, but couldn’t bring herself to pay any attention to it. It has been a hard day, filled with anxiety and past events coming up.  So she decided to do the one thing that could always get her mind off something like this. She put on some of her favorite music and danced it out. Unknown about the boy that was standing outside her room.

#grey's anatomy #greys abc #meredith grey #cristina yang #george o'malley #izzie stevens #alex karev #preston burke #derek shepherd #miranda bailey #richard webber #grey's anatomy imagines #grey's fanfic

[batman-catwoman1]

Art by Yale Stewart

#batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #catwoman #batman x catwoman #gotham #selina kyle #selina wayne #batfam #comics #batman catwoman #batcat #bruce x selina #bruce wayne x selina kyle #gotham city #the batman #batman and catwoman #the bat family

[jackstanleyroberts]

The Characters in the Extended Cut of Scream (2022) & Scream VI (2023) Part 2

Hello everybody if you like the idea that I pulled out about the new characters of the Extended Cut of Scream (2022) & Scream VI (2023) here's more of the new & additional characters in the franchise:

Melissa Collazo as Isabella "Izzy" Yales

Hayden Byerly as Damian "Dame" Yales

Annalise Basso as Andrea Lewis

Jodelle Ferland as Joanna Thompson

Katherine Langford as Jennifer Annie "Jenny" Kincaid

Charlie Plummer as Samuel Jonathan "Sam" Kincaid

Karan Brar as Craig Karbar

Akiel Julien as Malik Hubar

Ed Speleers as Alexander "Alex" Miller

Jimmy Bennett as Andrew "Andy" Anderson

Odessa A'zion as Susan Winters

Logan Miller as Lincoln Jefferson

Madison Davenport as Gabrielle "Gabby" Stafford

Madison Iseman as Alexandra "Allie" Miller

Rachel Fox as Angela Stewart

Mackenzie Foy as Luna Stewart

Natalie Alyn Lind as Natasha Longwood

Emily Tennant as Cynthia Cooper

Tequan Richmond as Maurice Lakewood

Zac Godspeed as Tyler Ferguson

Daniel Sharman as Kurt Parker

Rachel Zegler as Emily Jones

Finn Wolfhard as Stanley Lance "Stan" Williams

Brianne Tju as June Dawson

Rachel Sennott as Theresa "Tree" Hicks

Holland Roden as Gloria Smith

Violett Beane as Eleanor "Ellie" Winters

Spencer Locke as Ellen Hoffman

Anjelica Bette Fellini as Dorothy Johnson

Ryan Lee as Marty McCreary

Lewis Pullman as Richard Jackson

Stella Maeve as Nicole Kennedy

Talitha Eliana Bateman as Yolanda Preston

Gabriel Bateman as Philip "Phil" Preston

Megan Stott as Kimberly "Kim" Watson

Addison Rae as Natalie Foster

Emily Alyn Lind as Audrey Owens

Sarah Bolger as Simone Martin

Elizabeth McLaughlin as Jessie Crane

Brandon Soo Hoo as Takahashi Bradford

Mickey Nguyen as Sylvester Bradford

Denyse Tontz as Laura Morris

Milo Manheim as Zachary "Zack" Feldman

Stefanie Scott as Caroline "Carol" Feldman

Anna Sawai as Alexis Williams

Mekai Curtis as Reginald "Reggie" Stark

Haley Lu Richardson as Bethany "Beth-Ann" Lewis

Jaeden Martell as Landon Andrews

Anthony Ramos as Nicholas "Nick" Rodriguez

That's it for the new & additional characters of the franchise.

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JL8 #270, Chapter Five, pg. 5 by Yale Stewart

Based on characters in DC Comics.

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Warren Beatty and Natalie Wood in Splendor in the Grass (Elia Kazan, 1961)

Cast: Warren Beatty, Natalie Wood, Pat Hingle, Audrey Christie, Barbara Loden, Sohra Lampert, Fred Stewart, Joanna Roos, John McGovern, Sandy Dennis, Phyllis Diller. Screenplay: William Inge. Cinematography: Boris Kaufman. Production design: Richard Sylbert. Film editing: Gene Milford. Music: David Amram. 

This overheated melodrama, released the year after the introduction of the Pill, could almost be a valedictory to the 1950s. Deanie Loomis (Natalie Wood) and Bud Stamper (Warren Beatty) are two hormone-drenched Kansas teenagers in 1928 -- though the attitudes toward sex were still prevalent thirty years later -- unable to find an outlet for the passions they are told they should repress. He is under the sway of a bullying, motormouthed father (Pat Hingle in an over-the-top performance that's alternately frightening and ludicrous), while she has a frigid, convention-ridden mother (Audrey Christie). She goes mad and is sent to a mental hospital. He goes to Yale and flunks out. Such are the consequences of not having sex. The truth is, Splendor in the Grass is not quite as silly as this summary makes it sound. Kazan's direction is, as so often, actor-centered rather than cinematic: The performances of the four actors mentioned give it a lot of energy that at least momentarily overrides any reservations you might have about the psychological plausibility of William Inge's screenplay, which won an Oscar. There's also Barbara Loden as Bud's wild flapper sister, and Zohra Lampert as the earthy Italian woman Bud winds up marrying. In the end, the movie becomes almost a documentary of a moment in American filmmaking, when censorship was beginning to lose ground, and things previously unmentionable, like abortion, became at least somewhat tolerated. The film itself could almost serve as an indictment of the attitudes that produced the Production Code, which hamstrung American movies from 1934 to 1968. What distinction the movie has other than as a showcase for performances comes from Boris Kaufman's cinematography, Richard Sylbert's production design, and Gene Milford's editing.

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