We’re coming at you so soon! I hope you love it. February 25th on AMC and AMC The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live. #TWDTOWL #TWD #TWDFamily #TheWalkingDead #TheWalkingDeadFamily #Jadis #Rick #Michonne #AndFabNewCast
Happy Birthday to the man who has my heart and so much rebel soul. The kindest jerk I’ll ever know.
I love you ❤️
Happy Birthday to the man who has my heart and so much rebel soul. The kindest jerk I’ll ever know.
I love you ❤️
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
We laughed together a LOT, sometimes deliriously, like that time in the middle of the night at Sundance, representing 5,6 films, maybe more, huddled over our laptops, working like thieves but suddenly up doing totally inappropriate impressions of someone we liked but were unable to stop choke laughing about how they looked in their ski jacket, panicking about their film.
We ate together a LOT. Salt’s Cure; Musso’s; the chicken Milanese and a martini at Arclight after a good movie, your back yard, later Morton’s by your new spot. Your capacity for ENJOYMENT was WONDERFUL.
You bought me my first tasting menu at The George for my birthday during SXSW. So generous. And when I finally had payola you wanted to try Providence. Wow! That meal! We oohed and aaahd over it all. Playful place. “The sommelier is not a snob at all!” You were delighted.
You taught me so much about food and wine and side cars and oysters and all sorts.
The staff had better know what’s up. You brought your own fine napkins if things weren’t up to scratch.
You were always educating, improving; sometimes someone was bold enough to give you the old side eye, sometimes it was me.
We worked together, we played together. I always wanted to bring boyfriends over to meet you.
You didn’t always approve of my boyfriends. You could never understand “Why do straight people have to be so REGULAR about their relationships?!”
I trimmed your nose and ear hair after the stroke, cut your nails, cleaned out your ears. You were no friend to shame. Onwards!
Thank you to @mptf for taking care of you. Love to all out there grieving Mickey’s loss.
I have missed you and do still. I bet you’re dancing your tits off in heaven with a hot hunk in an angel costume. ❤️❤️❤️👊👊👊🙌🧡🧡🧡
#mickeycottrell #RIP
The man’s a nutter butter and cares about no one. This man winning would be a loss for all Americans. Thanks. I’m no fan of Biden’s at this point either btw but the D’s can get a new leader whereas I could never trust the R’s after what they’re allowing to go on.
Please consider sharing and boycotting these companies for their part in the genocide. Thank you. #EndTheGenocide #FreePalestine
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Apocalypse Clown is funny as fook. Love love love this crew and cast. Loved playing a very silly role in this film. Available now in Europe and UK on Netflix. Coming soon to the USA and other territories. Look it up where you are. ✌️❤️ P
#IrishFilm #Clown #ApocalypseClown #Film #StreamingNow #TWDFamily #TWD #TheWalkingDead #TheWalkingDeadFamily #SupportIndieFilm #ThankYou
Sing the loves and the joys. Sing them out. Happy Burns Day! 🏴
Sing the loves and the joys. Sing them out. Happy Burns Day! 🏴
Hope you check out our new film Double Blind in US, Irish & Northern Irish cinemas from FEB 9th. It really is a fine one worth the cinema experience and my role was a lot of fun. Trailer pinned above. Much love.
@doubleblindfilm #IndieFilm #NewFilm #DrBurke #NewHorror #IrishFilm #Cinema #TWDFamily #TheWalkingDeadFamily #TWD #TheWalkingDead #Horror #Thriller #DoubleBlind #USACinema
