my name is alan

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Alan and Megan Dodds at the NY premiere of “My Name Is Rachel Corri” 2006, Alan Rickman and Miranda Richardson attend the closing of Marina Abramovic’s “The Artist is Present” 2010, Alan Rickman with Lindsay Duncan, 2002 Tony Awards, Radio City Music Hall, NYC, with  Helen McCrory (2013), Alan with Rachel Hurd-Wood“Perfume: The Story of a Murderer" premiere, 2006, with Christine Baranski at the Public Theater’s Annual Gala, June 2, 2015, Alan Rickman and Sigourney Weaver attend the ’Snow Cake’ premiere Berlinale 2006, with Kate Winslet at “A little Chaos” premiere, with Juliet Stevenson, Jan 30, 2008,  Alan Rickman and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio at premiere “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves” (1991)

topaz-rabbit  asked:

You know how Mr Alan Ituriel joked about being Black Hat's dad. Okay, what if that were true, and Mr Ituriel was his dad and raised him since he was a barely sentient eldritch squid baby monster thing. How's that possible if BH is probably really fucking old. Easy Mr Ituriel would be some immortal that one day was like"yep, I'm going to raise this demon. Sounds fun." But he's the most suburban of dads ever, but never tried stifling BH's evil tendencies, he encouraged them even.

(Continued) Like Mr Ituriel has seen his son kill several men, and was just like ‘eh, kids will be kids.’ He is an immortal that gives no fucks. He is one of the few humans BH can say he’s ‘fond’ of (will never say it out loud) The one time he visited his son, because he’s a proud pop pop of his sons success and see how he’s doing because HE NEVER CALLS. So as a slight act of payback, he tells EMBARRASSING stories ‘Remember when your powers started to come in Hattie? You scared yourself silly!’

((I am torn between staying consistent with my personal theories and completely abandoning them for this great hc. So let’s just say I’m gonna be very contradictory with whatever the fuck I post, because oh man Normal Dad Alan Ituriel is a very good idea indeed.))

  • Alan, an immortal demi-human with abnormal morals who lives in the Mexican suburbs, is walking by an alleyway or something when he hears some kind of blood-curdling screech
  • naturally his first instinct is ‘oooh what the fuck is that let’s go find out.’ so he looks in a dumpster, and finds one dead-looking prostitute with some kind of Alien-franchise-esque parasite abomination thing crawling out of her chest cavity. It’s covered in blood, seems to be only made of wriggling black tentacles, and hissing.
  • “Aww, cute! Come on little guy, let’s get you cleaned up.” He kinda scoops him up with a shopping bag; he may be immortal, but fuck touching whatever fluids those are. Alan casually carries his writhing, screaming horrorterror baby home in a yellow plastic bag, and promptly throws it into the tub.
  • (Cue the insane bathtime montage where Alan locks it in the bathroom and sprays it with the showerhead until it’s clean enough to touch. BH tries to “kill” him (his hand) several times. Alan laughs.)
  • Once BH is thoroughly doused, he resembles a drenched eldritch cat, a soggy, angry bundle of wriggling flesh, multiple eyes, and gnashing teeth. He has not stopped trying to bite Alan.
  • Alan grabs him by the “scruff” and he immediately starts fighting back. He puts him in a cage until BH tires himself out from screaming and pounding at the bars. The two just stare at each other for a moment, silently regarding the other.
  • Alan sits in front of it and throws a small piece of raw meat into the cage. BH devours it in seconds. Alan unlocks the cage. BH instantly tries to attack him again. Alan puts him back in the cage. He waits a few minutes for the tantrum to end, then repeats the process.
  • eventually BH realizes he can get more food if he stays still for longer. so he stops fighting back and let’s Alan lure him closer, piece by piece. Eventually Alan has BH practically in his lap, literally eating out of the palm of his hand. With more food in him, he’s calmed down a bit. Alan smiles. Okay, this is pretty cute.
  • Only Alan would find BH eating cute tbh, it’s quite fucking disgusting how much raw meat has been spilled all over the place
  • Eventually BH is sated, becoming sleepy and much more complacent. He bites very, very weakly when Alan picks him up. Alan kind of cradles him like a baby, then pets him like a cat. The tentacles quiver. “Weird.” He thinks that means he likes it? BH falls asleep in Alan’s arms. “Cool.”
  • Fast forward a couple months, when BH exits the “larval stage.” That outer casing of tentacles is basically a cocoon, and BH eats and grows and eats and grows until he goes from small cat-sized to human-toddler sized. Then he stops fucking moving.
  • Alan freaks out thinking that he’s killed his adopted son after poking him with a stick for a day doesn’t do anything. Then, the outer casing splits open. BH re-emerges from his “pupal stage” as a fully-grown juvenile, basically a one-year old child. He looks like a miniature version of his current form, but without the dapper clothes or any teeth, and with two open eyes. Alan literally squeals and hugs him. BH tries to bite him again. Some things never change.
  • From there it’s basically like raising a baby, with a couple more eldritch aspects. BH grows twice as fast as an ordinary human. Alan dresses him in adorable baby clothes, not because he needs them, but because it makes him look “soooooo cuuuuute!!!”
  • BH’s teeth grow in, and Alan has to use metal teething rings when normal plastic doesn’t work. BH’s learns how to walk with Alan holding his hands. BH’s claws grow in and Alan files them down for him so he doesn’t hurt himself.
  • It takes about a month or so for BH to start talking. Normally he makes little eldritch blurbles that would make a human’s bones melt. Alan just repeats normal words that sound vaguely similar. Eventually BH gets the hang of it. (BH always claims that his first word was “evil”, but it’s his and Alan’s closest-kept secret that it was actually “papá”)
  • Black Hat’s powers come in during his “evil puberty.” He wakes up one morning feeling a little odd and… shimmery? It feels like his body isn’t quite there, like he’s almost floating outside of his flesh. Then he looks down, focusing on his arm. It solidifies more, feels less fuzzy. He focuses again, bringing the fuzziness back, and watches as it changes
  • “DAD HOLY FUCK”
  • Alan is kind of nervous as BH demonstrates how he can turn his arm into an actual, functioning snake. He gets even more nervous when BH starts sleep-teleporting. Alan wakes up with BH on the roof, BH in the garden, BH on the floor of his room, and BH a couple streets away. He always manages to find his son though, he just has to hurry before BH wakes up. (The first time Black Hat woke up after a sleep-teleport, he was confused and scared and started ripping dimensional holes trying to get home. Alan found him about a town over, but it had been quite the scare.)
  • Shortly after this, BH’s “edgy” phase started. (“MY NAME IS MR. WUT NOW DAD”) Alan never really tried to talk him out of it, instead just giving him the eldritch version of “The Talk.”
  • “Now I know that lately your body has been going through some… changes, and I know that might be scary. But any, uh, urges you feel are completely natural, and–” “DAD FOR FUCK’S SAKE I KNOW ALREADY, OKAY?? I’ve been murdering people for like, five months now.” “Oh, okay, if you ever need any, protection, or help hiding a body, you know you can always ask–” “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!

It’s a great relationship they have. BH moves out a couple years later to start his business, and refuses to call Alan (out of pride? probably??) Alan doesn’t let him get away that easily, and each year he makes several unannounced visits. It almost always results in some kind of one-sided yelling match between the angry Black Hat and his cheerful dad, as his horrified employees listen on…

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Alan Wake aesthetic

Stephen King once wrote that “Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” In a horror story, the victim keeps asking “Why?” But there can be no explanation, and there shouldn’t be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest, and it’s what we’ll remember in the end. My name is Alan Wake. I’m a writer.

“Loyal to the end, Bradley maintains his belief that Flynn is not missing, and is instead pursuing his dream of ‘a digital frontier to reshape the human condition’.”

TRONfest 2017
Day 3: Favorite Male Character // Alan T. Bradley

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•  ELLIS GRANT WHAT IS IN A NAME 

Before the age of five Ellis, or Ellie as her father affectionately called her, was able to correctly identify almost seventeen species of dinosaurs – eleven herbivores and six carnivores – with nothing more than a femur or metatarsal to go on.

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please don’t let me name my MC (jks hey winks @ Alan)

I hope this letter finds you well | a fanmix for thane and shepard.

I made this with my own (stubbornly canon-ignoring) version of Shrios in mind: they go through their share of hardships caused by war and illness, but in the end… they both get to live. 

[playlist on youtube]

aventine | agnes obel

There is a grove, there is a plot,
Deep in the snow, breaking your heart.


warrior | laura marling

One morning I awoke to someone calling me,
A priestess I’d seen once in some arcana dream,
And she pulled an orange from the ground,
Is this my warrior, I am found.

foreigner’s god | hozier

Her eyes look sharp and steady,
Into the empty parts of me,
Still my heart is heavy,
With the hate of some other man’s beliefs.


how do you feel today | gabrielle aplin

The sound of your laugh has a ring of weariness,
The night has a thousand eyes and your smile of heaviness,
I’ve always asked for nothing but you’ve found it hard to see,
So I gathered all I had and laid it down before you feet.



louisa | lord huron

Good for nothing is the name they’ll remember me by,
Done nothing with my life for no one, I’m just waiting to die,
I turned my back on the world,
You know I’d given up on living til I met you, girl.


ghost town | first aid kit

And I found myself attached to this railroad track,
But I’ll come back to you someday.


good grief | bastille

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?

love won’t be leaving | anna calvi

I draw my name in the sand,
In the hope it’ll find you.

the universe | gregory alan isakov

The universe, she’s wounded,
But she’s still got infinity ahead of her,
She’s still got you and me.

my better introduction !! (i made a studyblr)

i realized that my previous intro was very vague, and without who i am.

my name is alan, and i created milkyjournals to show my love for bullet journaling and all things creative!

im 14, and i become a freshman this year, in september. i thought it would be a great idea to create a studyblr to not only organize my life, but express all my creative doodles and ideas out on paper. ive had this idea in the back of my head for quite a while, and im so happy i finally started!!!1!!1

for now, my materials include :
- a pack of mildliners (the one w grey, red, blue, green, purple) [ i want them aLL so bAd ]
- a set of microns
- two brush pens
- a dotted journal from a business company that makes cement lmao literally
- dotted moleskin
- a few cheap pencils and pens
+ many other unimportant tools lol

> some studyblrs that inspire me!@studywithinspo @studyquill @mochi-studies@studyclarity @lumstudies @stvdybuddies@officiallystudying @lycheestudy @academiere@studytherin @peachstxdies @gloomstudies @sprouht-studies @journalsanctuary

some little fun things to know about me !!
- i know 2 ½ languages, english, spanish, and learning japanese
- my favorite thing ever is boba tea
- im probably not straight?
- literally anything strawberry flavored and im all over it
- i aspire to be a filmmaker / photographer
- i play 3 instruments !! violin, ukulele, and piano
- i have trouble controlling how much i spend buying useless things i return a day after
- i wear glasses
- i love love love traveling and new places
- i love making new friends

okay so! i hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you can join me on this journey of fun. may the stars align for us to meet again :))

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my aesthetic 

Dear Tobias. I am your father. You never knew me. And I never knew you. I do not know what your life has been over these many years. I hope that your mother found someone else to love. I know that all memory of me has been erased from her mind. All evidence of my time on Earth has been erased.

I am being given this opportunity to communicate with you by the very creature who has erased my life on Earth. He has called me back to my duty, and I cannot fail.

This will all seem very strange to you, my unknown, unseen, unmet son. But I am not one of your people. I have taken on the form of a human, but I am not human.

I was in a terrible war. I did terrible things. I had to, I suppose. But I grew tired of war, so I ran away. I went and hid among the people of Earth. Among humans. While on Earth, and living as a human, I took the name Alan Fangor.

I took the name Alan Fangor. But my true name is Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul.ย And though you will never know me and we will never meet, I wanted to make sure that you knew my disappearance from your life was not by my choice. I wanted nothing more than to live out my life, loving your mother and loving you as well.

But I was part of something larger than myself. I had my duty. There was a great evil I had to fight. There were lives I had to try and save. Including yours and your mother’s. I am from a race called Andalites. Duty is very important to us. As it is to many, many humans. I cannot say that I love you, my son, because I do not know you. But know that I wanted to love you. Know that, at least.
—  Elfangor, Book #23: The Pretender, pg. 143 (by K.A. Applegate)