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nodudeshutup · 7 months
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why has this taken over my brain
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luckydiorxoxo · 6 months
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“Black Adam” filmmaker Jaume Collet-Serra has been hired by Amazon Studios to direct a movie starring Emily Blunt as pioneering female detective Kate Warne.
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Collet-Serra previously directed Blunt in Disney's "Jungle Cruise."
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kate-warne · 1 year
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Will: Can you guys stop implying I have a favorite? I like all you Kates and non-Kate equally
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Learning the stories of female Pinkerton agents is a mix of "Wow these women are badass and far more courageous than I ever could be!" and "Oh. They did all that and basically got a footnote in the history books despite having a major impact in this major historical event. How wonderful -_-"
I mean most of the men got ignored too because this was all *secret spy stuff* but still :/
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ailelie · 1 year
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Kate Warne
The rule of Kates only applies to fiction, but of course the first female private detective was a Kate.
She convinced Allan Pinkerton to hire her as a detective, pointing out the gap in his operation by not having a woman detective. Then, once he hired her, she proved her words with several successes.
On another occasion, Warne thwarted a plot to poison a wealthy Captain Sumner by posing as a fortune teller. Pinkerton rented out a space for her to ply her trade—which she quickly learned from books on the subject—and hosted Sumner's sister, Annie Thayer. Thayer was impressed by Warne's knowledge of her life, which had been prepared by the Pinkterton agents. Trusting that Warne had a real gift for divination, she eventually disclosed that she was under the direction of a lover named Mr. Pattmore to assist in the murder of Pattmore's wife and her own brother, Captain Sumner, so they could enjoy his fortune. (Pattmore was convicted of his wife's murder and spent 10 years in prison; the pair were caught before they could murder Sumner.) Warne’s success in these efforts was due in large part to her demeanor, which Pinkerton would later describe as being warm and affable. People seemed eager to share secrets with her, even if those secrets were incriminating. But part of it was also Warne’s unique place among law enforcement officials. Early on, no one could suspect her of being a detective because it was considered impossible that a woman would be occupying that role.
She oversaw the training of more female detectives, having opened the way for them. Unfortunately, she died of illness at 35. Her past was either so unknown or was negative enough that her body was not sent to family. Instead, Pinkterton had her buried in his own family lot.
We don't even know what she looked like. Apparently we have no verified photos of her, nor any other likenesses.
I need to read more about this woman.
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musicals-in-sweden · 2 years
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Sara Lehmann & Fredrik Sjöstedt singing ‘När röken skingras’ from Malmö Opera’s 2022 touring production Dead or Alive.
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47gaslamps · 2 years
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Here's how I roll with Great Detectives and shipping:
Sherlock Holmes is not pursuing a romance with anyone, including Irene Norton, John Watson, or Laurie King's OC. He is pursuing the case.
L from Death Note is not pursuing a romance with anyone, including Light Yagami, Misa-Misa or anyone's OC. He is pursuing the case.
Jake from Duskwood is pursuing a romance with the female main character. Because it's perfectly obvious that he is; you don't need to operate your decoder ring to arrive at that. But anyway, how about that case?
On the other hand:
In his youth, Bertram Edwards had a huge, hopeless puppy crush on Kate Warne. Because apparently, an unsupported shipping headcanon becomes perfectly acceptable if its existence requires me to twist a new pocket dimension of the historical fiction genre into being. That's nerdy enough to roll with.
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veilingofthesun · 2 years
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Balladen om mig - Sara Lehmann (from the musical Dead or Alive)
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college-cryptids · 8 months
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okay but this is blatant kate warne erasure and i shan't stand for it
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ghost-in-the-corner · 9 months
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I want to appreciate the outfit Barbie is wearing at the end of the movie, when Barbieland is taken back from the Kens and she walks with Ruth.
It's a simple yellow dress. Flowy, floral, nothing special. Her hair was laying almost flat, and she had a gold locket on. Not something you'd normally see on a Barbie.
It was such a human look. Not glamorous or glittery, no pink. Just an easy, everyday dress an average woman would wear to look flattering. It's so meaningful that when Barbieland is fixed, the Barbie we've been following for the past hour and a half just looks like a regular woman.
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HRH The Princess of Wales
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nodudeshutup · 7 months
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i made these on my phone with very little photos available
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liinkszwodreiiviier · 2 months
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I <3 Modern Warfare character blinkies!
Commenting 'using' or reblogging is really appreciated! • feel free to req other characters.
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kate-warne · 2 years
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Kate: Alright everyone, this is Plan P.
Annalee: What happened to Plan B?
Kate: We're passed Plan B?
John: Well, what about Plan M?
Kate: I marry Will in Plan M.
Will: I like Plan M.
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obsessive-evie · 3 months
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strawberry wine
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pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc
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warnings: sickenly sweet fluff, first ‘i love you’, county music
Golden light shown through Kate’s windshield, the pink and orange rays making her glow. Her freckles are always darker in the summer, but she seemed to exude sunshine through every dark dot speckling her face. Her hair, let loose from its usual ponytail, was blowing all around her, forming a halo. I couldn’t help but admire every inch of her features. The curve of her nose I love so dearly, her eyes that reveal all, her hands barely holding the steering wheel because she was too busy holding mine over the center console and tapping her fingers to the music playing.
Kate’s soft country playlist plays through the open windows of her car, filling the evening air with smooth guitar and rich vocals. I savor the smell of her presence, the feeling of the low summer sun on my face, the touch of her golden skin against mine, her large calloused hands gripping my own. Her thumb swipes over my knuckles absentmindedly as the road begins to slope downward.
Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton begins to play, the recognizable chords of our song flooding the cab. She immediately smiles at me, turning her head away from the road for just long enough to melt my soul just a little.
She uses our hand as her microphone to sing along to the lyrics we’ve sung a million times. We danced to this song on our first date, searing it into our hearts as sacred.
Before the song gets to the second verse, she pulls the car over without an explanation. “What are we doing?” I ask. Kate doesn’t answer, she simply kisses my knuckles quickly before opening her door and hopping out, a large and true smile covering her face. She jogs around the front of the car to my side, and opens my door without another word.
I catch on that she wants me out, so I turn to leave the car, but before I can she reaches behind me and turns the volume all the way up, Chris Stapleton flooding the open air.
We’re pulled over on a quiet valley country road, no traffic whatsoever, just the sound of distant cows, and a large weeping willow not far ahead. Kate grabs both my hands oh so gently, pulls me out the car.
“I’ll ask again, what are we doing babe?” I say, looking around slightly confused.
“Cmere prettygirl,” she says softly, her skin aglow and eyes bright with mirth. I slide out the car and into her waiting arms. Said arms immediately wrap around me, pulling me close to the warm body of my girlfriend.
She moves my hands to circle her neck, her own coming down to gently cradle my waist and back. I get what she’s doing now, and my heart melts. We begin to sway to the music slowly, her big hands pulling me impossibly closer so our bodies are touching from chest to hip.
Our small steps slowly lead us away from the car, but her hums start up again, the noise reverberating through my rib cage, welding my soul to hers. Every cell, each layer of my skin, my mind my heart and all of me was intertwined with hers.
“You’re such a sap you know that?” I whisper, looking into her eyes like they’ll tell me everything (they usually do). She laughs a breathy laugh, just a puff of air through her nose and smiles wide. “Only for you,” Kate responds. Her hands rub warmth into my back, her head lilts down just slightly, and her eyes hold a kind of devotion I’ve seen more and more often recently. She kisses me with a kind of love seeping into me I’ve only ever felt with her.
The feel of her soft lips on mine, the reassurance of her hands on my back and in between my shoulder blades, the smell of her body wash and perfume, all signs of my girl that allow me to fully relax into the kiss. We keep swaying until she pulls away, keeping her face close to mine.
She’s smiling ear to ear, her nose brushing mine as she shakes her head. “What?” I ask, laughing and 100% smiling like an idiot too.
Her eyes take over my face, tucking an errant hair bar hind my ear before whispering, “You’re perfect is all.” We kiss again, softer this time, a quiet kind of devotion instead of the soul-searing kiss that filled me earlier.
“You are as sweet as strawberry wine,” the freckled girl in front of me says, “your perfection just sweetens the deal.”
We kissed and danced until Chris Stapleton faded to another older country tune, then another, and another. We stayed there in the middle of a valley road until the glowing sun had set and the bright freckles of the night sky began to show. We stayed there intertwined until a chill ran over my exposed shoulders and I found myself wanting to lean impossibly closer to the sun that was my girlfriend. We stayed there until the only way my nose would stay warm was if I tucked it into her neck, despite her small squeal of protest.
Eventually Kate too felt the chill of the late summer night, and made me get in the truck with the promise of the blanket she always kept in the back seat. We drove home listening to the same country bumpkin playlist, but with a new kind of warmth set deep in my heart that no amount of breeze could take away.
“I love you,” is all I say, turning my head to face the driving blonde. Kate smiles, and stops the car at the green light we’re at, the desolate backroads allowing her to do so. Her large hands immediately grab my cheeks and jaw, kissing me with every ounce of passion, of love, i’m sure she feels for me in the same way I feel for her. She pulls away, but stays within an inch of my lips, “I love you so fucking much,” she says, her eyes showing she means it.
We stay there, in our little bumpkin love bubble, until a horn sounds behind us, reminding us we are in fact stopped at a green light. She just laugh, and turns to drive, keeping her hand in mine.
Keeping her hand in mine, where it feels right, where it needs to be, where we’re always entwined, body and soul.
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rosalie-starfall · 1 year
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Kathryn Janeway
Star Trek: Voyager Star Trek: Nemesis Star Trek: Prodigy
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