#lola 1981

[italiancarssince1946]

1981 Michelotti Lola Ultimo

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#1981 #michelotti #lola ultimo

[wintercorrybriea]

Lola (1981) dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder

Cinematography: Xaver Schwarzenberger

#Lola (1981) #movies i like

[woundthatswallows]

film recs?

i have a lot lol! i could break things up into catergories but since this is a general ask i'm just gonna cover mostly everything! i listed a lot of movies so i'd be happy to organize them a bit more into categories if anyone wants that, i just did it off the top of my head + w a little help from lists i've made on letterboxd. :)

here r some of my all-time faves that i’d rec: possession (1981) dead ringers (1988) harold and maude (1971) l’une chante, l’autre pas (1977) the piano teacher (2001) la morte vivante (1982) ginger snaps (2000) pink flamingos (1972) the rocky horror picture show (1975) twin peaks fire walk with me (1992) crash (1996) repulsion (1965) let’s scare jessica to death (1971) nekromantik (1988) + nekromantik 2 (1991) (second one is my fave but u have to watch the first first etc) girlfriends (1978) carnival of souls (1962) blue velvet (1986) martyrs (2008) a zed & two noughts (1985) multiple maniacs (1970) wild at heart (1990) 3 women (1975) dans ma peau (2002) dazed and confused (1993) kissed (1996) videodrome (1983) female trouble (1974) malina (1991) wings of desire (1987) persona (1966) the cremator (1969) the before trilogy teorema (1968) scenes from a marriage (1974) sunset boulevard (1950) les demoiselles de rocherfort (1967) the living end (1992)

and then some movies that i love/like and think people should watch: cecil b. demented (2000) ringu (1998) excision (2012) hausu (1977) the belly of an architect (1987) moonstruck (1987) les deux orphelines vampires (1997) valley girl (1983) angela (1995) may (2002) nashville (1975) phantom thread (2017) daisies (1966) candy (2006) society (1989) nowhere (1997) velvet goldmine (1998) caché (2005) the mafu cage (1978) funny games (1997) les raisins de la mort (1978) mysterious skin (2004) true romance (1993) y tu mamá también (2001) vampyres (1974) under the skin (2013) alice sweet alice (1976) audition (1999) vagabond (1985) high life (2019) spring night summer night (1967) secret ceremony (1968) candyman (1992) belle de jour (1967) hatching (2022) brain damage (1988) happy together (1997) in the mood for love (2000) cat people (1942) cléo from 5 to 7 (1962) je tu il elle (1974) thirteen (2003) masculin féminin (1966) vivre sa vie (1962) lost highway (1997) le bonheur (1965) une femme est une femme (1961) les parapluies de cherbourg (1964) babette’s feast (1987) arsenic and old lace (1944) the daytrippers (1996) a history of violence (2005) polyester (1981) ganja & hess (1973) impetigore (2019) volver (2006) pea d’âne (1970) the addiction (1995) train to busan (2016) chungking express (1994) smooth talk (1985) death in venice (1971) the incredibly true adventures of two girls in love (1995) my beautiful launderette (1985) wild (2016) lake mungo (2008) possum (2018) jeanne dielman, 23, quai de commerce, 1080 bruxelles (1975) les cent en une nuits de simon cinéma (1995) lola (1961) the passion of joan of arc (1928) le cérémonie (1995) stoker (2014) contempt (1963) eastern promises (2007) les yeux sans visage (1960) shivers (1975) american mary (2012) serial mom (1994) pierrot le fou (1965)

#this is long whoops #asks

[sourfall]

✨ Lola Heatherton ✨

I need everyone to see this, please. Catherine O'Hara as Lola Heatherton.... perhaps a precursor character to Moira Rose? 💃

(Clip taken from SCTV 4x8 "Bouncin' Back to You" (ep 1x8 in the US version, 1981)

#catherine o’hara #sctv #moira rose #lola heatherton #the lip shaking kills me #she can actually sing tho but it's still so funny #I've been rewatching sctv and it's so funny even now

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

The Working Royals of the British Royal Family: A Series

Full name: Charles Philip Arthur George Title: His Majesty The King, also known as His Majesty Charles the Third, by the Grace of God, King of INSERT COUNTRY HERE and His other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth) Birth: 14th November 1948 at Buckingham Palace Current Age: 74

Charles is the Head of the House of Windsor and the monarch to 15 countries. He has been married twice: first, to Diana Frances Spencer (m. 1981, d. 1996), and second, to Camilla Rosemary Shand (m. 2005). Charles has two sons, William and Henry (known as Harry), from his marriage to Diana. Through William and Harry, he has five grandchildren: George, Charlotte, Louis, Archie and Lili, while from his second marriage, he has five step-grandchildren: Gus, Lola, Freddy, Eliza and Louis.

#mine #royaltyedit #charles #wr

[therecordconnection]

Ranting and Raving: "Come Dancing" by The Kinks

When looking at the British Invasion of the sixties, there is something known today as “The Big Four.” That group refers to the four bands that led the musical invasion on American shores: The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, and finally, The Kinks. The Kinks were entered into that club way later than the other three. It took more time for people to realize that the band were of the same caliber and helped pave the way for a lot of music we hold dear today just the same as the others.

But the Kinks ended up having a wildly different career trajectory than those other three. Mostly because they were banned from playing in America from 1965-1969. 

The exact reasons for why tend to boil down to this: When attempting to tour America in 1965, there was tension between primary songwriter/guitarist/vocalist Ray Davies and his brother, guitarist Dave Davies (who also had beef with at-the-time drummer Mick Avory, sometimes losing it and fist-fighting him on stage), they all had beef with their tour promoter, Betty Kaye, who was unable to pay them in cash (which was the agreement that was made and unable to be fulfilled due to poor ticket sales at the beginning of the tour) and when that happened, the band was pissed and decided to retaliate against her. This in turn led her to filing a formal complaint with the American Federation of Musicians (basically the organization who has the power to withhold work permits for overseas musicians in the event that, you know, they piss you off and are difficult to deal with). That complaint held weight and the band were, well, banned from playing in the states. By the time the ban was lifted in ‘69, the British Invasion was over and done with and the tastes had changed.

In a way, I think this actually ended up being a blessing in disguise for them. The other three bands they’re grouped with all ended up getting Americanized in some way due to spending extended time here and trying to appeal to us. By contrast, The Kinks were stranded and remained aggressively British, so they stayed weird and their music remains all the more fascinating to Americans because it wasn’t made with any of our sensibilities in mind. The only times the band snuck over here and scored a Top 40 hit twice during the seventies. “Lola” was the big one in 1970 (peaked at #9 on Billboard) and “Rock and Roll Fantasy” was the other one in 1978 (peaked at #30). So as far as America is concerned, the seventies weren’t the best decade for the band in terms of chart success. They would go mostly ignored.

The Beatles, The Stones, and The Who all had a great time here in the seventies... but the eighties belonged to the Kinks, who had a way more fun time during that decade than any of them. By the start of the eighties, the Beatles had been broken up for a decade (one of them would be dead by the end of 1980, one of them sits out most of the first half of the decade, one of them doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing, and one of them is Ringo) the Stones were about to go on autopilot and enter suck for a decade, and the Who were quickly suffering burn out. On the other hand, The Kinks had been enjoying critical and commercial success and enjoyed experimenting with the new wave and punk sound that had been sprouting up in Britain. It certainly helped that a lot of new wave and punk bands loved them and were covering their songs. Listening to albums like 1981’s Give the People What They Want and 1983’s State of Confusion are good examples of Ray Davies’ versatility and adaptability as a songwriter. He just seemed to understand the changing times better than the rest of the old British Invasion bands. I mean, bloody hell, you don’t call an album Give the People What They Want unless you’re damn sure you know what they want. The Kinks have five songs that have been Top 10 hits on Billboard: “You Really Got Me” (#7 in 1964) “All Day and All of the Night” (also #7 in ‘64), “Tired of Waiting For You” (#6 in 1965), “Lola,” and finally, their last and quite possibly the best song Ray Davies wrote in his long career, “Come Dancing” (#6), released in April 1983 (for America, Britain had it in October ‘82) and our subject today.

“Come Dancing” is one of those hits that defies most explanations. By all accounts, Americans at the time should’ve wanted nothing to do with it and it never should’ve been a hit here. By the time the song hit its peak in July 1983, It didn’t fit in with anything else that was on the Top 10. That is, unless there’s a part of your brain that thinks the Kinks can share a playlist with the likes of The Police, Irene Cara’s “Flashdance... What a Feeling” (from, you guessed it, the movie Flashdance), Michael Jackson, Culture Club, and Kajagoogoo, which sounds like a name I made up, but I swear to god I didn’t. Adding to the anomaly is how Ray Davies didn’t write this with an American audience in mind at all. For starters, he makes no attempt to hide his accent (although Ray is so aggressively British you’d have to be the most daft and schtewpit wanker alive not to notice). Other giveaways are how the song talks about dance halls (which is primarily a British concept. He also uses the French word “Palais” to mean “dance hall,” which only further alienates us Yankees) and the song borrows its title from a popular British dancing show, Come Dancing (it’s mostly known today through its revival, Strictly Come Dancing).

“Come Dancing” is mainly concerned with two topics: 1) It’s a song examining the changing times and memorializing the past. The dance hall of Ray’s childhood is long gone and has been replaced with several different things ever since. 2) It’s a story song about his older sister, Rene. More on her later. 

If this song became a hit for any reason, it’s because Ray Davies’ ear for melody never failed him. That main melody that plays through the song is ridiculously infectious. It does what every great song wants to do: sneak into your brain and have you hum it for a long time after it’s over. Musically, it’s delightfully strange. The chorus has that British Invasion sixties sound that taps into boomer nostalgia (which would quickly wrap the eighties into a vice grip tighter than a rattlesnake) but it never fully consumes the song. The main melody has that sixties sound when played on a guitar, but it’s almost drowned out by the odd choice in keyboard sound, which sounds like something you’d hear on a calliope or a boardwalk in the summer. While being odd, it’s an immediately recognizable sound that works really well. It’s very easy to start dancing to it and, more importantly, it’s such a great melody that it never gets obnoxious or annoying to hear. 

The most interesting thing about it is that it’s a melody that feels like it’s fighting to find a spot in a specific time period. Dave Davies’ guitar makes it sound sixties, the keyboard turns it distinctly into 1983, and then it travels back to the big band era of the forties and fifties when horns play it at the end of the song. It’s a melody that’s clearly nostalgic for something, but it and its creator never find exactly what it’s nostalgic for. There’s an argument to be made that the entire song is nostalgic for everything and that’s why there’s no specific choice. In that sense, the song perfectly captures that feeling of experiencing changing times. What you knew is gone forever and you’re having to come to terms with the new. The overall production, the keyboard doing the main melody, that new wave sound and Dave’s heavy guitar riffs during the halfway point of the song, and the chorus are all firmly in the new. The keyboard during the verses, the acoustic, folksy guitar heard throughout the song, and the big band horns at the end are all the faded voices of the old trying to be new again. Ray Davies is very well aware of time and the way time changes things as major themes within this song. Those themes show up as early as the first lines of the song, when he lays out the history of the local palais in just four lines:

They put a parking lot on a piece of land  Where the supermarket used to stand Before that they put up a bowling alley On the site that used to be the local palais

Local palais -> bowling alley -> supermarket -> parking lot. Anybody who has lived in a small town for decades or has lived long enough to see major changes to places can rattle off history like that to you. Even if you haven’t, sometimes you can just walk into a store and you can faintly see the remnants of what used to be there, possibly something to the tune of, “This coffee shop used to be a Pizza Hut.” Ray Davies establishes that theme from a distance immediately so that he can zoom in just as fast and begin to tackle the song’s real reason for being: a story song about his older sister, Rene.

Ray Davies has six sisters, all of them older than him, but it’s Rene who hit the jackpot and got this song written about her. The backstory of “Come Dancing” is this: Ray wrote the song in honor of his sister’s love of dancing and to honor her passing away from a heart attack on the night of Ray’s thirteenth birthday while out dancing at the local palais. She was also the sister that bought Ray’s first guitar for him (you can see the kid in the music video air strumming a tennis racket, which I’ve always assumed was a nod to Ray being given a guitar). In a 2014 radio interview with NPR, Davies recounted the stories that inspired the song:

...she was told she had severe heart problems, but she loved to dance. And the doctors told her, she walked down the road, she would probably have a heart attack. So she bought me this not-very-expensive Spanish guitar and gave it to me on my birthday. And she - we played a few songs. She played a song on the piano. And I tried to play with her. And she said she was going out now. And I would watch my sister go out.  It was a sunny afternoon. And she walked down the road, and my mother stood at the gate. And that was it. And the next morning, we got a call from the police. She'd been - she had died dancing at the ballroom in London in the arms of a stranger. And they came to break the news to my parents. So it was - the birthday was forgotten, but that's irrelevant.

From the last line of the first verse to the end of the song, it becomes a beautiful eulogy about the loss of Ray’s sister and the dance hall that held her happiest memories. The story that Ray tells in that NPR interview is found all throughout the song’s lyrics. Ray mostly focuses on the boyfriends and dates that his sister would go on and even how Ray could see her coming and going (“Out of my window, I could see them in the moonlight / Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate”). Ray paints a fun, upbeat, and bouncy picture of his sister as your typical fun-loving girl who loves to dance and would make her dates work for (limited) satisfaction.

Another Saturday, another date She would be ready but she'd always make them wait In the hallway, in anticipation He didn't know the night would end up in frustration He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek

The lyrics stay just as light and peppy as the song they’re attached to. Despite the fact that Ray is writing this song about a woman who passed away twenty-five years before this song existed, the only sadness to be found is the death of the palais (The day they knocked down the palais / Part of my childhood died, just died). 

The final verse of the song is the most important part. We’ve established that in real life, the person this song is written about passed away twenty-five years prior. In the song, she isn’t. Ray Davies utilizes the power that comes with being a songwriter and fully rewrites her ending. This part is real: “Now I'm grown up and playing in a band / And there's a car park where the palais used to stand.” These lines aren’t:

My sister's married and she lives on an estate Her daughters go out, now it's her turn to wait She knows they get away with things she never could But if I asked her, I wonder if she would

With this final verse, “Come Dancing” becomes a song that resurrects the past and gives it new life. “Come Dancing” isn’t just a nostalgia song, it’s a resurrection song. A nostalgia song usually is too preoccupied with the yearning for days gone by, the dread that comes with knowing that the old days are gone forever and you wish like hell that they were back. “Come Dancing” isn’t that. The final refrain of the chorus has Ray singing, “Come dancing / Just like the palais on a Saturday.” The key words are “just like.” Ray knows that he can’t literally bring the palais back (or his sister, for that matter), but as a songwriter, he can resurrect the feelings and the memories of the palais on a Saturday. He can resurrect the feelings and the memories of his sister and how she would go dancing. 

It’s a beautiful and loving tribute to someone dearly departed. If you believe in any variation of the phrase, “The dead are never truly gone so long as the memories remain,” then this song does what a lot of songs do when they make us think of the people closest to us: it resurrects their memory and helps us remember them and how we carry them with us. 

It’s the most unexpected hit they could’ve had during the second half of their career and it remains one of their sweetest and most lovable songs. It represents the romanticism, the cleverness, and the theatricality that made the Kinks such a wonderful band and so distinct from their peers.

“Come Dancing” is the best possible tribute. It brought Ray’s sister and the old local palais back to life every time he and the Kinks played it. They come back to life every time you play it on something. If you have someone special to you who loved this song to death, they come back too whenever you play it. Hell, when Ray Davies eventually leaves this Earth, this song will also bring him back to life every time someone plays it.

Time moves, whether we want it to or not. But if we’re lucky, we’re able to capture a few magic moments and make them immortal. Nothing is ever fully dead so long as there’s someone there to fill it with love and resurrect it.

So, why not come dancing?

It's only natural.

#original post #ranting and raving #the kinks #ray davies #Youtube

[sleepy-stories]

updated list (up to 5 pages now!)

1913 - Krazy Kat

1914 - Gertie Dino

1918 - Koko the clown

1919 - Felix the cat

1919 - Olive Oyl

1922 - Julius the cat

1925 - Pete

1926 - Winnie the Pooh

1927 - Oswald the lucky rabbit

1927 - Ortensia cat

1928 - Clarabelle cow

1928 - mickey mouse

1928 - minnie mouse

1929 - horace horsecollar

1929 - Bosko talks Ink kid

1929 - popeye the sailor man

1930 - pluto

1930- bimbo

1930 - betty boop

1932 - goofy goof

1932 - Bluto

1933- Buddy (looney tunes)

1934 - donald duck

1935 - porky pig

1935 - little kitty

1935 - oliver owl

1935 - ham & ex

1935 - beans the cat

1936 - owl Jolson

1937 - Petunia pig 

1937 - gabby goat

1937 - Daffy duck

1937 - egghead

1937 - elmer fudd

1937 - della duck

1937 - HDL

1939 - Casper

1939 - Sniffles

1939 - Barney Bear

1940 - Tom & Jerry

1940 - daisy duck

1940 - bugs bunny

1940 - woody woodpecker

1941 - Butch (alley cat)

1941 - Toodles (tom’s love interest)

1941 - Fauntleroy fox

1941 - Crawford crow

1942 - Spike the dog 

1942 - Tuffy/Nibbles 

1942 - Beaky buzzard

1942 Mama buzzard

1942 - Henery hawk

1942 - wolf (blitz wolf)

1942 - jose carioca

1942 - tweety bird

1943 - meathead (tom n jerry)

1943 - droopy

1943 - Chip and Dale

1943 - red (red hot riding hood)

1943 - topsy (tom n jerry)

1944 - screwy squirrel (mgm)

1944 - Panchito pistoles

1945 - Sylvester cat

1945 - Pepe le Pew

1945 - yosemite sam

1946 - gossamer

1946 - foghorn leghorn

1946 - george (henpecked hoboes)

1946 - junior (henpecked hoboes)

1947 - goofy gophers (Mac and Tash)

1947 - scrooge mcduck

1948 - gladstone gander

1948 - hippety hopper

1948 - Marvin the Martian

1948 - Lightning (tom and jerry)

1949 - butch (tex avery)

1949 - wile e Coyote

1949 - road runner

1949 - tyke the pup

1949 - playboy penguin

1949 - penelope pussycat

1950 - little quaker (tom n jerry)

1950 - granny

1950 - Sylvester Jr

1950 - snoopy

1951 - clyde bunny

1952 - gyro gearloose

1953 - sam sheepdog

1953 - ralph wolf

1953 - southern wolf (tex avery)

1954 - Goldie o-gilt

1954 - Taz

1954 - witch hazel

1954 - speedy Gonzales 

1955 - Michigan J. Frog

1956 - flintheart glomgold

1957 - grinch

1958 - huckleberry hound

1958 - yogi bear

1958 - boo boo

1959 - quickdraw McGraw (Latino)

1959 - snugglepuss (gay)

1961 - Ludwig von drake

1961 - magica de spell

1964 - fethry duck

1967 - woodstock (peanuts)

1978 - Garfield

1981 - Mario

1981 - donkey kong

1981 - Pauline

1983 - Luigi

1985 - princess peach

1985 - bowser

1987 - webby

1987 - Beakley

1987 - launchpad

1987 - Duckworth

1988 - Roger Rabbit

1988 - Jesscia Rabbit

1988 - Benny the cab

1989 - Fenton 

1990 - babs

1990 - buster

1990 - plucky

1990 - hamton

1991 - sonic the Hedgehog

1991 - doctor Eggman

1991 - drake mallard/darkwing wingduck

1992 - tails

1993 - Amy rose

1993 - yakko warner

1993 - wakko warner

1993 - dot warner

1994 - knuckles

1996 - lola bunny

1999 - spongebob

2001 - shadow

2001- Shrek

2001 - donkey

2001-  princess fiona

2001 - gingerbread man

2001 - Pinocchio 

2004 - puss in boots

2007 - Shaun the sheep

2007 - Bitzer

2011 - kitty softpaws

2011 - Humpty Dumpty

2011 - tina russo

2011 - (dhmis) Red guy, yellow guy and duck

2017 - Lena de spell

2017 - mark beaks

2022 - perrito

2022 - death

#toons throughout the years 2023 #toons throughout the years 2024 #list updated!

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Rejtőzködő Remekmű I.

Fassbinder: Lola (1981) - a Netflixen megtalálható magyar felirattal

Régóta akartam már Fassbinder filmeket nézni, de sajnos a Mubi kínálatában egyáltalán nem akart felbukkanni, az HBO-n pedig most Truffaut és Bressont nyomnak. Így amikor hozzáfértem egy kis Netflixhez, rákerestem a német fenegyerek nevére, és nem kis meglepetésemre három címet is találtam tőle. Le is csaptam rögtön a BRD-trilógia két darabjára, a bravúros Veronika Voss-ra és a fájóan aktuális Lolára. 

A BRD-trilógia darabjai a Német Szövetségi Köztársaság második világháború utáni egy-másfél évtizedében játszódnak, és mindegyik egy női sorsot követ. A filmek különálló egységek, sem főbb karaktereikben, sem történetükben nem kapcsolódnak egymáshoz, sőt formanyelvüket tekintve is eltérnek. A Lola, a trilógia záródarabja, amely már a kialakult vadkapitalizmus idején játszódik: a háború már csak távoli emlék, szereplői csak keserűséggel vagy nosztalgiával(!) gondolnak a  '45 előtti időkre. A történet helyszíne egy vidéki kisváros, amely a  békés nyugati demokráciát élvezi. A város elitjének minden tagja ismeri egymást, és az egész város ismeri Schuckertet, a proliból felemelkedett, minden hájjal megkent építési vállalkozót, aki folyamatosan feji az önkormányzati támogatásokat és gondosan visszaoszt a megfelel�� embereknek. De van egy kis baj. A város főépítésze, aki jóváhagyja az építkezéseket, nyugdíjba vonul, és a székében a rejtélyes, kelet-porosz von Bohm váltja, akit senki sem ismer. Vajon von Bohm keresztül húzza mindenki számítását, vagy épp ellenkezőleg belesimul a rendszerbe? Schuckert feszülten várja a fejleményeket, saját, privát kurtizánja Lola társaságában, akit minden este meglátogat a helyi bordélyban (arisztokrata származású) felesége beleegyezésével. Schuckert csupán egyike azoknak, akik folyamatosan a titokzatos von Bohmról fecsegnek Lolának: udvarlója, a radikális baloldali Esslin ugyanis von Bohm asszisztense, édesanyja pedig az új főépítész bejárónője. Ők is felváltva mesélnek a gentlemanről, és valamiért mindenáron távol akarják tartani a lányt a férfitől. Lola nem hagyja annyiban, és fogadást köt Schukerttel, hogy már pedig ez az úr tanuk előtt fog kezet csókolni neki, egy közönséges kurvának. Lola vállalkozása először csak egyes személyek érzelmeit kavarja fel, majd felbolydítja az egész várost, hogy a kedélyek végül egy groteszk happy end után lecsillapodjanak.

 A film megtekintését követően egyértelmű, hogy miért hívták az 1945-ös születésű Fassbindert Németország lelkiismeretének. A kommunistáktól kezdve a kapitalistákon át, a toxikus férfiakon keresztül a feministákig mindenki megkapja a magáét. Az enfant terrible végig bejáratott toposzokhoz nyúl, amiket ügyesen újít meg: a kisváros mikrokozmosza egy egész ország metaforájává válik, de egyúttal tudatszínpad is, ahol a közösségi terek a tudatos megtestesítői, a bordély pedig a tudattalané. Szereplői egyszerre típusok és önálló személyiséggel rendelkező karakterek; tetteik, tragédiáik egyszerre sajátjuk és az általuk megtestesített osztályé. A film alatt szinte végig szirupos zene szól az amerikai tömegfilmek paródiájaként, eltúlzott színvilága pedig az ötvenes évek technicolorját gúnyolja.Szeretnék megnyugtatni mindenkit: 

1. ez a mű nincs egészen két óra és megvadultan száguld végig a történetén, parádés párbeszédek vannak benne, amiket érdemes  alaposan megrágni 

2. a plakáttal ellentétben, ez a film nem öncélú. Habár komoly szerepet kap benne egy bordélyház, szex nincs, és meztelenség is alig található benne (és az is dramaturgiailag indokolt szerintem).

Azért a kicsi költségvetés itt-ott meglátszik az alkotáson: a beszédhangok enyhén konganak néhány jelenetben, mivel a forgatáson nem olyan jól felvett hangot használták, így ezek sokkal színpadiasabbnak hatnak a többinél. Más filmeknél ezeket utószinkronizálni szokták, itt vagy idő vagy büdzsé hiányból ezt nem tették meg. A film eleve ötvözi a színházi és filmes elemeket, de ennek ellenére ezeknél kicsit megtörik az illúzió. A film története még mindig aktuális, a humora friss, a színészek egytől-egyig remekek. Az operatőri munka kitűnő és gazdaságos: semmi művészkedés, remekül megválogatták, hogy mely jeleneteket dolgozzák fel látványos hosszú beállításokban és melyek azok a részek, amikor szinte telenovella-szerűen egyszerűen mutatják be az eseményeket. Az egyes jelenetek közötti átúszások és más vágói eszközök lehetnek azok, amik ma már öregesnek, vagy elavultnak hathatnak, de ilyenkor érdemes arra gondolnunk, hogy már megalkotásukkor is az volt a cél, hogy kizökkentsék a nézőt, hiszen ez is a stílusparódia része. 

Csak ajánlani tudom a Lolát, ami egy üdítőszínfolt a már-már uniformizált Netflix tartalmak között. 

#rejtőzködő_remekmű

[catofthenine]

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

1.(x) 2.(x)

Hey Ghouls!

As a continuation of my last post, I'd like to move to the next horror hostess, Elvira! This will probably not be the only time I talk about her, as she has reigned as the Queen of Halloween for three whole decades!

Elvira is played by Cassandra Peterson, and the character made her debut as the horror hostess of Elvira's Movie Macabre, which ran from 1981-1986. Elvira is best described as a "gothic witch slut", who (typically) wears a low-cut long black dress with a long slit on one side, a black bees-nest style updo and has an exaggerated hourglass figure. Elvira's makeup is inspired by Japanese Kabuki theatre makeup, which was likely was also mixed traditional gothic makeup.

Maila Nurmi, who played the original horror hostess, Vampira, was against Cassandra Peterson's portrayal of the new horror hostess because of how unserious and ditzy Elvira was. It was also likely because Lola Falana was supposedly Nurmi's heir to the Vampira throne, but the station would not hire her for the hostess role.

^I believe this is likely due to racist biases from the studio staff, but unfortunately, to delve into that would be off topic for this post.

Elvira's Movie Macabre operated a lot like The Vampira Show, and had five seasons and 140 episodes. Going down the episode list on Wikipedia illustrates how many goth niches were created by the horror movie genre alone! So many movies that were featured under the Elvira brand are also public domain, so maybe after this quarter I'll marathon my ass through them and do reviews?

If you don't know what I mean by niche, don't worry! I'll explain it in the next post!

Apart from Elvira's Movie Macabre, the gothic character also starred in movies (Elvira: Mistress of the Dark and Elvira's Haunted Hills, both of which are currently free on youtube!) Both movies are raunchy- which is a staple in Elvira anything. I wouldn't put your expectations too high for the writing however- it isn't too great.

In my opinion, Cassandra Peterson did an extremely clever thing when creating her character- including unseriousness. By making Elvira part-goth part-bimbo, she successfully tied in a very important element found throughout the gothic subculture- which is to not take yourself too seriously. A band who I think does this perfectly is 45 grave! I saw them live a year ago, and the show was super playful and fun!

There is SO much more Elvira media out there, so this is likely going to be part one so this post isn't long like others I've made

Song : Surf Bat by 45 Grave

I chose this song because I think it has big California goth vibes to it just like Elvira, and it's one of my favs!

That's all for now! Thanks for reading!

-Cat

(Catofthenine)

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[citizenscreen]

Lola Lane (May 21, 1906 – June 22, 1981)

#lola lane

[johbeil]

Ein Haiku von Ed Dorn

Alaska ist die Raquel Welch der Landschaften

– Ed Dorn Aus dem Amerikanischen übersetzt von Johannes Beilharz. Das Original ist im oben abgebildeten Buch von Ed Dorn, Yellow Lola, formerly titled Japanese Neon, enthalten, das 1981 bei Cadmus Editions in Santa Barbara, Kalifornien, erschien. Heute fühlte ich mich inspiriert, mal wieder ein Gedicht zu übersetzen, und überflog das Regal links…

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[enam3l]

i’d love to see them as kids 🥺

something fluffy and sweet?

your wish is my command! hope you enjoy bby 🌸

love, lola / the prequel II / always was (5.1k)

Eddie looks out for you in ways you’ve never realised, he’s fought for you since day one. Takes place when both you and Eddie are 15 and have just become sophomores in 1981.

a/n: happy ending eventually, slow burn, will they won't they, a lil angsty but never mean eddie

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comment for tag list. requests open for prequels.

Now Eddie lived with Wayne it meant you had to endure the bus journey to school alone. Stuck cramped amongst the spoilt gated community assholes who lived near your house. Technically, there was Steve, however you weren't on speaking terms due to the company he had started to keep since joining you at high school this year. The warnings you had attempted to instil in him that it was best to be yourself and not conform, were so far being ignored. So now you had to sit amongst the rabble without Eddie's witty running commentary. Eddie made the most mundane parts of life fun.

Despite the noise, you tried to memorise your speech for a genealogy project you had to present today in biology. One of those unnecessary tasks that don't aid your education, only air out everyone's awkward family history. You were grateful it wasn't a class you shared with Eddie, it was just over a year since his Mom passed. The school didn't need reminding of another thing to weaponise against him. 

Whilst you tried to concentrate, out of the corner of your eye you caught a flurry of movement. Looking up you realise Hawkins High's worst has began to congregate around one seat. Their unmistakable jeering echoing through the bus, signifying they'd picked a victim for this morning's journey. Peering over the seats you try to spot who it is but the lurking jocks block the view. Their ringleader is Kyle Carver, a junior infamous to Hawkins and surrounding towns due to being almost guaranteed to go pro in basketball. Aside from his talent, he was also a colossal piece of shit. It's his sneering voice that tips you off as to who him and his friends are harassing. 

'Trash will always be trash, Michaels, no matter how hard you try to dress up.' 

Jenna Michaels, poor Jenna. 

The boys lear at her, tugging at her coat and bag. Jenna was a junior too, you had known her because until this summer she'd lived in Forest Hills trailer park like Wayne and Eddie. Then over summer her Ms. Michaels had married Mr. Arnoult, a very wealthy man from a prominent family within the town. The type of family who runs in the same circles as your Gran and the Carver family. This meant overnight, Jenna went from being one of Hawkins poorest to richest. Upgrading hand me downs to designer clothes and upgrading her old bus route to this one. The new social position and makeover highlighting her as a target more than ever.

Another boy chimes in now, a gross smirk on his acne ridden face. 

'Yeah, still trash. No matter who your whore mom fucks.' 

That makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It reminds you instantly of the type of insults Eddie received once him and his Mom moved in with you. People desperate to know how this new social standing was achieved. As if it had to be something more sordid than her becoming your Gran's cleaner (but mainly her friend). Without thinking, you start to march down the aisle. Knuckles white as you grip the backs of seats to stay upright. Beyond Kyle you see Steve sat with another asshole called Tommy. Steve frantically miming you to stop whatever you're going to do. He's not the only one, a few others on either side of you are wide eyed and subtly shaking their heads. Too late. 

'Here we go, the Duchess of Hawkins has come to stick her nose in,' another jock has spotted your approach. 

Kyle whips his head round, eyes rolling when he sees you. For a sophomore, you had already developed quite the name. The Duchess of Hawkins moniker began in middle school, inspired by your Gran's infamy within Hawkins as well as your ancestors being a founding family. It was quite funny, you'll admit. What grated the other spoilt assholes like the Carvers was you didn't want to play the role. Rejecting their offer of joining them therefore, in their eyes, implying you believed you were better than everyone else. 

'This doesn't concern you, Y/L/N,' Kyle snarled. 

The way Jenna looked at you, her green eyes terrified and brimming with tears, told you it absolutely did concern you. Someone had to stand up to these people.

'You're disturbing my morning, so yes it does concern me. I don't want to hear your nauseating voice and I'm sure Jenna doesn't either,' you snap. 

A scoff leaves Jenna's lips. The second it does, she knows it was a mistake. Kyle snaps his head round back at her. His blue eyes filled with rage. 

'What's funny, Michaels? The only joke here is you.' 

The way he looks her up and down like she's nothing more than dirt makes you feel sick. 

'Shut up Kyle, she's done nothing to you,' you try to defend. 

'Quiet, Duchess,' Kyle glares at you, flashing his palm in dismissal.  

One of his friends then bumps you out the way so you're pushed behind where Jenna sits. Your palms itch with rage at the way they think they own the place. Then Kyle continues his tirade with one final blow. 

'How much exactly is Mr. Arnault paying your Mom an hour?'

The bus goes silent at the implication. Your jaw drops. You don't think he can go any lower... and then he does. 

'Suppose getting on her knees pays more than cleaning...' 

A sob chokes out of Jenna. Not only is the insult a revolting lie, but when Kyle mentions cleaning, he looks at you. He knows that's what Eddie's Mom did. All of it is too far, too cruel. Without thinking the itch in your palm becomes too much. Hurling yourself over the seat, your torso pushes Jenna's head out the way allowing you to reach out. You swing your arm, palm cracking again Kyle's smug face. 

The smack of your hand against his cheek rings through the silent bus. A bright pink mark left in return on his porcelain skin. 

'You fucking bitch!' He screams. 

You scoff. 

'No, Carver. You're the little bitch.'

Then you return to your seat, blood rushing. You cast your eyes down, not wanting to see how your peers are gawping at you. If Eddie was here he would've cheered. Kyle's cronies gather around him, all backing him up. Whispering things about you just loud enough for you to hear. 

'She's a fucking psycho.'

'Freak just like Munson.' 

At least now all attention is diverted from Jenna. When you arrive at school and get off the bus, Jenna waits by the door. As you pass her she smiles. 

'Thank you, you didn't have to but thank you,' she whispers before scurrying off. 

At the entrance to the school Kyle waits, joined by even more friends now. You know he's waiting for you. With a deep breath you go forward. Their eyes glower at you as you approach. Once you're passing them, the crowd of boys part, revealing Kyle. 

'You'll regret that, Y/N. Just wait,' he snickers. 

You say nothing and walk into the building. Now the adrenaline has worn off, you just feel sick with nerves. Kyle will make good on that threat. Sometimes you wish you could just shut up and assimilate. Revel in your privilege and be ignorant to everything else but your Gran raised you better than that. Although life does look easier being a nice, pretty, well behaved girl. You'll face the consequences later anyway, right now you have to give this ridiculous genealogy presentation. 

Eddie is trying to battle with the sea of notes and drawings for Hellfire that pour out of his locker when running footsteps approach. He slams his locker, attempting to contain the papers. When he spins round he's met with a panting Steve Harrington who looks like he's running from a fire. 

'Munson,' he gasps. 

Eddie looks around, even though that is his name, he's baffled as to why Steve is speaking to him. They've never particularly got on or cared for each other. He's your friend from before Eddie met you. The only thing they have in common is you. 

'Can I help you, Harrington?' Eddie asks puzzled. 

'Y/N,' he says with panic. That immediately gets Eddie's attention. 

'What about her? Is she okay?!'

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his head, far too stressed for a Monday morning. 

'She got into it with Carver again on the bus!'

Eddie just chuckles, 'that's my girl! She'll be fine.'

Steve waves his hands in protest, 'no, no, I think she's really done it now. She freaking slapped him! Hard!' 

'Oh fuck...' Eddie groans. 

'Yeah, he was pissed. Real pissed. I just wanted to warn you. I gotta go but keep an eye out for her, please?' 

Eddie nods sincerely, 'yeah, of course I will. Always. Thanks, I guess, Harrington.' 

'Cool. No worries, Munson,' Steve replied as he sped off. 

'Shit,' Eddie mutters to himself. 

One of his favourite things about you is your bravery. No character he's ever created compares to you in his eyes. You are Eddie's hero, not Ozzy or Tolkien. Your ability to find vulnerable people and look out for them is something he hopes he can do one day. But it doesn't half get you in trouble sometimes. Luckily, people tend not to retaliate like they would with him but it seems you really may have landed yourself in it today. Eddie hates he doesn't get mornings with you anymore. Getting up early was tolerable when it meant a whole thirty minute bus journey sat with you. Another great thing gone with his Mom. He didn't even get to see you before class to wish you luck on your presentation you worked so hard on over the weekend. If he still got that stupid bus he could've backed you up with Carver. Stepped in before he did something to you. Now Eddie really wont be paying attention in school today, too busy watching out for what those assholes will do now. 

Unsurprisingly, the presentation was painfully awkward. You're certain it was a task set up so nosy staff could finally work out each student's family dynamic. These projects are fine for most of your peers. No sweat when you have a normal Mom, Dad, a couple of siblings and some grandparents. Unfortunately, that is not what you had. The town has their own theories about your family, none of them ever being confirmed by Gran.

'They don't want to know so they can comfort you. They want to know so they have leverage over you,' she'd remark every time you were faced with an uncomfortable question growing up. 

You stood at the front of the class, cheeks turning pink and feet shuffling awkwardly as you spoke. Desperately you kept your eyes fixed on the clock at the back of the room, counting down until you had lunch with Eddie. In as vague terms as possible you explained your family tree. Your Gran, Ruby, descending from an infamous founding family of Hawkins. Her father was a rumoured 'unofficial' government agent working with Hawkins Lab. Eventually she married a man from another well to do family that her father handpicked from his connections. Your Gran loathed your Grandfather, he was spoilt and good for nothing, everything in life handed to him and he still managed to fuck it up. When your Mom (their only child) was ten he was trashed and died in a car wreck. Finally, your Gran felt free until it become apparent your Mom inherited his worst traits. At college, your Mom met a fellow rich party child and they brought out the worst in each other. Accidentally, they had you and for once your Mom made a smart choice and let your Gran raise you. That's where the story ends as far as you’re concerned. Your parents are somewhere, doing something and in return you had a happy childhood with Gran, Eva and Eddie. 

Throughout your presentation and the rest of the class you feels stares burning into you. In the back corner sits a gang of jocks your age, all of them Kyle Carver's little minions. Their unsubtle whispers clearly concern you and you're sure the presentation has provided them with ammo to feed straight back to Kyle. 

Once again Eddie finds himself late for lunch after being held back after class. Miss O'Donnell reeling something off about day dreaming and doodling instead of learning. Admittedly, she wasn't wrong. Eddie had spent the lesson anxiously tapping his chewed pen, counting down the seconds until he could finally seen you. Unable to catch you since Steve tipped him off earlier, he just needs to make sure no harm has come your way.

When he hadn't been overthinking, he'd found himself sketching new characters for D&D. Somehow when he looked down at the finished drawing, the fearless heroine who Hellfire would follow into battle, staring back at him was you. Behind the burning sword being wielded, the flowing hair and elvish ears were your bright eyes, soft lips and cheeky smile. As in life, the heroine on the page was ready for battle but Eddie so desperately wanted to protect you. 

As Eddie sped through the hallways, a sharp turn reveals a huddle of jocks. Instinctively, he jumps back behind the corner. Peeping round he can make out the group. Kyle Carver and a couple of the biggest asshole juniors from the basketball team are deep in conversation with a bunch of guys Eddie recognises from your year. Leaning closer, thankful that lunch time cleared the hallways, Eddie tunes in to their conversation. 

'Those rumours were right, man. Her parents totally bailed,' one fellow sophomore informs. 

Whose parents? Eddie thinks. 

'Shit, dude it was so awkward. Everyone talking about their families and then there's Y/N,' another laughs. 

Eddie feels sick, he knew about this project and had been nervous for you as it was. If there's anything the people of Hawkins love, it's gossip. You and your Gran kept family life private and now this project gave people a potential insight into the past. The pair of you had sat round the dining room table at the weekend, you working on the project whilst Eddie did absolutely nothing school related. Even then he voiced his concerns about what people would say yet you'd remained unbothered. But of course, the people of Hawkins had proven him right. 

Eddie's knuckles were white as he found himself gripping at the wall in restraint. He watched at Kyle and his minions faces twist into smarmy smiles at the revelation. 

'She doesn't even have the excuse of being an orphan like her sidekick Munson,' one of the older boys cracked up. 

The hairs on Eddie's neck stood up on end. 

'Her parents couldn't even stand the bitch to the point they just abandoned her,' Kyle snarled.

That was it, the line was crossed. They can say whatever they want about Eddie, he's stopped caring. But you? No. None of them were worthy of speaking your name. Blood boiling, Eddie propels himself round the corner. Hand taking a fistful of Kyle's collar in order to slam the older boy against the lockers; the impact causing a clatter. 

'Speak of the devil,' Kyle snorted, the other boys laugh in response. 

Eddie tightens his grip on the fabric. His rings now pressing into Kyle's throat. Despite the height difference between the lanky basketball player and himself, the anger coursing through Eddie's veins allow him to easily overpower. A snigger from behind catches his attention, eyes darting round to another junior. 

'So has the Freak come to protect his psycho girlfriend?'

Something about the use of girlfriend makes his blood pump faster. Pointing a finger from his free hand, Eddie snarls, 'Don't you fucking talk about her like that.'

Kyle snorts now, voice still distorted from where Eddie presses at his Adam's apple. 

'Pathetic. Mommy and Daddy don't want anything to do with her so she's left scraping the barrel for trailer trash.'

That tips Eddie over the edge. Your parents don't deserve you. You're so much better than them. Somehow out of their chaos they created something beautiful. Eddie is certain that's your role in life; being the one shining light in the darkness. You're the best thing about Hawkins, you're the best thing in Eddie's life. 

'Don't you ever. Ever. Repeat this shit to her, Carver,' Eddie threatens. 

'Or wha-' 

Kyle's question is cut off as Eddie's fist lands square in his jaw. The landing perfect and impactful due to his grip at Kyle's throat. The blow causes him to tip sideways. Once he regains his balance, his eyes narrow and focus on Eddie. But before he can do anything, Eddie lands another blow. This time closer to his mouth. Now Kyle staggers back, Eddie letting his grip completely go. A wad of bloody spit lands on the ground from Kyle's mouth. Eddie backs away from the scene. The group of jocks stare speechless at what just unfolded before their eyes. 

'Stay away from Y/N. You forget what you know about her family or you'll see just what trailer trash can do,' Eddie warns before barreling out of the building. 

It takes twenty minutes before Eddie finds himself sat in the principal's office. Naturally, Kyle and his cronies ratted and the school can't have their star player in danger or with a busted face. Of course however, they've failed to mention just why Eddie confronted them. Principal Vaughn paces in front of her desk before him, waiting to hear his excuse. 

'So, Mr. Munson, are you even going to bother to justify your assault on Mr. Carver?'

Eddie stays silent, certain if he says exactly why then it will get back to you. The whole purpose of shutting Kyle up was so you never found out they were using your family as ammo to embarrass you. Whatever the consequences of the fight are, they're better than you getting hurt. Principal Vaughn huffs in annoyance. This is the fifth time she's asked to no avail. 

'Well, seen as though you cannot be bothered to even make an excuse, Mr. Munson, I'll be forced to call your guardian.'

Now that makes Eddie wince for two reasons. One, the conscious choice of guardian over parent still stings. It's a constant reminder his Mom is gone and that's what everyone thinks when they see him. Two, Wayne will be at work which he's now doing more than ever since taking Eddie under his wing. That fills him with guilt, he hates that he's already a burden to his uncle. 

'Okay,' Eddie murmurs. 

'Now, I won't pretend that you have it easy, Edward. You have had a tough year. On this occasion, I'm giving you a warning. You're suspended until the end of the week and then next week it's detention every day. Do you understand?' The older woman asks. 

Admittedly, this was a kind offer. He's still irritated that the school pretends their star player isn't an asshole so cover his back but Eddie should've received a worse outcome. 

'Yes. Thank you, Principal Vaughn.' 

It's been an hour and still Wayne has yet to arrive. Eddie is sure he'll just have to get the bus home. Vaughn ignored his protests that his uncle would be at work and couldn't answer. Unbothered that plenty of people in this town have to work to the bone most of the day to barely make ends meet. The boredom is numbing. Every memo board, book spine and poster has been read twice over by Eddie. Anything to distract himself from worrying about you. He just wanted to have lunch with you, hear about your presentation and make sure that his threats had worked and no one had given you bother.

Then there's a comment one of the jocks made that keeps working its way to the forefront of his mind 'has the Freak come to protect his psycho girlfriend.' Girlfriend. Eddie is trying to brush the thought away when he hears the clip of heels approaching the office door. The door creaks open and a voice he'd recognise anywhere speaks up. 

'Hello Edward, up to no good are we?'

Eddie turns around to see Gran smirking back at him. 

'Hi Rub-' she raises her perfectly arched eyebrow at his use of her first name. 'Hi Gran,' Eddie corrects himself and smiles. 

'Come on, let's get out of here,' she beckons and immediately he grabs his belongings and follows suit. He'll ask questions later. 

Principal Vaughn is silent as they walk past her. People tend to do what Gran wants or have the good sense to just shut up. 

Once they're in the car, Eddie finally caves. 

'Thank you so much but... what are you doing here?'

Gran just smiles and winks as she reverses the car. 

'I made sure I'm still on your emergency contact list at school. Family isn't defined by blood. I told her I'd always look after you.'

Her. His Mom. Eddie knows Gran was almost as broken as him when she died. But like you, your Gran is one of the few people he knows he can trust with his life. Who will always be a constant. He sits back in his seat and smiles to himself. 

Too lost in his own thoughts, Eddie fails to notice where they were going until the car pulls up outside Benny's. 

'Huh, what are we doing?' he asks baffled. 

'You finished early, we might as well get lunch,' Gran replies nonchalantly. 

Eddie raises his eyebrow at her calm attitude. 

'Only because I got suspended,' he scoffs. 

Opening the door, Gran just shrugs and laughs. 

'Still early. Now hurry up, Edward.'

Eddie knew better than to refuse her orders and scrambles out the car. Once inside, Steph, the waitress rushes over to greet Gran. Even Benny sticks his head out of the kitchen hatch and waves. 

'Afternoon Ruby, great to see you! Your usual booth is free. Follow me!'

It was in Gran's case, Eddie could see the good side of being infamous in Hawkins. Everybody loved or feared her and therefore respected thee Ruby Y/L/N. The sight of the booth caused a warmth to spread across his chest. It was their booth. Eddie, his Mom, you and Gran. On his second night of being introduced to you, Gran had taken the four of them to Benny's and sat in this very booth. It became tradition ever since, they'd go at least once every two weeks and always sat there without fail. It was on that second night that Eddie dared, for the first time in his eight years, to think him and his Mom might be safe. They were, they had been. His Dad never bothered them again, they never came to any harm. Not even after his Mom died, Gran ensured that. You and her represented safety. 

'The usual?' Steph chuckles. 

Gran looks at Eddie to check and he nods adamantly. 

'The usual it is, thank you Steph.' 

There's a moment of silence once the waitress leaves. The only noise is the tap of Gran's neat nails and the occasional jingle of her bracelets on the table top. He knows exactly what's coming. 

'So, fess up, Edward. What happened?' She gives him that don't-even-bother-with-bullshit look. Eddie squirms in his seat, attempting to look anywhere but her piercing eyes. He really, really doesn't want to say. Doesn't want Gran to worry about you or even worse, bring the incident up to you. 

Gran sighs, 'I'm not stupid, son. I know young Mr. Carver is a...' she pauses searching for a word she feels comfortable saying in front of Eddie. The pauses makes him chuckle.

‘A challenging individual. All the Carvers are. His mother is a thorn in my side on the council and those kids were always awful. So, spill, mister.’

He desperately thinks of ways to worm a way out of telling the truth. 

‘It was nothing… he was just being an asshole,’ Eddie mumbles. 

His weak answer earns a dramatic eye roll from Gran. 

'Please, Edward. I know you wouldn't have done it without a good reason.' 

Eddie sighs, resigning to his fate. Heels of his palms pressed to his brow he pleads. 

'Ok. But you have to promise... promise not to tell Y/N.' 

Gran's eyebrow quirks but she accepts the bargain, nodding for him to continue. 

'Kyle and her got into it this morning when I wasn't there,' he looks disheartened at that part, 'she may have slapped him.' 

A snort of laughter erupts from Gran at that point, 'the apple doesn't fall to far from the grand-tree, I see.'

He's able to muster a smirk in response. 

'Yeah... but then she had the that presentation about her family tree in the morning and I guess Kyle had some little minions in the class. Cos when I was going for lunch I found them talking to him.' 

'Oh...' Gran winces. 

Eddie feels the anger from earlier, flair up again as he recounts what was said. 

'He was laughing about her parents. That they'd left her. He was going to bring it up and use it against her, I just know it,' the frustration is clear in his voice, 'I had to stop him. She doesn't need it used against her. Likes it's her fault. It's their own loss, I jus-' 

Gran's warm hand take's Eddie's own, sensing his growing anger. The touch gives him a chance to breathe and calm down. The fury he feels at you being hurt gradually simmering down. 

'It's alright, it's alright. I understand.' 

'You do?' He whispers, anxious she'd be disappointed. Her hand, still pressed over his now gives a reassuring squeeze. 

'Of course. You just wanted to protect Y/N, like you always do... maybe we just work on ways to go about that for next time.'

The calming tone to her voice and the wink she sends his way instantly soothes the anxiety. Eddie nods in agreement, he doesn't like hurting people. It doesn't make him feel good. It just proves people correct in their judgements about him. It reminds him that even if he no longer shares a name with his Dad, they still share DNA. 

In perfect timing, their food arrives. Comfortable that the secret is safe, Eddie digs in to his usual burger. Watching him scramble to gorge himself on the food makes Gran wistful for the past. He eats in the same manner he did when they first met; like a boy who didn't know when their next meal was. The ache in Gran's chest at the loss of Eddie's mom Eva was still great, she was certain it would linger until she passed herself. The four had been a perfect unit, you had your best friend and she had hers. She's certain that Eva would be proud in the way Eddie had instinctually defended you. Certain it would be responded with a knowing smirk by Eva. 

'We'll really be family one day, Ruby,' she would grin, 'trust me.'

Gran had never quite bought into her insistence that you and Eddie were destined to be more than friends. They're just best friends, raised like siblings, it would be too awkward to ever see each other that way - surely? But the way the two of you had seemed to only grow closer and more protective of the other made Gran wonder sometimes. Then as she saw the blush radiating over Eddie's cheeks at the mention of your name, Gran thought for the first time maybe there was more to Eva's theory than hopeful suspicion. 

Back in the car, Gran turns to Eddie to confirm their destination. 

'Are you coming back to ours or to Wayne's?'

The question was hopeful, she truly missed Eddie's presence, loud enough to fill the grand house. He squirmed in the seat, cheeks a little pink again. 

'I'll go to Wayne's... I need to come up with an excuse for the fight. Y'know Y/N will have a million questions,' he laughs anxiously. 

Gran smiles at his returning blush. Hand reaching out to give his knee a comforting squeeze. 

'Okay, but your bedroom is still there and ready. Always.' 

Eddie's smile in return makes the corners of his eyes crease. He may have lost his Mom but he still felt her kindness live on in Gran. When they pull up outside the trailer, he thanks her once again for saving him. Both know the thank you stands for much more; for believing him always, looking out for him and for keeping the secret. Kissing her cheek, he hops out the car. They both wave as Gran drives away, her expensive car looking alien in the dirty trailer park. 

Once inside, Eddie flops down on his crumpled bed. Sheets untucked from another restless night filled with bad dreams. Turning his head his eyes land on the framed photo of the two of you that sits on the beside table. With birthdays only a week apart, you'd always shared a celebration. Not because you had to share with him but because you had insisted on it. It's of the two of you stood outside a restaurant, you're wearing a pretty summer dress and look pretty yourself. Well, Eddie thinks you always look pretty - he isn't blind. But now he allows himself to think about it more, the days events lingering, he's certain that you're beautiful. Eddie likes your fading tan lines and freckles from the summer and how your eyes squint from the glaring sunlight when the picture was taken. Sometimes your eyes change colour in the sun, when he was younger he liked to pretend it was a sign you were an X-Men mutant. There's a whole list of little features like this that he adores.

It strikes him suddenly, that he couldn't point those things out about anyone else - definitely not another girl. He's not sure he could describe anyone else's laugh, smell or list their favourite films and songs by heart without reminding himself first. The sting from when Kyle called you his ‘girlfriend’ still resonates, not because he was insulted or disgusted but because it wasn’t true. For the first time, Eddie realises he would like it to be true, subconsciously he’s allowed himself to pretend it’s true for years. Years he has spent relishing in your attention and the thought that it could be given to someone else… that’s unthinkable. Eddie wants to be yours but he wants you to be his. As if a curtain has dropped, the obvious is finally revealed - Eddie is in love with you and he probably always was. 

tag list: @tlclick73 @probablyin-bed @fangirling-4-ever @booksarekindaneat @azydrateanatomy @sadbitchfangirl @fluffybunnyu @big-ope-vibes

#enam3l love lola #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #rockstar eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson × fem reader #eddie munson × reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson X y/n #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson × afab reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Hollywood 1960s-1980s

retrokingdanny:

Jayne Kennedy photographed on set of the NBC television drama “Cover Girl”, 1977.

Eartha Kitt photographed by Paul Harris at her Beverly Hills estate in Los Angeles, 1982.

Lola Falana photographed by Roberto Ferrantini in Italy, 1967.

Marvin Gaye photographed by Jim Britt at Motown’s Golden West Studios in Los Angeles, 1973.

Donna Summer photographed by Harry Langdon in Los Angeles, 1978.

Pam Grier photographed in Los Angeles for the film “Foxy Brown”, 1974.

Bernadette Stanis photographed in a promotional session for “Good Times”, 1975.

Diahann Carroll photographed by Martin Mills in Los Angeles, 1968.

Chaka Khan photographed on North Vine Street in Los Angeles, 1975.

Sheryl Lee Ralph photographed in the Broadway production of the musical "Dreamgirls”, 1981.

Loretta Devine photographed in the Broadway production of the musical "Dreamgirls”, 1981.

Pam Grier photographed by Harry Langdon in Los Angeles, 1973.

Leslie Uggams photographed by Harry Langdon in Los Angeles, 1979.

Michael Jackson photographed by Steve Schapiro on set of the Cher Show, 1975.

#jane kennedy #eartha kitt #lola falana #marvin gaye #donna summer #pam grier #bern nadette stanis #diahann carroll #sheryl lee ralph #chaka khan #loretta devine #leslie uggams #michael jackson #black hollywood #beautiful black people #1960s-1980s

[mmepastel]

Quel beau livre que celui-ci, de Lola Lafon : La petite communiste qui ne souriait jamais. C’est un biographie atypique de Nadia Comaneci, dont je me souvenais, lors des Jeux Olympiques ultérieurs à ceux qui ont fait instantanément sa gloire, ceux de Montréal en 1976. Plus tard, en 1980 à Moscou, ou à Los Angeles en 84, elle était attendue, et je savais l’aura qui accompagnait.

Pendant la lecture du livre, j’ai regardé en parallèle ses prestations lors des moments phares de son parcours en compétition. Comme Lola Lafon, j’ai essayé de scruter son visage, j’ai vu ses sourcils bien droits, ses ombres sous les yeux. J’ai essayé de deviner ce qu’elle pensait, ressentait. C’est impossible. Elle est opaque. Et c’est vrai que ses sourires sont rares, même en 1976, même quand elle détraque la machine à afficher les notes qui n’arrive pas afficher le premier 10 de l’histoire correctement !

Que se passe-t-il dans sa tête lorsqu’au Texas, elle est sommée de monter sur la poutre alors qu’elle a le bras qui la fait souffrir horriblement ? Elle y va néanmoins, exécute la plupart de ses figures sans appui, sauf pour la sortie, ce qui l’emmène droit à l’hôpital juste après la fin de l’épreuve, hôpital où on lui fait comprendre la gravité de son infection, les conséquences possibles qu’elle a frôlées. Peu importe, elle a fait gagner son équipe.

Il y a quelque chose de militaire dans son abnégation, mais de mystérieux aussi. Profondément intime. Peut-être un combo de talent, de volonté et de discipline, un mélange d’égo et d’oubli de soi insolite.

Oui, son entraîneur était spécial, mélange de père débonnaire et de baratineur, mâtiné de tortionnaire. Mais elle l’a aimé, et probablement dominé, à sa manière. Dès son plus jeune âge, elle n’a pas dit ses limites, et elle s’est ainsi protégée des attentes excessives. C’est du moins ce qu’elle dit. Quand on l’écoute parler dans les interviews tardives où elle ressemble désormais à une américaine plus vraie que vraie, il y a quelque chose qui reste opaque. Une façon de ne rien révéler de ses sentiments, de ses émotions. Elle garde ses secrets.

Et pourtant quel destin incroyable. Être une étoile au moment même où le régime communiste du fou Ceausescu se durcit, ce fut au début une chance, avec cet entraîneur Belà qui décida d’égaler voire de surpasser les russes, puis une malédiction. Elle devint alors une vitrine du communiste. Elle vécut la dépossession de son corps. Qui devait rester performant malgré la puberté, la tristesse, la privation. De 1981 à 1989, vivre en Roumanie, c’était très dur, tout autant pour elle que pour le reste de la population. La peur de la délation, la Securitate partout, la nourriture nulle part, le chauffage à 14, des décrets qui condamnent l’avortement, qui exigent des femmes de faire des enfants (5 !) (on est là dans un « réarmement démographique » pur et dur qui fait frissonner). Elle finit par faire de l’ombre à Ceausescu et tomba en disgrâce ; elle était surveillée, traquée, devint le jouet de son fils, jusqu’à sa fuite, de nuit, à pied, à travers la Hongrie, encore mystérieuse, trop proche de l’effondrement du régime pour être bien vue, devenue suspecte. On l’a accusée, en Occident, d’avoir bien profité du système et de l’avoir fui pressentant qu’il était en phase terminale. Et une fois au USA, la traque à nouveau, par les journalistes qui commentent tous ses faits et gestes.

Dans la biographie, Lola Lafon renvoie dos à dos les deux acteurs de la guerre froide. Dans une interview, elle parle de peste et de choléra. Au fond, le capitalisme est-il vraiment synonyme de liberté ? Ici, nos téléphones nous géolocalisent, le corps des femmes est tout autant scruté et commenté, la réussite est tout aussi ardemment recherchée. Elle refuse de simplifier ce conte de fée qu’on voudrait nous faire avaler : la petite fée, l’écureuil bondissant a rejoint l’Occident pour devenir libre ? Pas si simple. Et dans cette biographie atypique où la narratrice fait comme si Nadia commentait ses chapitres, la gymnaste au téléphone ou par mail, nuance la grisaille de la dictature, le soleil des USA, l’absence de liberté. Elle minimise la souffrance. Elle ne s’apitoie jamais.

Plus elle parle, moins elle se révèle et reste une énigme, de celles qui font les mythes.

NB : ci-dessus, les 7 épreuves où Nadia Comaneci a obtenu un 10/10 en 1976 à Montréal, à l’âge de 14 ans et est entrée dans l’histoire, celle de la gymnastique, mais aussi dans la grande.

#nadia comaneci #gymnastique #littérature #livres #litterature #roman #livre #Lola Lafon #éditions actes sud #montreal 1976 #jeux olympiques #Youtube

[eurovision-facts]

Eurovision Fact #313:

Most of the contestants representing Yugoslavia were from Croatia. 12 out of the 27 representatives were from the nation either entirely or partly (meaning a single member of a group was from the nation, or the person was a combination of nationalities).

The demographic breakdown is as follows:

8 were from Serbia:

Ljiljana Petrović (1961), Lola Novakovic (1962), Zdravko Čolić (1973)**, Korni (1974), Aska (1982), Vlado and Isolda (1984)****, Bebi Dol (1991), and Ekstra Nena (1992).

12 were from Croatia:

Vice Vukov (1963, 1965), Luci Kapurso and Hamo Hajdarhodzic (1968), Ivan (1969), Krunoslav Slabinac (1971), Tereza (1972)*, Danijel (1983)***, Vlado and Isolda (1984)****, Doris Dragović (1986), Novi Fosili (1987), Srebrna Krila (1988), Riva (1989), and Tajči (1990).

4 were from Bosnia & Herzegovina:

Sabahudin Kurt (1964), Zdravko Čolić (1973)**, Ambasadori (1976), and Seid-Memic Vajta (1981).

4 were from Solvenia:

Berta Ambrož (1966), Lado Leskovar (1967), Eva Sršen (1970), and Pepel in kri (1975).

1 was from Montenegro:

Danijel (1983)***.

[Sources]

*I couldn't find information on where Tereza was from, so I assume she's Croatian because she sang in Croatian. Please let me know if you have a source for what her nationality is!

**Zdravko Čolić is Bosnian-Serbian.

***Danjiel is Montenegrin-Croatian.

****One member of Vlado and Isolda is from Serbia, and the other is from Croatia.

Yugoslavia, Eurovision.tv.

Ljiljana Petrović, Wikipedia.org.

Lola Novakovic, Wikipedia.org.

Vice Vukov, Wikipedia.org.

Sabahudin Kurt, Wikipedia.org.

Berta Ambrož, Wikipedia.org.

Biografija, LadoLeskovar.si.

Dubrovački Trubaduri, Wikipedia.org.

Ivan + 3M, Eurovisionuniverse.com.

Eva Sršen, Wikipedia.org.

Krunoslav Slabinac, Wikipedia.org.

Eurovision 1972 Yugoslavia: Tereza - "Muzika I Ti," Eurovisionworld.com.

Zdravko Čolić, Wikipedia.orh.

Korni, Eurovisionuniverse.com.

Pepel In Kri, Wikipedia.org.

Ambasadori, Wikipedia.org.

Seid-Memic Vajta, Wikipedia.org.

Viktorija (singer), Wikipedia.org.

Izolda Barudžija, Wikipedia.org.

Daniel (Montenegrin Singer), Wikipedia.org.

Vlado and Isolda, Wikipedia.org.

Doris Dragović, Wikipedia.org.

Novi fosili, Wikipedia.org.

Srebrna Krila, Wikipedia.org.

Riva (band), Wikipedia.org.

Tajči, Wikipedia.org.

Bebi Dol, Wikipedia.org.

Ekstra Nena, Wikipedia.org.

#esc facts oc #eurovision #eurovision song contest #eurovision facts oc #Ljiljana Petrovic #Lola Novakovic #vice Vukov #Sabahudin Kurt #Berta Ambrož #Lado Leskovar #Luci Kapurso and Hamo Hajdarhodzic #ivan + 3m #Eva Sršen #Krunoslav Slabinac #tereza #Zdravko Čolić #korni #Pepel In Kri #Ambasadori #Seid-Memic Vajta #aska #danijel #Vlado and Isolda #Doris Dragović #novi fosili #Srebrna Krila #riva #Tajči #Bebi Dol #Ekstra Nena

[rosie-love98]

Idea For "The Witch Of Erised":

Long story short, one of the villians I thought up for my Snape/Hardbroom fanfics is The Witch Of Erised.

The Original Story: she was supposed to be an ancient witch, Delilah Cluannack, who's been imprisoned by Lucy Faiweather (https://theworstwitch.fandom.com/wiki/Lucy_Fairweather ) and the Hogwarts Four in a rare instance where the Ex-Codices (Murphy's Wizards) and the Estnes (Rowling's Wizards) had worked together.

Fast forward to the summer 1983 when Delilah had finally managed to free herself from her prison. However, with her being in the mirror for so long, she had gained its powers to know and manifest the desires of others. Eventually, she is confronted by Severus Snape and Constance Hardbroom until Delilah fled without a trace.

Yet, in 2006-2007, she is fought again by the duo. But, as Severus Snape had been revived from the dead with a potion containing the Resurrection Stone, Delilah would see Snape as her equal this time around.

The Second Version: Born in 1969-1970 to Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, Loveta/Lola Lestrange would grow up knowing the Dark Arts and of Pure-Blood Supremacy. Yet, both er mother and father were too engrossed in their cause to give the love and care Loveta/Lola needed and desired. When her parents were taken to Azkaban in 1981-1982, Loveta/Lola isolated herself from her peers and managed to find the Mirror Of Erised. Upon seeing her reflection with a loving family, Loveta/Lola became desperate to make it a reality. So much so, she had used magic to actually go within the realm of Erised. Unfortunately, she would be trapped with no one-not even Albus Dumbledore-being able to free her.

For years, the Wizarding World pressumed her dead until 2006-2007 when the now grown Loveta/Lola broke out of the mirror. Over the years of her captivity, she grew up in the Erised dimension and learned to gain the mirror's powers. And when she was freed, she had found Severus Snape who, himself, had been mutated by the Revival Potion (which had the Resurrection Stone as its ingredients). Thus, Loveta/Lola saw an equal in Severus.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter movies #the lestrange family #worst witch #the worst witch #1998 worst witch #the mirror of erised #worst witch oc #harry potter oc