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booksandabeer · 1 year

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Hey,

I love your blog and I love how much work you put in when someone ask you to recommend fics for them, you’re truly beyond AMAZING! Just getting that out of the way.

And now, can you please tell me your favourite underrated stucky fics. I know this might be too big of an ask because there are SO MANY out there, so just tell me a few if you don’t mind.

Thank you so much ❤️

Hello Stranger!

Thank you for the ask and your very kind words! ❤ It's so nice to hear that people like my rec posts because they really do take a surprisingly large amount of time to put together. Anyway, I'm not complaining & this is a lot of fun for me, so on to the recs!

I struggled a bit with how to define "underrated" and I think everybody has their own ideas of what exactly that means. Also, the Stucky ship has been around for more than a decade (even longer if you count the comics), so creative output and reader interest will fluctuate and ultimately decline over time. A Stucky fic posted after 2019--no matter how insanely good it is--will never do the numbers it would have done in the Golden Age of 2014-2018. So, for the purpose of this list, a fic written in 2016 with 15K hits or less does qualify as underrated, while a fic posted in 2021 with 10-15K would not.

Also, as always, this list is by no means an exhaustive one.

the wrote and the writ by declanlynchsrack | G, 10K

Author's summary: Bucky’s crying before he’s off the boat and he’s the least surprised out of anyone to realize it.

He’s always been a softie, a leaky faucet, and the war hasn’t changed that, so he doesn’t know why the sob that smacks him startles him bad enough that he grips the strap of his bag doubly hard, ready to swing it around like a battering ram, ready to find that cloying, invisible enemy. He’s not being ambushed, on his belly in the muck and camellias, cypress hanging low, moonlight casting an eerie smile upon Lake Como like it’s enjoying the hell out of muffled gunshots and the wet grunt of lifeblood spattering onto the undergrowth.

That’s done. He’s safe.

An AU in which Bucky--minus one arm--comes back from the war and Steve never got to go, and never became Captain America. A scrappy little story that is at once full of emotion and yet completely unsentimental. This story socked me on the jaw, tackled me to the ground, and then sat on me while twisting, twisting, twisting my arm behind my back. It also has one of my favorite descriptions of the SteveBucky dynamic I've ever read: "They’re all roughed up, the two of em, a pair of old marble statues weathered by time and harsh touches, but they know each other’s chinks and foibles and can side-step them with grace while still treating the other about as delicately as they’d handle a sack of potatoes." !!! If you prefer, you can also listen to it here: [Podfic] the wrote and the writ by quietnight

Hollywoodland by romanticalgirl | E, 69K

Author's summary: In 1930s Hollywood, the world is run on the studio system. Stars are told who to date, what to wear, what to say, and how to look pretty doing it. The only way you can really do what you want is if you don't get caught.

Steve's dating Peggy, which works out because she's married to Sam, even though it's not legal. But it's the perfect cover for the fact that Steve's gay. He's managing just fine skirting the system to find companionship, but then he meets James Barnes and life gets a lot more complicated.

If you know anything about me and my love for Golden Age Hollywood, then you won't be surprised that this pushes all of my buttons. This is loosely inspired by the real life relationship of Cary Grant and Randolph Scott (the exact nature of which we will probably never know, but let's just say it was most likely not strictly platonic). Is the world the author created here entirely realistic? No--and it's not intended to be. While it is indeed rooted in many of the horrible realities that queer people and POC have faced in the past (and are still facing today), it's a slightly kinder version of it that allows for a hopeful, if not a strictly happy ending in the traditional sense. A sumptious story with gorgeous art.

make progress together by frankoceansmoonriver | E, 24K

Author's summary: He feels like Steve’s mistress. He feels hollowed out. He feels like a jammed gun still trying to go off. When he’s not with Steve he convinces himself he’s ruining Steve’s life, and though he tries, he’s too selfish to stop. When he’s with Steve, he’d fight God himself to keep it, this tangible perfection that makes him drunk and anchors him in ways he did not know existed.

Or, the one where they both survived the war, Bucky loves Steve now, has loved Steve since he was fifteen, and the year is 1945.

This is a story that I have reread many, many times because it is the perfect wish fulfillment fic for me. It's the slightly unrealistic, or one could also say: optimistic version of what I imagine would have happened had Steve and Bucky both survived the war. That's not to say that this fic doesn't have its very angsty moments, but ultimately, this is a story about love and hope triumphing in the face of adversity, and sometimes you just want to see good things happen to good people. I know some readers may find the formatting and the non-linear structure challenging, but this is a beautiful story and I really urge you all to give it a try!

I'll Light Your Way Home series by BeaArthurPendragon | M-E, 69K, 5 parts

Author's summary: Two lost Vietnam vets find each other in a Hell's Kitchen gay bar one hot September night. This is how they find their way home.

A pattern emerges! Can you tell I'm really into (No Powers) AUs set in the early to mid 20th century? Well, here's another one, but we're actually moving into second half of the century, specifically to 1969, for this one! Bea is quite possibly my favorite Stucky writer and I have recommended her stories many times to anybody who will listen to me. It's debatable whether or not she actually counts as "underrated", I guess, but it is my personal opinion that her fics should have ten times the kudos/comments/hits they do and that she deserves to be up there with the "big names". This story in particular just completely won over my heart with its gorgeous (but not ostentatious) writing, its confident and mature characterizations, and great eye for historical detail. I *cannot* recommend her fics enough. /unabashed fangirl moment over.

The Northern Lights by ThisChairIsMyHomeNow | M, 21K

Author's summary: “I can’t feel my face,” Steve shivers.

“I can’t feel my left arm,” Bucky says, deadpan. Steve barks out a laugh. It’s all white puffs of vapor in the chilly air.

“This the spot?”

“Nah,” Bucky pants, breath ragged from the long ascent up a mountain. “Almost there.”

A post-CW canon-divergent story that the author jokingly describes in their author's note as "gay superhero reluctantly gets therapy in the jungles of Wakanda, then goes on a covert road trip." And yes, maybe I wouldn't put it quite so flippantly myself, but it's not... untrue. And yet there is so much more depth to it. If you like a Bucky who takes back his life, his identity, and his future on his own terms, a Steve who isn't reduced to being his recovery prop but instead gets to shine in all his glorious, intense, stubborn Steve-ness, and a Sam & a Natasha who aren't just window dressing for the SteveandBucky-Show, this is for you! Cap Quartet Road Trip where all four members get their moment to shine--what are you waiting for?

Misplaced Pencils | T, 13K & and our words would take us 'round the world | T, 13K by Somanywords

Author's summary:

Steve and drawing throughout the years. Also Bucky.

Bucky is two years old when he learns to talk.

I've spent a good 30 minutes debating with myself which one of these two I should include here, and then I just threw up my hands and said "why not both? Both is good!" So here they are, two beautifully written mid-length full-arc (childhood to sometime past TWS, where they diverge from canon) fics that I love both equally. These are standalone stories and are not set in the same universe, but they do read and feel like companion pieces to each other because both stories are told through the lense of Steve and Bucky's respective artistic sensibilities and how they use their art as a framework to make sense of the world. Misplaced Pencils gives you artist Steve who, from a very young age on, has always tried to understand the world by taking it apart into its visual components & falling back on a fixed set of questions that help him to categorize and compartmentalize the people he encounters and the emotions he feels for them (just like he will later do in other areas of his life). Only that there is of course one person who's always refused to fit neatly into just one of his categories. and our worlds... on the other hand, gives you storyteller Bucky who's constantly talking, singing, writing. Who, in the end, can't help himself but narrate even his own fall and who is later delightfully affronted by his own narrative arc in a "if I had been the one in charge, I would've written it better!" way. Both of these stories are very dear to my heart and they deserve a million more hits.

+ Bonus!

Fics that definitely could/should be on this list but that I've recced before:

You are here by dharmashark

A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall by DisraeliGears

Prisoner One by ancientreader

As Time Goes By by Trouble_With_The_Snap

new topography series by brideofquiet

What I'm Looking For series by TessaBennet

Welcome Home, Son series by BeaArthurPendragon

I'm slowly working my way through my rec asks, so please be patient with me! Next up: Road Trip fics!

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Picture it. Sicily, 1933. (Pls tell me you get the reference) It’s Halloween. Alcina and Y/N are invited to a party and there’s a couples costume contest. They were supposed to go as something cute but Y/N is a ditz and changed the costume last minute to a toothbrush and toothpaste. So to get back at Y/N Alcina goes as something hot to torment them all night. Yadda yadda teasing and all that fun stuff then some dude starts to get handsy with Alcina and Y/N loses their shit. I don’t know where else to go with this but you’re creative so I think you can figure it out.

I read this entire prompt in Sophia Petrillo’s voice XD Here’s what I wrote. I went with an old 1930’s Hollywood au in mind. Let’s get into it!

Alcina was uncharacteristically nervous. She would be making an appearance at a celebrity costume contest in Hollywood and it was going to be the first time that she’d be out publicly with Y/N.

She hated the idea that people might say mean things about them, as journalists often did about celebrities and their significant others. Y/N was so sweet. The world didn’t deserve someone as amazing as them. People could say whatever they wanted about “Miss D”, but she wouldn’t tolerate any nastiness directed towards Y/N.

Alcina had picked an alluring costume she was dying to wear. She would be dressing as a glamorous vampire with plenty of jewelry (Haha XD) and Y/N would be wearing something styled after Bela Lugosi’s Dracula.

Tonight was the night and Alcina had everything planned. She would get ready and then help Y/N get their costume on.

Just as Alcina put the final pieces of jewelry on, she heard the door slam and Y/N’s excited voice and footsteps coming up the stairs.

Alcina grinned at their enthusiasm and called out that she was in the bedroom. “In here, Y/N!”

Y/N ran into the room, looking very happy with themself. “Alci! - Wow, you look hot!- You’ll never guess what I found!” They said with a big grin.

Alcina flushed at Y/N’s compliment, but also raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Y/N came up with some truly bizarre things at times. “Yes?” She asked.

“I got us the best couples costume ever!” They say and hold up two garment bags.

“Y/N, we already picked out our costumes.” She said and watched as Y/N hurriedly unzipped the bags.

“Yeah, but this is better, look! I’m gonna be a toothbrush, and you can be the toothpaste!” Y/N said cracking up.

Alcina was not amused at this. “Y/N, we are not going in those silly costumes! I have an image I must maintain as "Miss D”. I can’t let people see me in that.“

Y/N was crushed. "But, it would be so fun!” They say.

Alcina looked at Y/N with sympathy and came over to cup their face. “I’m sorry, draga. Maybe if my career were different we could be a bit more carefree, but this is how it has to be. I even had to get the costume I’m wearing approved by my publicist first. It’s nothing personal.” She said and gave Y/N a kiss.

Y/N nodded sadly. “Okay…” They said.

Alcina smirked. “Now, where’s my happy, Y/N? We’ll have so much fun you won’t even remember those costumes. I promise.”

Y/N couldn’t help the grin that spread across their face. “Yeah! Everyone will see my gorgeous girlfriend! Talk about arm candy! Hehe, get it? Arm candy? Because it’s Halloween?” They said.

Alcina playfully rolled her eyes and glanced at her clock. She realized how late it had gotten and hurriedly started helping Y/N put their costume on.

The two were then picked up by Alcina’s chauffeur and taken to the party.

Paparazzi and cameras littered the outside of the hotel that the party was being hosted in. Elegant movie stars and musicians gracefully walked the red carpet and waved to adoring fans.

Y/N felt a lump form in their throat. They didn’t belong here with all these fancy people.

Alcina could tell Y/N was nervous and reached over to grab their hand. “Everything will be alright, draga. Don’t worry about answering questions from the press. Stick with me and you’ll be fine.” She winked.

Y/N nodded, feeling better knowing that Alcina would be by their side.

The chauffeur opened their door soon enough and Y/N got out to offer their hand to Alcina who accepted it gratefully.

The cameras began flashing like mad again and reporters clamored to get a better look at her.

“Miss D! Miss D! Who are you wearing? And who’s that with you?”

Y/N internally cringed as people tried to get a quote from them.

“Who are you, good lookin’?” A fast-talking woman said to Y/N as she was scribbling in her notepad.

This was so uncomfortable for Y/N.

But, Alcina was as polished as ever and handled the reporters with ease. “This is my date, Y/N. Get a look while you can…” She purred seductively.

The paparazzi ate it up.

The two eventually made it inside where the atmosphere was much calmer.

Alcina grinned at Y/N. “Excellent job, Y/N! You were great.” She praised and kissed their cheek.

Y/N felt like an idiot but at least it was over. They were glad Alcina was pleased.

“I’ll go get us some drinks!” Y/N said happily and made their way to the bar.

Alcina giggled at how cute Y/N was before some Hollywood upper crust started talking to her and flirting rather poorly. Alcina adopted a tight and polite smile, trying to remain relaxed and uphold her persona, but this guy was making her sick.

As Y/N ordered a glass of wine for Alcina and an Old Fashioned for themself, they glanced back and saw what was going on. They recognized the strained look on Alcina’s face as some guy talked to her, even though, to a stranger, she appeared to be completely at ease.

Y/N marched their way over and wrapped their arm around Alcina’s waist possessively. “Alcina, who’s your new friend?” Y/N bit out.

Alcina was so thankful to Y/N for bailing her out. “Oh, this is… I apologize, I don’t even remember your name, sir.” Alcina said dismissively.

The guy clearly had his ego bruised. “The name’s Ethan Winters. My father owns the biggest movie studio in Hollywood.” He said sourly, trying to show off. “Now, if you don’t mind, we were having a conversation, kid.” He said to Y/N and tried to look intimidating.

Y/N tried to take this punk seriously, but ended up laughing loudly at him. “Hmm… That’s funny. Alcina didn’t seem to be enjoying your company so I fixed that.” Y/N said, stepping away from their girlfriend to get up in Ethan’s face.

They had a dangerous edge in their voice that most people would be smart enough not to mess with. “Why don’t you go home to mommy and daddy so they can give you your allowance, trust-fund baby?” Y/N mocked him.

“Why you little-” The guy wound up to punch them, but Y/N was faster and delivered a swift uppercut that knocked him out cold. The music in the room stopped abruptly and people turned to look at what just happened.

“Someone’s got a glass jaw.” Y/N laughed, but Alcina gasped. “Y/N! Are you alright?! Did he hurt you?” She asked and held their face to get a better look.

“Yeah, I’m fine, babe! He didn’t even get one lick in.” Y/N said proudly.

A small crowd gathered and a few sleazy men carried their passed-out friend away.

Y/N got a round of applause from some of the partygoers, who knew about Ethan’s oily personality, to which they blushed.

Alcina smiled and pinched Y/N’s cheek. “My hero, Y/N.” She said and gave them a kiss. “Although, you do realize you’ll probably be on the front page tomorrow, right?” She asked and pointed to a group of photographers feverishly getting pictures of the scene.

Y/N groaned and hid from the photographers in their cape. “We should have just gone trick-or-treating, Alcina.” They said.

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fibula-rasa · 2 years

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Cosplay the Classics: Lucille Ball in the 1940s

The first time I ever saw Lucille Ball not playing Lucy Ricardo was when TCM aired Du Barry Was a Lady (1943) when I was a kid. She floored me in this movie. This woman that had branded herself on my brain via sitcom reruns as an expert comedian and legendary face puller was also this knockout glamour girl?! And it’s not that Lucy is gorgeous, I already knew that, it’s that the film treats her as such. She’s lit like a goddess and that raging technicolor photography was a match made in heaven with her red hair and bright blue eyes. Since then, I’ve had the pleasure of seeing a lot more of her film work pre-I Love Lucy, including one of my all-time favorite movies, Dance, Girl, Dance (1940).

Ball might best be known now for her masterful work in television, as a performer and a producer, but boy her journey to get there was nothing to sniff at. Ball gradually carved out her niche in pictures by the end of 1930s, when she had already been in show business for the better part of a decade. Not fully satisfied with her work in film, Ball did double duty and heavily delved into radio. Between her radio work and her growing roles in pictures, she became the newest “Queen of the Bs.” (“B” referring to B pictures, lower budget films that were typically the second feature in the double features.)

Lucy’s styling progression from the 1930s through the early 1940s

The type Ball most excelled at playing was brassy and headstrong with a penchant for banter that usually relied at least a bit on her comedic timing. The physical comedy we now know Ball excelled at is only present in fits and starts across her filmography of the 30s and 40s. Regardless, she is fantastic at delivering repartee, even when it’s not very well written.

Looking back from this side of decades of I Love Lucy continuously playing on our TVs (at least in the US), I get the feeling that lots of people might be unaware that Ball got her start in entertainment for her looks. (And that her acting and comedy skills came from diligent work!) She started as a fashion model and was a spokesmodel for Max Factor Cosmetics starting in the 1930s. Ball got her break as a Goldwyn Girl because she had the right look and good timing.

Reviewing her filmography to research this cosplay, the time around 1940 stood out as a turning point for her career (and, in turn, her look). Generally speaking in studio-era Hollywood, you knew you had made it when you became the type to cast rather than fitting the type of some other, more established star. And, when you became your own type, that was usually accompanied by a styling shift that emphasized your own features over adjusting your features to emulate another star. To illustrate, here are photos of Lucille Ball, Joan Bennett and Ginger Rogers taken when they were all working at RKO in the 1930s, alongside photos of them in the early 1940s, when they were all on their own paths. Ginger was a rising star for the studio in the 1930s, so hers became a dominant look. (An added note for Lucy’s career at the time, is that she was mentored by Rogers’ mother Lela at RKO.)

Ball, Bennett, and Rogers above in the 1930s and below in the 1940s

This cosplay was roughly based on Ball’s signature styling in the mid-1940s, specifically around the time she made the film Lured (1947). (A movie which I feel could have easily spawned a series.) By this point she was settled into the hair and make-up we typically associate with Lucille Ball. Her eyebrows are a relatively thick, rounded arch and generally the roundness of her eyes is accentuated, instead of trying to elongate them. Her coppery curls are arranged around the center of her forehead with hair swept up at the temples. Her lipstick is applied in a manner that leans into the fullness of her lips while also emphasizing her slightly dubious expression. While I’ll admit a lot of these styling shifts correspond with beauty trend shifts from the 1930s into the 1940s, the execution of the trends are tailored to her unlike the '30s trends, as illustrated above.

By the time Du Barry was released in 1943, Ball’s red hair was already a selling point (though it was dyed much brighter for the sake of the technicolor). Her typical hair and makeup by the time Lured came out in 1947 only changed marginally from then through the 1950s. That is to say, even updating her look with trends like shorter, tighter cuts for women’s hair and stronger contrasting lines for make-up of the 1950s, Ball found the shapes that suited her and she stuck with them. It’s a beauty paradigm that makes her a joy to emulate, even on the closet-cosplay level I operate on!

The references I used to put this cosplay together can be seen below:

I also got a little bored at the prospect of editing these images, so I tried to replicate the photographic look of full-color portraits from 1940s fan magazines. Most notably, this photo of Janet Blair from the September 1943 issue of Modern Screen Magazine:

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AND, if you want to read more about Lured, I wrote about it a few years back for Noirvember!

OR, if you want to read more about Joan Bennett, I cosplayed her a while back!

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morbidology · 1 year

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Born on the 6th of February, 1908, in Port Albot, Wales, Peg Entwistle would come to symbolize everything dark about the chew you up and spit you out Hollywood of the 1930s. Her name and story symbolize the failed dreams of many hopefuls that rushed to Los Angeles in search of stardom.

Entwistle came to the United States with her father following her mother’s death in 1910. Her father was offered a position as a stage manager by Broadway producer, Charles Frohman. Her father tragically passed away in 1922 from injuries sustained in a hit-and-run accident and Entwistle was adopted by her uncle, actor Charles Entwistle. Much like her uncle, Entwistle discovered a love for acting. She studied at Henry Jewett’s Respertory in Boston. While here, her performance as Hedvig in Henrik Ibsen’s “The Wild Duck” was said to have inspired Bette Davis to become an actress.1 After her studies, she was recruited to join the New York Theater Guild where she worked steadily on Broadway.

Despite her success in New York, Entwistle wanted more than to be on stage; she wanted to be on the big screen. Like many before her during the Golden Era, the bright lights of Hollywood lured her in.

She travelled to Hollywood in April of 1932 move into the Hollywood Studio Club, a rooming hotel for women. Later, she moved in with her Uncle Harold at Beachwood Canyon Drive in Hollywood to save money. She got various small parts here and there but she struggled to set herself apart from the plethora of other hopeful actresses and the sea of beautiful faces.

When she finally scored a deal with the prestigious studio, RKO, she was over the moon. It was her big break, she had hoped, but she would soon come to find that she was going to be sadly mistaken....

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞:

https://morbidology.com/the-hollywood-death-of-peg-entwistle/

#history #hollywood #sue entwistle #suicide #depression #mental health

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 month

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Closeted Character Masterlist

A Kiss in the Dream House (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan's not worried about the dreams he's been having. He's got them all figured out. It's simple really and it's definitely not anything that he's kept buried for years, nothing that he's afraid to face.

before it gets better (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: Phil takes a bullet for Dan. Metaphorically.

bigger things (ao3) - graydar

Summary: When Dan moves in with his grandma, he's expected to go to church every Sunday. He doesn't believe in God, but then he meets Phil and finds something better than religion.

colors in the gray (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: In a different world living a different life, Dan works at Starbucks and is about to publish his first novel when Phil (literally) steals his way into Dan's life.

coming home someday (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: He tries not to let his inner panic betray him, since he knows he’s freaking out for all the wrong reasons. Lying to Dan’s coworkers? Doesn’t bother him that much. Pretending to be Dan’s loving, devoted, long-term boyfriend for an entire night? That’s a different story.

Drips Through (ao3) - artbabe

Summary: Dan goes outside to smoke at a party. Phil joins him.

games you don't want to play (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: You try not to pay attention to some of the couples starting to cosy up with each other. You want someone to lay with you in your sleeping bag and look at the stars.

You don’t get that. You don’t get to be normal. You’ve never felt the giddiness of young love, or even of a really intense crush. Those things aren’t for you.

You want something you can’t have. You want a boyfriend.

just a boy (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: My self-indulgent Notting Hill AU. Phil works a quiet job at the BBC but his life changes when he meets famous Hollywood actor Dan Howell.

Some Other Light (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan works the night shift because it's easier to exist in the dark

sometime, stranger (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Karen's thoughts on a little boy she thought she knew

start a reaction that can't be contained (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: He wonders what it would be like to be able to be so casually affectionate. To call Phil 'honey' in public and not care what anyone thinks about it.

(Dan and Phil and AsapSCIENCE, YouTube Creator Summit, Spain 2017.)

The Roles We Play (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: Dan Howell and Phil Lester work together as voice actors for BBC radio dramas in the late 1930s, but slowly begin to develop “inappropriate” feelings for each other.

they don't know (about us) (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Dan and Phil in Jamaica, July 2010.

Time's Tide (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: All men have secrets, and Phil won't let his own be known. But even in 1984's Manchester there is another person that understands.

too far to walk alone (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: “The hazelnut stracciatella,” he says, as always. They might or might not have a bet in the shop about whether he’ll ever vary.

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mcbitchtits · 9 months

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Indiana Jones and the Raiders of His Old Movies

https://slate.com/culture/2023/07/indiana-jones-5-dial-of-destiny-raiders-inspiration.html

Raiders of the Lost Ark raided all of cinema for inspiration. With Dial of Destiny, the franchise steals only from itself.

By Sam Thielman

July 01, 2023

In her now-famous pan of Raiders of the Lost Ark, Pauline Kael excoriated Steven Spielberg and George Lucas for wasting their talents on a film that aspired to be a B movie. “Spielberg—a master showman—can stage a movie cliché so that it has Fred Astaire’s choreographic snap to it,” Kael said. She had his number: The film (and the pair’s three sequels) is a sort of kitchen-sink pastiche, not of a single style of filmmaking but of everything the moviemakers loved from their own childhoods—Carl Barks comics, Citizen Kane, Gunga Din, Lawrence of Arabia, Stagecoach, Lost Horizon (the remake of which it actually raided for footage), and the cheap adventure serials that the two men had seen as children. That struck Kael, who also loved the artistic heights to which movies could aspire, as an unpardonable liberty to take with the audience.

She had the audience wrong, though—at least the part of the audience that was the age of the filmmakers. “The moviemaking team appears to have forgotten the basic thing about cliff-hangers: we had a week to mull over how the hero was going to be saved from the trap he’d got himself into,” she sniffed. Nope: Studios like Republic released serials weekly in the 1930s and ’40s in an effort to keep moviegoers returning regularly, but by the time the Indiana Jones team was soaking up stories of spacemen and lost treasure in the ’50s, those serials had migrated to television. In one story conference, Lucas said he wanted Raiders to have some kind of death-defying moment every 10 to 20 minutes, more or less mimicking the experience of watching several installments of Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon uninterrupted, since that was how they aired on TV in the ’50s. Young people were used to drinking in set piece after set piece, and two technically brilliant filmmakers with enough money to make a feature were happy to crank up the energy way past the tolerance of their elders.

I can personally attest to the queasy pleasures of the serial experience. When I was a kid, my dad, anxious, like all dads, to introduce his offspring to artifacts of his own childhood (which, in his case, was roughly contemporaneous with Spielberg’s), scored an unexpurgated copy of Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe on two VHS cassettes. I loved them. In fact, I found them hard to stop watching even after far too long in front of the television, and at least once I managed to creep downstairs to the VCR on a Saturday morning when most of the house was asleep and binge the entire thing in a single face-melting four-hour sitting. (Feel free to do this yourself if you want.) Raiders is probably my favorite movie, not least because it’s the skeleton key to so many other films that inspired its two colossal auteurs, and perhaps that is why it is so uncomfortable to hear echoes of Kael’s dismissal in my own distaste for Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, allegedly Harrison Ford’s final adventure as the whip-cracking tomb raider.

For the original film, Lucas and Spielberg gleefully pilfered stories of adventure from foreign civilizations, the basic atomic unit of American pop culture during their formative years in the ’50s. Hiram Bingham had “discovered” Machu Picchu in 1911; in 1954 Barks had replaced him with Scrooge McDuck, and Hollywood had made him into a louche jerk named Harry Steele (Charlton Heston) in Secret of the Incas. The Raiders team stole their hero’s wardrobe from Secret—costume designer Deborah Nadoolman said the crew watched the film together several times—and the boulder sequence from Uncle Scrooge. When Indy channels a shaft of sunlight that reveals the location of the movie’s sacred MacGuffin, a scene lifted from Secret of the Incas, he’s dressed in a near-exact copy of T.E. Lawrence’s Bedouin garb in Lawrence of Arabia. It’s a slightly embarrassing quote—not as embarrassing as Shia LaBeouf’s Mutt Williams appearing in costume as Marlon Brando in Kingdom of the Crystal Skull—but perhaps it’s a little charming even so, not unlike catching a kid trying to wear his dad’s suit.

Spielberg and Lucas were also vigilant stewards of popular culture, not just appropriators of it. Star Wars may have looted Akira Kurosawa’s Hidden Fortress, and Indy may be an amalgam of Toshiro Mifune characters, but Lucas paid that debt back in literal dollars, forcing Fox to finance Kurosawa’s Kagemusha as a condition of distributing The Empire Strikes Back. Both he and Spielberg worked to make the Japanese auteur’s final film, Dreams, a reality. A long-overdue restoration of Lawrence of Arabia had stalled out; Spielberg and Martin Scorsese (who plays Vincent van Gogh in Dreams, incidentally) got it rolling again.

But watching Dial of Destiny, it’s hard not to think that Indy’s world was a lot bigger in 1981. We more or less have the Republic serial model back again in the form of the Marvel movies and TV shows, which deploy every few weeks and draw liberally on the chase-scenes-and-quips model perfected in Raiders and strung out enjoyably across Temple of Doom and Last Crusade and even parts of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. During Dial of Destiny, we no longer see references to movies made before Star Wars; instead, the new film, directed and co-written by James Mangold, is an homage to the other Indiana Jones flicks, with Mads Mikkelsen’s baddie at one point jacking his whole outfit from Raiders’ Arnold Toht and, at another, donning René Belloq’s white suit and fedora. John Rhys-Davies reprises not just his role as Indy’s faithful counselor Sallah but the few bars of H.M.S. Pinafore he bellows at the end of the original film. Indy and Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen), on the outs at the beginning of Dial, reenact Raiders’ “Where does it hurt?” scene right before the camera discreetly gives them some privacy as the film ends. And that scene in which a sunbeam reveals the location of the titular relic is back, except this time to nod to Raiders rather than to shine a light on a forgotten Charlton Heston vehicle.

These Easter eggs can be tough to swallow if you really remember Raiders with any admiration. Though he softened over the years, Ford’s Indiana Jones began cinematic life as an almost irredeemable monster; that’s the whole point of Belloq, a dashing fascist fashion plate who tends to saunter off with the treasure Indy bleeds for. “It would take only a nudge to make you like me—to push you out of the light,” Belloq teases. Indy’s love interest, Allen’s indomitable Marion, is proof of Belloq’s observation—Indy took advantage of her when she was “a child,” she says (15, if you do the math). What makes Marion’s get-well kisses so sweet is that they don’t actually come to anything. Indy falls asleep—he’s overmatched, just as he always is, beginning in the very first sequence, when he nearly gets himself squashed by a boulder and loses the treasure into the bargain.

Nerds have debated whether or not Dr. Jones actually accomplishes anything over the course of the film, cosmically speaking—the ark of the covenant turns out to be perfectly capable of defending itself after he fails to do so—but the movie’s most important stakes have to do with the disposition of its hero’s soul, not the wrath of God. Ford is blindingly handsome and as charming as one of Indy’s hated snakes, but can a morally compromised predator become someone genuinely worth loving?

It’s a much more interesting question than anything in Dial of Destiny, which declares itself to be thematically interested in whether history and the people who love it matter anymore. The text of the film answers the question in the affirmative, but everything else about it says “not if we can help it.” In the Disney galaxy of intellectual property, the Indiana Jones franchise is one of the smaller constellations, and its affection for films of a bygone era is its least marketable quirk.

Things have changed, largely because of Lucas and Spielberg. The films they fought to see recognized as great works of art now not merely have become canon but have aged into snootiness; whether or not it inspired the terrific truck chase in Raiders, Stagecoach is generally the purview of film buffs, now a tweedier demographic than the kind of nerd who dreamed up Indiana Jones. Same with Lawrence of Arabia, Lost Horizon, and the rest. Instead, everything looks like a Spielberg movie, even when it’s not. Our world is now filled with Apple products that look like set dressing from Minority Report, and moviemakers like J.J. Abrams have constructed entire visual styles out of E.T. The most popular show on the most popular streaming service is a travesty of Spielberg’s work in every sense of the word. We have more, but we draw on far, far less.

Raiders was conceived as a sumptuous meal of elegantly plated junk food, prepared in the firm belief that it’s actually not as bad for you as its detractors have declared. “In addition to the artistic pleasure given by comic stories and drawings such as Carl Barks’, comic art has something to say about the culture that produces it,” Lucas wrote in his introduction to a collection of the Barks stories that had so inspired him. And so it was, he and Spielberg believed, with children’s television and corny Westerns. The old serials were produced with a large measure of cynicism—some sequences of Flash Gordon are just footage from other films, notably the German mountaineering adventure movie The White Hell of Pitz Palu (starring Leni Riefenstahl!). But Lucas and Spielberg have forcefully and successfully made the case that low-cultural art is hugely valuable artistically and monetarily, and that case wasn’t generally accepted when Flash Gordon was being produced.

Now the companies that generate mass entertainment seem concerned primarily with wresting away the rights of artists and forcing every narrative angle to rebound back into intellectual property that they control directly. Stories must form part of a big collective mosaic of trademarked distinctive likenesses, deepening characters and complicating their stories only when those characters can be repurposed for another iteration. The opening sequence of Dial of Destiny, in which Ford is computer-graphically de-aged back to 1981, reads almost as a threat: “Like this?” it seems to say. “There’s more where it came from.” Imagine if Lucas and Spielberg had to dress up Indy as Lawrence not because they loved the David Lean movie but because Hasbro had a line of Lawrence of Arabia action figures coming out. “Essentially, George Lucas is in the toy business,” Kael wrote. She hadn’t seen anything yet.

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scandalous beauty: mary astor - an analysis

“Sex as something beautiful may soon disappear. Once it was a knife so finely honed the edge was invisible until it was touched and then it cut deep. Now it is so blunt that it merely bruises and leaves ugly marks.” - Mary Astor

Mary Astor may not have been the greatest actress of all time—but her story is the fullest breath of every actress. She lived her archetype as an artist through and through. She was discovered as a teenager in a beauty contest, shimmered in silent films, and survived into the talkies. Her first husband died tragically in a plane crash in 1930, and her second embroiled her in a tabloid custody battle that set the stage for how every star today lives under the media microscope. In 1936, she was at the center of a Hollywood scandal so big, it knocked news of Hitler off the front page. Her vindictive and petty estranged second husband stole her private diaries, called the Purple or Lavender Diary, to use in a bitter custody battle. It was reported that Astor wrote breathless accounts of her many love affairs in its pages. People flooded the courthouse and vendors sold hot dogs and ice cream to the crowds. Astor's diary was the first major Hollywood sex scandal. She faced losing her career, daughter, and reputation, but she wouldn't be shamed. When faced with these challenges, Astor fought back. Her second act in films was her artistic peak; best remembered for her performance as Brigid O'Shaughnessy in 1941′s The Maltese Falcon, she won her Oscar and finally got parts where she could dazzle. And then she prematurely aged out of her glamorous roles and, in countless MGM films, became the mother on film that she could never be in real life. She left Hollywood, returning to her craft in theater and the early years of television before finally discovering writing. She may have been a Taurus, but she was a tempestuous woman who was torn between her work, her family, and her life—a life that no one could say was not fully lived.

Mary Astor, according to astrotheme, was a Taurus sun and Virgo moon. She was born Lucile Vasconcellos Langhanke in Illinois in 1906. Her parents were both teachers; her father was a German immigrant and her mother was an American with Portuguese roots. Lucile's mother, who had always wanted to be an actress, taught drama and elocution. In 1919, Lucile sent a photograph of herself to a beauty contest in Motion Picture Magazine, becoming a semifinalist. The following year, she sent another photograph to the same magazine, this time becoming a finalist and then runner-up in the national contest. Her father then moved the family to New York City, in order for his daughter to act in motion pictures. He managed her affairs from September 1920 to June 1930. A Manhattan photographer saw her photograph and asked the young girl to pose for him. Those photographs were seen by a movie agent and Astor was signed to a six-month contract with Paramount Pictures. Her name was changed to Mary Astor during a conference among film company executives and gossip columnist Louella Parsons. Astor's first screen test was directed by silent film legend Lillian Gish, who was so impressed with her recitation of Shakespeare that she shot a thousand feet of her. Actor John Barrymore saw her photograph in a magazine and wanted her cast in his upcoming movie. On loan-out to Warner Bros., she starred with him in Beau Brummel (1924). The older actor wooed the young actress, but their relationship was severely constrained by Astor's parents' unwillingness to let the couple spend time alone together; Mary was only seventeen and legally underage. It was only after Barrymore convinced her parents that his acting lessons required privacy that the couple managed to be alone at all. Their secret engagement ended largely because of her parents’ interference and Astor's inability to escape their heavy-handed authority. Barrymore became involved with Astor's fellow WAMPAS Baby Star Dolores Costello (Drew Barrymore’s grandmother), whom he later married.

In 1925, Astor's parents bought a Moorish style mansion with an acre of land known as "Moorcrest" in the hills above Hollywood. Her parents not only lived lavishly off of Astor's earnings, but kept her a virtual prisoner inside Moorcrest. Mary was scarred by the oppressive control exerted by her parents. When her relationship with Barrymore ended, she began to stand up to them, even running away from the family home on at least two occasions. The studios finally refused to deal with her grasping father but her full salary was still paid to her parents. They paid Mary a small allowance and used her earnings to maintain a lavish lifestyle for themselves. When Mary eventually cut off their income stream they took her to court, unsuccessfully and caused lasting bitterness. Mary was a very needy person who sought affection from the men in her life. She had numerous affairs and was married four times. Her first husband was Kenneth Hawks, the brother of director, Howard Hawks. The marriage ended tragically in 1930 when he was killed in a plane crash. As the film industry made the transition to talkies, Fox gave her a sound test, which she failed because the studio found her voice to be too deep.

Alone and anxious, she soon succumbed to the bedside manner of Franklyn Thorpe, the doctor who had looked after her after the tragedy. They married in 1931. The couple had a daughter, Marylyn. After their marriage, it became clear that Thorpe also had a trigger temper and a talent for enumerating Mary’s faults. Within two years, she wanted out. But Thorpe had grown fond of the lifestyle to which she had accustomed him. He knew she had had adulterous assignations with men, and if Mary took legal steps toward a divorce, he would accuse her of being an unfit mother. A woman friend suggested she take a holiday in New York—why, she’d write her good friends Bennett Cerf and George S. Kaufman at once. Surely they’d be happy to squire her around. Kaufman was not only the toast of Broadway but a consummate seducer, well known to be in a devoted but open marriage. Mary quickly became his latest conquest, finding him handsome without his glasses, genuinely solicitous about her career, and absolutely sensational in bed. Mary’s happiness in New York contrasted sharply with her wretchedness in Hollywood, chained to second-rate scripts. It was also unbearable to live with a foul-tempered despot after teddy bear George. When Thorpe refused to give Mary a divorce, she and four-year-old Marylyn moved out. Mary went to see an attorney, who advised patience: a custody trial could ruin her career. The finally divorced in 1935. The divorce was bitter and very public.

the purple diary scandal

Earlier, Mary Astor’s husband Franklyn Thorpe had searched for and found the diary he knew Mary kept. In it he read that his sexual performance was lame, his name-dropping and social climbing offensive, and his profligacy with her hard-earned money infuriating. She even ridiculed him for growing a mustache identical to Clark Gable’s. More important, he read that “G,” in New York, was her ideal match. It wasn’t hard to figure out who “G” was—she’d written about going to all the rehearsals and plays of George S. Kaufman. Thorpe made it brutally clear that should Mary try to dissolve the marriage he would use the diary’s salacious passages to destroy her career and take custody of Marylyn. Mary knew her diary contained not only devastating material about her own life but also secrets about others. If it became public, many lives would be ruined, not just hers. Thorpe produced Mary’s diary, which he claimed would show her to be an unfit mother. Thorpe began leaking snippets from the diary to the press, and as the trial approached he even fabricated entries. He said Mary’s confessions included a racy scorecard that listed all the men she had bedded along with numerical ratings of their prowess. The diary allegedly included detailed descriptions of Mary's extramarital affairs including erotic descriptions of encounters with playwright George S. Kaufman. The excerpts praised “G”’s prowess as a lover in such graphic terms that even the tabloids resorted to euphemisms. The most explicit extracts appeared in Time magazine, which quoted Mary’s testimonial to her “thrilling ecstasy” with George, who “fits me perfectly . . . many exquisite moments . . . twenty—count them, diary, twenty . . . we shared our fourth climax at dawn . . . I don’t see how he does it . . . he’s perfect.”

As soon as Mary was seated in the witness-box, she underwent fierce grilling about her “friendship” with the men named in her diary: John Barrymore, the screenwriter George Oppenheimer, Bennett Cerf, Daniel Silberberg (a New York stockbroker), and Kaufman. Mary handled it splendidly, with far more composure than she had a week before. Kaufman, for his part, reluctantly responded to the newshounds and tried to appear blasé. “I am just a friend of Miss Astor like many others in Hollywood,” he said as nonchalantly as he could. “I most certainly am not involved in her difficulties with Dr. Thorpe.” No dice; the linotypists knocked themselves out emblazoning his name across the Saturday papers. “After this trial nobody will remember anything I’ve done,” he moaned to his collaborator and friend Moss Hart, “only that I screwed Mary Astor.” The settlement to determine which parent should have custody of a four-year-old Marylyn was submitted to the judge Knight. Marylyn was awarded to her mother during the school months, and to her father for vacation periods and weekends. Mary maintained that the diary passages were forgeries and the judge eventually ordered the pages to be destroyed. In her two memoirs, Mary became circumspect when writing about her affair with Kaufman, never divulging more than what the public already knew. Kaufman, no surprise, never saw her again after the trial and was touchy about any mention of her name.

With the failure of her fourth marriage her drinking increased and she was off screen for the first half of the 1950s, suffering a long physical and nervous breakdown. In 1951 she attempted suicide, although Mary claimed that an overdose of sleeping tablets had been accidental. She converted to Roman Catholicism and was encouraged by her priest to write about her life as part of her therapy. In 1959, her autobiography, entitled 'My Story: An Autobiography' was published and became a best-seller. It was followed by five novels during the 1960s. Her last screen role was in 'Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte' in 1964 with her old friend Bette Davis, after which she retired from the screen. Mary Astor lived her final years in the Motion Picture Country Home in Woodland Hills, Los Angeles, where she died of respiratory failure on September 25, 1987 at the age of 81.

Next week, I'll focus on James Stewart’s best friend and a famously taciturn Taurus: Henry Fonda.

STATS

birthdate: May 3, 1906

major planets:

Sun: Taurus

Moon: Virgo

Rising: Scorpio

Mercury: Aries

Venus: Gemini

Mars: Gemini

Midheaven: Virgo

Jupiter: Gemini

Saturn: Pisces

Uranus: Capricorn

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: She was a perennial student of life, methodically adding to her skills, talents, security and enjoyment. She charted her future with a clear, rational grasp of what was necessary, and she laid foundations that were index-linked and geared to letting her enjoy the good things of life whilst never shirking her duties at work or at home. Enormously responsible, capable and blessed with lots of earthy charm, she aimed to do the right thing for herself and for loved ones – nothing pleased her more than serving those who depended upon her. One side of her was very fixed and self-assured: she knew herself and her needs and desires well, and she was confident in what she could do. She was also clear about what she did not want to do. Another side of her, however, tended to question and analyze herself, and doubted that she had really got it right. This is the side that tells you that you could always do a little bit better. She was a sticker, a veritable workaholic and persevering perfectionist, dedicated to high standards and sterling service. But she was also quite independent, and preferred to be able to choose when, where and for whom she worked. Ideally, she worked for herself, and she was a jolly hard taskmaster whose work was never done.

Work and service was what she instinctively centered herself around, and yet it can at times weigh her down if she let herself get lost in the sea of details that she tried to master. She was the great pragmatist. At home in the world of the senses, she was able to build up realistic priorities and a good sense of reality by dealing sequentially and logically with the things of this world that she could touch, taste, see and add up. As a result, she was an excellent organizer and could manage many types of responsibilities admirably, from domestic arrangements, gardening, child-rearing and teaching to writing, dancing, painting, singing and running your own theater company. She made it her business to know your medium inside out, and your professional approach inspires confidence in everyone. Essentially she aspired to a life of simplicity, usefulness and rational harmony. She needed to create something concrete and enduring, something that was morally sound, practical and contributes to the wellbeing of others, and something that was ultimately an expression of her own worth. When she was fully engaged in the purpose of her life, however quiet and humble it may have appeared to be, her love of excellence and of pleasure came together to create a warmly humorous, sharp-witted and innately wise personality whom others admired and respected.

She had dark, brooding looks with thick, abundant hair and strongly marked eyebrows that framed the most important feature of her face, her eyes. Overall, she gave the impression of quietly contained power. Her clothes were chosen for their dramatic value. She held a lot of hidden rage and passion within her and took nothing at face value and preferred to work her way to the roots of an issue in search of the underlying meaning and motivation. She was quick-witted, decisive and competitive. She liked to make an impression, and be seen as making an impression. Her enthusiasm for something that interested her was astounding. She could be quite impatient and unrealistic, especially when she faced opposition and obstacles. She was also self-willed and confident. In arguments, she could be quite combative, believing that she was right. She tended to have a hot temper that needed a firm hand. Sometimes she could be a little thoughtless and quarrelsome. She and honesty went hand in hand. She was a mentally restless person, both versatile and broad-minded. She experienced personal growth through analysis and using her intellect, although the collection and communication of facts may be an end within itself. She tended to dabble in many areas of knowledge, building up an extraordinarily varied store of information, rarely specializing in one area.

A rather complex person, she was artistic, creative, intuitive and compassionate. At times, she was her own worst enemy, because she tended to relive past errors over and over again, which gave her a negative outlook on life. She could be hypersensitive and moody, needing quiet and solitude. Although she had a basic fear of subjects she didn’t understand, they fascinated her nevertheless. She looked for a life partner who had similar ideals to her. She belonged to a generation with a rational and logical attitude to life. There was a conflict between tradition and convention, and the experimental and unconventional. As an individual, she had to learn to strike a balance between the erratic and the conventional. As a member of her generation, she had the ability to come up with original ideas which could be of practical value. Members of her generation were emotionally sensitive and extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding their home place. Also, as a member of the Cancer Neptune generation, she felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around her. Astor embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to her.

Love/sex life: She approached sex like a scientist approaches the laboratory. She just couldn’t wait to see what she would learn. Erotic experiences for her were less a means to sensual pleasure than a way of feeding the mind. Sex is very intense realm of experience but, in essence, no different from any other realm of experience. And for this reason she was remarkably free of both shame and restraint with regard to her sexual experiences and it often surprised her that other people approached the subject with such fear and secrecy. Some may have considered her approach cold and clinical but others would have appreciated her openness and indefatigable curiosity. The one element of sexuality that may have scared her just a little is commitment. She had no trouble falling in love, but you she found it very difficult to stay that way. The most important and enduring relationships in her life always had more to do with ideas than with sex. The partner who thought as she did or, better yet, left her free to think the way she wanted would always have been closer to her than the person who just got her aroused. After all, there is no sexual organ more crucial than the mind.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Leo

Lilith: Gemini

Vertex: Cancer

Fortune: Cancer

East Point: Sagittarius

Her North Node in Leo dictated that she needed to downplay her more anarchic and unpredictable aspects and turn her attention to developing her personal authority and allowing herself to show more warmth. Her Lilith in Gemini ensured that she was a wolf, not a sheep, and proud of it. She was perfectly capable of flirting, cajoling, writing and talking her way to the top. Earnest people terrified her because she was scared that their plodding worthiness might dull the wits that she needed to survive. Vertex in Cancer, 8th house reveals that she had a dream for an almost womblike environment that shut out all discordant noise or interference from the outside. There were very deep desires regarding the ideal structure or family and home life. When she did commit herself in a relationship she was really deeply committed and if she felt that her partner was not similarly serious then she struck out at them in defense. Her expectations of others were unrealistic and based on her own feelings of insecurity. She had an internal yearning for an inseparable union with and total commitment from another, come what may. This need was so intense that she may have fantasized all manner of unspeakable actions and reactions if the final dream, once attained, was even threatened. The dark side is that when the reality of her partner didn’t fit this model (and it rarely did totally) she had a difficult time adjusting if faced with a breach of contract of any sort. Once badly hurt there was a tendency to become jaded and guarded in future relationships, thereby passing up the opportunity to explore interactions which might just fulfill out intense needs perfectly.

Her Part of Fortune in Cancer and Part of Spirit in Capricorn dictated that dictated that her destiny brought money into her life. Happiness and good fortune lay within her home and family, which provided emotional and financial security. Her soul’s purpose was to create practical and long-lasting achievements. She felt spiritual connections and saw the spark of the divine when she observed her progress through life and saw it take a form and structure that would outlive her. East Point in Sagittarius dictated that she was more concerned with finding final answers. Her goal seeking was oriented toward questions of meaning, truth, philosophy and religion: Why are we here? Where are we going? What (if anything) does life mean? All these were very personal issues for her. If she decided she had found THE truth, there could be problems. This was the potential missionary combination: “I have the truth, world. It is the only truth. And I am willing to fight to ram it down your throat.” She may have aggressively pursued ultimate values and belief systems. Such people are, in some way, identified with the absolute. This can manifest as: “I should be perfect.” Her idea of perfection may have been defined as having all the right answers to all the right questions; as being witty, charming and fun; as traveling to all the right places, etc. Then, she could decide, “I am perfect; the world only needs to recognize and appreciate me,” or “I should be perfect; I’m not; therefore I am nothing.” Seeking perfection in the form of some higher meaning in life was usually more satisfying to her than trying to play God personally.

elemental dominance:

earth

air

She was a practical, reliable woman and could provide structure and protection. She was oriented toward practical experience and thought in terms of doing rather than thinking, feeling, or imagining. Could be materialistic, unimaginative, and resistant to change. But at her best, she provided the practical resources, analysis, and leadership to make dreams come true. She was communicative, quick and mentally agile, and she liked to stir things up. She was likely a havoc-seeker on some level. She was oriented more toward thinking than feeling. She carried information and the seeds of ideas. Out of balance, she lived in her head and could be insensitive to the feelings of others. But at her best, she helped others form connections in all spheres of their daily lives.

modality dominance:

mutable

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.

house dominants:

7th

10th

4th

Her attitude towards partnerships with other people was emphasized in her life, whether on a personal or on a business level. It also revealed her marriage partner. It indicated how she dealt with other people and how her relationships with others affected her. Also had the propensity to attract enemies, and the effect that they had on her life was an issue. Her ambition in relation to the outside world, the identity she wished to achieve in regard to the community at large, and her career aspirations were all themes that were emphasized throughout her life. All matters outside the home, her public image and reputation were very important to her. Her attitude to people in authority, and how she viewed the outside world, as well as the influence of her mother and her own attitude to her was highlighted. The domestic arena and the home were emphasized in her life. By extension, the influence of the family she was born into, and the parents that raised her, in particular her father, as well as her personal and private life was of paramount importance to her.

planet dominants:

Moon

Saturn

Venus

She was defined by her inner world; by her emotional reactions to situations, how emotions flowed through her, motivating and compelling her—or limiting her and holding her back. She held great capacity to become a part of the whole rather than attempting to master the parts. She wanted to become whatever it is that she sought. She believed in the fact that lessons in life were sometimes harsh, and structure and foundation was a great issue in her life, and she had to be taught through experience what she needed in order to grow. She paid attention to limitations she had and had to learn the rules of the game in this physical reality. She tended to have a practical, prudent outlook. She also likely held rigid beliefs. She was romantic, attractive and valued beauty, had an artistic instinct, and was sociable. She had an easy ability to create close personal relationships, for better or worse, and to form business partnerships.

sign dominants:

Gemini

Virgo

Scorpio

She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that expanded her community. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. She was a discriminating, attractive, thorough, scientific, hygienic, humane, scientific woman and had the highest standards. Her attention to detail was second to none and she had a deeply penetrative and investigative mind. She was an intense, passionate, and strong-willed person. She often imposed her will on others. As a less aware Scorpio dominant, this often manifested in Bryant as cruelty, sadism, and enmity, which had the possibility to make her supremely disliked.

Read more about her under the cut.

Mary Astor was born Lucile Vasconcellos Langhanke, on May 3, 1906 in Quincy, Illinois to a German immigrant father, Otto Ludwig Langhanke, and an American mother from Illinois, Helen Marie Vasconcellos, of Portuguese and Irish ancestry. Her parents were very ambitious for her as they recognized Mary's beauty and knowing if they played their cards right, they could make her famous. They understood that they wanted something better for their daughter than they had, so they made it happen by pushing Mary into various beauty contests. Luck was with Mary and her parents because one contest came to the attention of Hollywood moguls who signed her at the age of 14. Her first movie was a bit part in The Scarecrow (1920). It wasn't much, but it was a start. Throughout 1921-1923 she continued her career with bit or minor roles in a number of motion pictures. In 1924, Mary landed a plum assignment with a role as Lady Margery Alvaney opposite the great John Barrymore in the film Beau Brummel (1924). This launched her career to stardom as it did with a lively affair with Barrymore. However the affair ended before she could star with him again in the classic Don Juan (1926). Mary was, now, the new cinematic darling with each film packing the theaters. By the end of the twenties, the sound revolution had taken a strong hold on the industry and Mary was one of those lucky actresses who made the successful transition to "talkies" because of her voice and strong screen presence. Mary's career took off to greater heights. Films such as Red Dust (1932), Convention City (1933), Man of Iron (1935), and The Prisoner of Zenda (1937), kept her star at the top. In 1938, Mary turned out five feature films which kept her busy and in the spotlight. Afterwards, she churned out films at a lesser rate. In 1941, she won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her role of Sandra Kovac in The Great Lie (1941). That same year she appeared in the celebrated film The Maltese Falcon (1941), but her star soon began to fall. Because of her three divorces, the death of her first husband, Kenneth Hawks who died in a plane crash, alcoholism, a suicide attempt, and a persistent heart condition, Mary got smaller roles in movies. In the whole of the 1950s she appeared in only five productions. Her final fling with the silver screen was as Jewell Mayhew in Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte (1964). Even though this was her final film, she had appeared in a phenomenal 123 motion pictures. Mary lived out her remaining days confined to the Motion Picture Country Home where she died of a heart attack on September 25, 1987 at the age of 81. (x)

#mary astor #taurus #astrology #long ass post #star analyses #scandalous stars #mine

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Mbissine Thérèse Diop (Black Girl)—She’s a Senegalese actress known for starring in Black Girl, one of the first African films to receive international attention/acclaim. So much of the movie relies on her ability to convey her character’s sense of isolation/loneliness, she’s so amazing, I really wish she had acted more. However, she just recently appeared in the film Cuties!

Myrna Loy (The Thin Man, Manhattan Melodrama, Mr Blandings Builds his Dream House)—Started out a slinky silent screen vamp. Became a screwball lead who had a blast drinking, being married to William Powell, solving mysteries, and taking her dog everywhere in the Thin Man Movies. Broke our hearts in The Best Years of Our Lives and played a string of dream wives. Remained hot the entire time. Decades of hotness.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Mbissine Thérèse Diop:

Myrna Loy:

Myrna Loy excelled at playing coy women, so common in screwball comedies in the 40s. She batted her lashes, and shrugged with grace, and made her costars look like foolish heels next to her. She charmed with sneaky elegance, well-placed pouting, and repartee. Besides, she was sultry AF.

While Myrna certainly looked hot in some her earlier vampy exotic bad girl roles, I think shes hottest when her comedic chops got to be displayed. Her dry wit, comedic timing, and subtle facial expressions make her the queen of deadpan snark.

She's just very Mother

So beautiful and popular she was crowned Queen of the Movies in 1936, Myrna Loy was also an amazing actress. She's best remembered for The Thin Man and sequels, where she gets to show off her comedy skills, adding irresistible impish charm to her classic beauty and dancer's figure.

THE SASS

One of the few actresses who managed to successfully transition from silent to talkies, never won an Oscar but was at one time the highest paid woman in Hollywood. Advocated for better roles and pay for Black actors in the 1930s, so passionately anti-Nazi in the 40s she made Hitler's blacklist, spoke out against Joseph McCarthy during the Red Scare, and advocated for fair housing in the 1950s and 1960s, all while being hot as fuck opposite William Powell, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy and a whole galaxy of the Hot Vintage Men Poll all-stars.

Cute as a button with so much RIZZ! She and whatsisname in The Thin Man are relationship goals.

She was literally called the Queen of Hollywood! She is so sassy and funny in the whole Thin Man series. Absolutely hot in those, and who doesn’t love a woman who can laugh? She had the sultriest gaze and that style! Also before she was a star she sat as the model for an iconic statue for a school (representing “Fountain of Education”).

the glamour!! the banter!! the comedy!!

She's got this cute kinda scrunched up face AND shes funny AND shes got a bangin body.

#myrna loy #Mbissine Thérèse Diop #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 3

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Well, it’s Halloween, it’s raining, it feels like I’m starting to have chest congestion shit, and things aren’t exactly great all over. A distraction is welcome.

Okay Ben, you made it seven episodes so far, congratulations. Your prize is The Exorcist.

What if it turns out Ben leapt in the same day Sam was in Coventry?

The only good priests are from Baltimore. Big if true.

Addison, jump scares are to fiction what the dab is to modern society, knock it off.

Okay, this is less The Exorcist and more Clue.

Okay, two minutes in, Ziggy is talking about exorcisms, fuck me up buttercup?

“Water closet”. Okay, so, what, 1930s? That’s where we are?

“Exorcisms aren’t real.” Ben, you’re in the world of Quantum Leap. Ghosts, angels, Bigfoot, aliens, psychics and (according to Sam Beckett) telekinesis are real.

Seriously, that kid’s face scaring makes me think this legitimately is meant to be the world of The Exorcist.

And seven episodes in, we have our first cast of “Someone can see Ben as Ben”.

“The exorcist and the demon fight for the soul of the possessed.” TONIGHT, ON MONDAY NIGHT RAW-

“Okay, what now?” “You got a Bible. Get to Bibling.”

And now the hologram technology’s getting fucky. Tell all sign of real ghost shit.

And Addison is on mute.

JUMPSCARE

Oh no, the demon’s from Supernatural!

I half expected Ian to be hiding under a table.

And the cat people portion of the audience pop the fuck off.

“Sam Beckett believed God was guiding his leaps, and that telekinesis is real. That guy was fucked up.”

“Father? The Doctor’s here.” And then David Tennant enters the room-

Ben legitimately thought he was about to score drugs.

Okay, so there’s the rub: “Look, Mr. Priest, I’m a fucking doctor, let me healthcare the problem away.”

...you’re gonna fucking lobotomize the demon.

“Joan of Arc was only 17 when she lead the French army to victory.” Counterpoint: she probably had some form of seizure, and she was slightly mentally unstable, hence why she “heard” the voice of God. Ball’s in our court.

“The wall paper moved.” Well, given the pattern of the wallpaper, you probably were just tripping.

Okay, is this girl super versed in the Bible, or is the demon playing Dr. Jekyll?

“How is she?” “Possessed?”

Called it, 1930s.

“Look, it’s the Great Depression, here’s tequila. Get crunk, Father.”

Okay, now play Hot Cross Buns.

Ma’am, I’m from 2022, maybe stay away from Hollywood.

...is the plot twist going to be the mom boinked a demon?

“It’s locked!” Okay. Break it down.

And the body count begins!

“Look, Mr. Doctor, I’m from 2022, my medical knowledge outweighs yours.”

“To know is science.” So, if you know anything, you automatically know all the science ever.

“What a scoop! A corpse!”

Ian, stay away from a poker table. You have a shit poker face.

“Look, I think the solution to the ghost shit is Reddit.” “Ian, that is the most hateful thing you have ever said.”

“Never been a gin guy.” “Well, I drank all the tequila. Get fucked.”

“Are you a priest or a constable?” Okay, I’m starting to suspect you, now.

What is this fish eye warble vision

So, the Great Depression is the real antagonist here. The ghosts of bad economics and Hoover’s bullshit.

“I’ll go see her, I’m a doctor-” “Get fucked, bitch boy, it’s Father Priest’s turn.”

Uh oh, the demon’s channeling Donald Duck.

“The demon isn’t real.” Ben, you fucking balls of steel to fucking say that at this point in the fucking episode.

...is the demon now a gorilla?

THE CEILING IS OUT FOR REVENGE!

Okay, Ben screaming bloody murder before cutting to a calm room is literally the same as the Paul Rudd GIF: “OH SHIT! ... I’m fine.”

...why would you waste a fish in this economy?

“Gives new meaning to the term ‘red herring’.” If this were a sitcom, we would be rolling credits.

I love how they are trying to act like this is Scooby Doo shit, when we have seen multiple times that there’s proof that we are dealing with real fucking demons.

Okay, all this spooky shit is getting too much, time for a break.

And now Ben is talking to himself / the audience.

“I think I might have to actually try and perform an exorcism?” And the last horse crosses the finish line.

“Oh, wait, my reflection’s a priest, I can do this. Good talk.”

And the first step to any good exorcism? Gin.

And now we’re legitimately in The Exorcist.

I love to see how they try and explain away the floating girl.

Don’t lick your teeth like that, what the fuck is wrong with you

...is Ben now possessed?

Why is Ben in the White Hot Room

“Where am I?” In a coma. Wake up.

Get the fuck out of here, are you literally telling me this IS fucking Clue?! THEY HAVE BEEN TRIPPING THE FUCK OUT ON POISONED FOOD?!

"How did they kill Aunt Tessa?” With the hammer.

Okay, good, you solved the mystery, wake up now.

Ben, wakey wakey

This is now also fucking Scooby Doo.

“Father? How did it go?” “I am not afraid to kick all of your fucking asses right now.”

Uh oh, cake stab.

“Are you saying Mr. Charles was the killer?” Interesting how you are flip flopping between demons and real killers, ma’am.

Jim Something: Master of All Poison

[Annnnnnd there’s the first Christmas commercial I have seen this year. WAIT UNTIL THE DAY AFTER FUCKING THANKSGIVING, YOU ASSHOLES.]

“The Great Depression was... ...what they are calling this period of time, now.”

...so, are we gonna explain the face scars?

Okay, so, name of the game: Fake the girl’s death, first one to break character is the poisoner.

And now Ben is channeling every fake ghost detecting psychic person.

And now she’s channeling the Undertaker.

“OKAY, I ADMIT IT, I KILLED SOMEONE AND POISONED PEOPLE, BUT THERE’S REAL DEMONS HERE!”

And now all of the dirty laundry is coming out.

And now you made the girl cry. Eat shit.

Daisy has the patience of a saint. If I was Daisy, I would be flipping them all off.

“The exorcist wins.” I wish Ben pumped his fist after saying this...

Let me guess: Janis was piggybacking off of the Imaging Chamber, and that’s why it conked out?

CALLED IT

And Ben’s reward for surviving The Exorcist? Blur - Song 2

Stealing a car to escape military school. Only in America.

Final Thoughts: I hate how I predicted the Clue twist immediately. Other than that, 10/10.

#quantum leap #spoilers #o ye of little faith #the exorcist #supernatural #clue #the great depression #wwe raw #blur

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: San

Genre: Screwball romantic comedy, sliiiight angst

Warnings: Snappy couples, slight brawl, pretend lovers’ quarrel, basically just running away

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, journalist!San, strangers to lovers (kind of), road trip!, Almost like the whole “there was only one bed!”

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: Okay, the third and final chapter came up a lot earlier than expected. I was on a momentum, so I couldn’t be stopped. Happy Birthday San! Yeosang’s story is next!

Masterlist

Runaway society girl Han Miryo goes on a cross-country road trip to get to her aviator fiance from Namhae to Seoul, only to fall in love with the reporter, Choi San, who helped her run away.

It Happened One Night

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 3 - Final

San and Miryo were back on the road the next day, taking the bunch of carrots with them as they resumed their journey. “What a morning, those fields look better under the morning sun,” He said, seeing the farmers already tending to their land.

“Yeah, look at my shoes,” Miryo frowned, looking down while they walked. “This dirt road is certainly hard on leather. Hey, what did you say we were supposed to be doing again?” She asked.

“Hitchhiking,” San replied, observing her.

She sighed. “You’ve given me a good example of the hiking, where does the hitching come in?”

“It’s still a little early, there’s no cars out yet,” He said.

“In that case, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll just sit down over here,” She hobbled toward a large lattice fence, leaning against it.

“Suit yourself.”

“I plan to, but San, what if nobody stops for us?” Miryo asked, taking one shoe off to massage her heel.

San laughed. “They’ll stop. It’s all a matter of knowing how to hail them,” He said.

“And you would be an expert at that, I suppose?”

“I’m going to write a book about it,” San seemed proud of himself. “I’ll call it, ‘The Hitchhiker’s Hail’”

Miryo chuckled. “There’s no end to your accomplishments, huh?”

“Oh you think it’s simple, huh?”

“No, no, not at all.”

“Well it is,” San pointed out, standing closer to the main road, sticking out his hand in a thumbs up motion. “Some people like to do it like this instead, kind of like a half wave and a half point with a thumb drooping across the palm,” He did the motion. “It’s all wrong. Too definite. They never get any place.”

Miryo took one of the carrots from the bunch they had to eat. “Oh, the poor thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, but the old thumb never fails. Example number one, elbow close to the side, thumb rigid and parallel to the right shoulder. Then a short jerky movement, just the hand and the wrist,” San did the motion. “It shows independence, like you don’t care whether they stop or not, like you have money in your pocket, see?”

“Clever,” She said.

“Yeah, and example number two, it’s a little wider movement from the elbow – the thumb describing a graceful arc from the shoulder to the waistline. A smile goes with it,” San smiled, his eyes crinkling into half-moons. “That, means, you got a brand new story about the–”

She nodded, munching on another carrot. “And you figured it out by yourself, huh?”

“Well, that’s nothing,” San shrugged. “Number three’s a kicker, though. That’s the pitiful one, you know. When you’re broke and hungry and everything looks bleak.”

Miryo stifled a laugh when she saw how he did it. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, yeah. Shoulders saggy, mouth down, chin drooping. It’s a long sweeping movement of the whole arm,” San did the motion. “You need to follow through, though.”

“Amazing,” She looked amused.

“Yeah, but it’s no good if you don’t have a long face to go with it.” San stood up straight when he saw a car coming from a distance. Miryo sat up, hearing the car already approaching. “Okay, now watch me, I’m going to use example number one! Keep your eye on the thumb,” He said, doing the motion he did earlier, only for the car to pass by them.

San glanced at her as he kept the motion when he saw another car coming. The car passed by them again. “I still have my eye on your thumb,” She pointed out.

“Something must have gone wrong,” San muttered. “Oh well, I’m going to try example number two,” He did the second motion this time. The car passed again.

“Maybe he doesn’t appreciate genius,” She said, watching a fourth and fifth car pass them by.

“I’ll try example number three!”

“When you get to 100, wake me up, will you?” Miryo teased, seeing San’s expression turn into that of annoyance as another car passed them by.

San sighed, approaching her and taking a carrot to eat. “Maybe I won’t write that book after all.”

Miryo laughed. “Okay, do you mind if I give it a try?”

He stared at her and broke into laughter. “You? Give this a try?”

Miryo gave him a look. “Look at you, such a smart aleck,” She approached the curb upon seeing another car coming. “I’ll stop this car, and I won’t use my thumb to do it!”

“What are you going to do?”

“This,” Miryo watched the car coming closer. As soon as the car was coming into view more clearly, she lifted up her skirt slightly, showing a little bit of her leg.

The car skidded to a halt, the driver looking in awe at her. “Hey pretty lady, you going my way?” He asked.

Miryo turned to San, looking victorious while the male looked stunned. “Why yes, sir, I am. Thank you very much!” She said to the driver.

“My name is Daeyong, Hong Daeyoung, at your service,” He grinned.

“That’s very sweet of you, Mr. Hong,” Miryo smiled. “I-would you mind if I bring this gentleman along with me?” She gestured to San.

Daeyoung looked over at the male who was approaching them with his suitcase. He turned to her. “Him?” He asked and she nodded. “Well, I don’t really like his looks much.”

“That’s alright, he-he’s my cousin. He can’t help looking like that. He used to be a newspaper man,” She said with a grin.

Daeyoung studied San’s expression, then Miryo’s. “Well, alright then, get in. Both of you are better off at the back, I’ve got a lot of stuff here in front,” He said.

“Thanks,” San muttered, letting Miryo get in the car first.”

Daeyoung began to drive, and Miryo and San shifted a little in their seats. “As I was saying, it’s a system of my own,” She said proudly.

“Oh yeah?” San bit off a large portion of the last carrot he was holding.

“Yeah, I think I’ll write a book too, let’s see – called, ‘The Feminine Touch’ or ‘Go Thither with a Come Hither’” She giggled.

“Oh shut up,” He said, making her laugh.

Daeyoung dropped them off at an autocamp once they arrived in Daejeon. Throughout the ride, Miryo kept thinking about what they’ve been through, having spent the past few days together, crossing streams, lying down on hay ricks, sharing a cabin even if they’ve never met before.

She watched San talk to the autocamp owner who immediately gave them the keys to their cabin and showed them the way. It occurred to her that, even as they constantly bickered the entire time they were together, San stuck his neck out to help her. It occurred to her how kind he really was.

“Well, we’re here,” San stepped inside, Miryo following suit. She handed him the extra blanket on the corner table while he removed one end of the clothesline. “If I build the walls of Jericho again, I can qualify as an engineer,” He muttered, fixing up the divider between the two beds.

Miryo sighed and went to the other bed. “I’m glad I can lie down for a change.”

“Yeah, me too,” San opened his suitcase once he was done, handing Miryo his pair of pajamas that she wore the other night. “Well, we’re on our last lap. Tomorrow morning, if everything goes well, you’ll be back in the arms of your fiance – the dope.”

Right, Seonghwa, she thought. Miryo looked at the faint outline of the male from the divider. “You’ll have a good story, won’t you?” She said.

“Yeah, I will,” San replied, stopping as he looked over at the blanket dividing them.

“Thanks,” Miryo sighed, standing up to change into the pajamas.

“You certainly outsmarted your cousin, even your father. I guess you ought to be happy,” San said, changing into his other pair of pajamas.

Miryo looked over at him again. “...Am I going to see you in Seoul?” she asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

San put his suitcase away once he was changed, folding his clothes into the corner. “I don’t make it a policy to run around with married women.”

“But there’s no harm in you coming to see us.”

“Not interested,” San slipped into his bed, closing his eyes at how comfortable the mattress and the sheets were.

“But won’t I ever see you again?”

“What do you want to see me for? I’ve served my purpose by that time. I brought you back to Park Seonghwa, didn’t I? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” San questioned. Deep down, he had been thinking about it.

Miryo frowned at the thought as she lay down. A momentary silence ensued between the two of them. “...San?” She called out softly. “San, have you…ever been in love?”

The question made him open his eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah,” She said, turning on her side to face the partition. “Have you…ever thought about it at all? It seems to be that you could make some woman very happy.”

San looked over. “Sure. I’ve thought about it. Who hasn’t? If I could ever meet the right sort of girl – Yeah, but where are you going to find her? Somebody that’s real. Somebody that’s alive. They don’t come that way anymore,” He said quietly. “You know, I saw an island in the Pacific once, I’ve never been able to forget it. That’s where I’d like to take her. She’d have to be the kind of girl who’d jump in the water with me and love it as much as I did,”

Miryo could feel her heart flutter the more she listened.

“You know, nights when you and the moon and the water all become one,” San continued. “And you feel you’re a part of something big and wonderful. Those are the only places to live. Where the stars are so close over your head you feel like you could reach up and touch them. I’ve been thinking about it, yeah. If I could only find the girl who liked those things too.”

Miryo got up. She lifted the partition to approach his bed. “San, take me with you. Please? Take me to that island, I want to do all those things you talked about,” She said, taking his hand, her eyes welling with tears.

“You?” He stared at her. “You’re crazy.”

She shook her head profusely. “I’m not being crazy, it’s not me being tired either. I love you, Choi San. Nothing else matters, we can run away,” She lay her head on his hand. “Everything will take care of itself. Please, San. I can’t let you out of my life now. I couldn’t live without you.”

San didn’t know what to say to the sudden confession. “I-I think you better go to bed, hmm?” He said gently.

Miryo’s expression fell, and she let go of him. “Oh, oh, I’m sorry,” She said, moving back past the partition and into her bed.

“Miryo?...Did you mean what you said?”

“Good night, Mr. Choi,” She wiped her eyes and turned her back.

“Miryo, did you really mean what you said? About the island?” The words were soon coming to him as he wrapped his head around what she said. Han Miryo, the heiress, was in love with a guy like him.

“No, of course not. You think I’m crazy.”

San looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I guess I did. Just for a minute.”

Miryo woke up to the sounds of a rooster crowing the next morning, fully realizing what she did the night before. She threw herself onto San. What did this mean? She didn’t love Seonghwa anymore?

As she sat up, she realized how quiet it was. San was probably deep asleep, or had already gotten up to get food to make breakfast. Miryo got out of bed, eyes widening when she saw that no one was on the other bed.

“San? San? San!” Miryo called out, pacing around in the cabin in case he would come in.

The door opened, and she saw the autocamp owner come in. “Good morning, Mrs. Choi,” He said with a slight bow.

“Good morning, did you uh- see Mister – have you seen my husband?” She asked.

“Husband? Why, he’s gone,” They said.

“...Gone?”

“Yes, Mrs. Choi. He left an hour ago,” They nodded.

Miryo looked around. She saw that even his suitcase was gone. “Did he say where?”

“No, not really,” The owner shook their head. “But I heard him calling long distance. He spoke to a Mr. Song Mingi at the Seoul Daily Globe office. He said he had a great story and was going to Seoul to see him.”

She looked down, feeling her heart sink. “I see. Then, may I use your telephone?” She took a deep breath to compose herself.

“I don’t think your husband would be there yet, Mrs. Choi.”

Miryo wiped the tears that were falling down her face. “Stop calling me Mrs. Choi! I’m not Mrs. Choi, I’ll never be Mrs. Choi! My name is Miryo, Han Miryo!”

The owner nodded meekly. “Yes, madam, yes madam,” He sputtered.

She spotted the telephone near the dining table and picked up the receiver to dial. The owner immediately left, closing the door behind him in a rush. Miryo kept wiping the tears that were falling down her face. “Hello? I want to call Seoul, please…Yes, I want to speak to Mr. Park Seonghwa…Yes, Park Seonghwa!”

One week passed since the day San left her in the autocamp in Daejeon. The arrangements were ready for the wedding and all that was left to do was to start the ceremony. The guests were slowly arriving that morning at Miryo’s home. Aside from calling Seonghwa, Miryo had also called Hongjoong, who quickly picked her up later that day.

Miryo was looking at her reflection in the mirror. After today, she would be known as the wife of aviator Park Seonghwa. That was what she originally planned, but knowing that she loved San yet he didn’t seem to feel the same way, it seemed like the only plan.

There was a knock on the door and Hongjoong peeked in. “Miryo?” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course you can, come in,” She said, her expression crestfallen.

Hongjoong stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “I knocked a few times earlier,” He said.

“Sorry, I must have been daydreaming again,” She said.

“Yes, well, everything’s set for the wedding. Park Seonghwa’s going to pull a stunt that would have the guests talking,” He said, sitting down on the lounge chair next to her.

“Stunt?”

“Yes, he’ll land on the lawn in his autogyro.”

“Oh,” She nodded. “I heard about that.”

“Mhmm,” Hongjoong wrinkled his nose. “Honestly, I think it’s silly. You look lovely, I bet your father would’ve said the same,” He said with a small smile on his face. “...Miryo? What’s wrong?”

She blinked a few times to snap herself out of it at the mention of her name. “Mm? The gown? It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“What’s wrong?” A look of concern played across his face.

“Nothing.”

“You…haven’t changed your mind about Park Seonghwa, have you?”

“No.”

Hongjoong tilted his head toward her. “Because if you have, I’m just saying, it’s not too late. You know how your father felt about him, you know how I felt about him, but you almost gave me a heart attack when I couldn’t find you and I’m not ready to die yet,” He chuckled.

“Sorry. I know you’ve been just as protective of me like he was, you’re like the brother I never had, really,�� She said. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” She sniffled, until she buried her face in her hands, quietly sobbing.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, handing her his handkerchief.

“Hongjoong…” She sniffled, sobbing again.

Hongjoong figured out what it meant. “I thought so. I knew there was something, or someone else on your mind. You haven’t fallen in love with someone else, have you? I’ve never seen you cry this much. Where did you meet him?”

“On the road,” She wiped her eyes carefully, some of her mascara already smudging.

“...Don’t tell me you fell in love with the bus driver, have you?”

She shook her head. “I-I don’t know very much about him, except that- I love him,” She sniffled.

“Well if it’s as serious as you say it is, we’ll move mountains-” He said, only to make her cry more.

“It’s no use. He hates me,” She said.

“I’m sure he doesn’t,” He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back.

“Yes he does. He hates me. He thinks I’m spoiled and selfish and pampered and thoroughly insincere,” She was crying on his shoulder.

“That’s- that’s ridiculous!” Hongjoong looked incredulous.

“He doesn’t like my father much either,” Miryo sobbed. “He blames him for everything that’s wrong with me. He said my father raised me stupidly…He’s so wonderful!”

Hongjoong nodded in understanding. “Well, what are we going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” She sniffled, wiping her eyes and face.

“I think I’d want to talk to him, for you, I mean,” He said.

“No, Joongie. I don’t think it would do any good. I practically threw myself at him.”

“Seeing as it’s like this, don’t you think we should call off the wedding?” Hongjoong asked, looking a little hopeful.

She shook her head, blowing her nose. “I’ll go through with it. What difference does it make? I’ll never see San again.”

“San? Is that his name?”

“Yes, San is his name.”

“Choi San?”

Miryo stared at him. “Yes, do you know him?”

“Not exactly,” Hongjoong replied.

“...You haven’t heard from him, have you?” She asked.

Hongjoong reached into his jacket pocket and took out an envelope. “This came this morning, addressed to me.”

“From San?”

“Yeah, you can read it,” Hongjoong handed her the folded piece of paper from the envelope.

Miryo eagerly unfolded the letter, only to be disappointed with what she read. “Dear Mr. Kim, as your cousin has probably forgotten to tell you, there’s a little financial matter connected with her safe return to you that I would appreciate your settling with me at your earliest convenience. Yours truly, Choi San,” She read, nearly crumpling the paper once she was done. “I guess that was his only interest in me, wasn’t it? The reward. 10 million won.”

Hongjoong looked apologetic. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to see him?”

“Yeah, I actually sent word to him this afternoon. I think he’ll show up soon,” He said.

Miryo scoffed. “Of course he will. Well, pay him off then. He’s entitled to it. He did an excellent job. He kept me entertained, it’s worth every won he gets,” She said, almost bitterly.

Hongjoong sat behind the desk in the study. He figured it would be more casual that way when he would receive San. It would be his chance to figure out if he felt something for Miryo, and any other guy, rich or poor, as long as it wasn’t Seonghwa, would be good for her. At least he thought so. “Come in,” He called out, and San appeared, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Find yourself a chair and sit down.”

“Thanks,” San settled down on the chair in front of the desk.

“I was surprised to get your letter. My cousin hasn’t told me anything about you, about you helping her, that is,” He said.

“That’s typical of your cousin, she takes a lot of things for granted, and you’ve got the problem of putting up with her,” San pointed out.

“I’ve talked about it with her since I heard from you and she thinks you’re entitled to anything you can get.”

“Oh, she does now, huh?” San questioned. “Isn’t that sweet of her. I’ve got it all itemized,” He took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Hongjoong looked at the piece of paper, his eyes widening when he saw the amount. “Cash outlay, 8,600 won. Top coat, 15,000 won. Suitcase, 7,500 won. Hat, 4,000 won. Three shirts, 4,500 won, all the above items had to be sold for food and shelter. It comes down to 39,600 won,” He read out.

“I sold some shorts and socks too and I’m putting that in-”

He nodded. “I know, but-”

“What’s the problem? Isn’t it cheap enough for the likes of you? A trip like that would cost you a million, maybe more,” San shot at him.

Hongjoong nodded. “Okay, so let me get this straight. You want 39,600 won in addition to the 10 million won?” He asked.

San gave him a look. “What 10 million won?”

“The reward for finding her. 10 million won,” He said.

“Who said anything about the reward? All I want is 39,600! If you give me a check for it now, I’ll get out of here, this place gives me the shivers,” San sat back.

Hongjoong observed him. “You’re a peculiar guy, aren’t you?”

“That’s a story for another time.”

“The average guy would go after the reward, you just seem to be-”

San leaned on the desk. “Listen, did anyone make a sucker out of you? This is a matter of principle. Something folks like you probably wouldn’t understand. But when anyone takes me for a ride, I don’t like the idea of having to pay for the privilege.”

“Were you…taken for a ride?” Hongjoong asked carefully.

“With all the trimmings.”

“My cousin seems to think that she was on that ride with you. She thinks you walked out on her,” Hongjoong said, observing his reaction.

“Your cousin can think anything she wants. I went to Seoul to raise a little money for your cousin, so- so that she could go out on that tropical island, and what do I get?” San admitted. He could feel his heart jump out of his chest.

“What tropical island?”

San got up, feeling frustrated. “None of your busin- Well, when I got back to her, she was gone. Skipped, and that’s great, isn’t it?”

“Okay, okay, wait a minute-”

“Now, what about my money? Do I get it or don’t I?”

“You will, you will,” Hongjoong opened the desk drawer for the check book. “I’d like to ask you one question though,” He wrote down the amount. “Do you love my cousin?”

“Any guy that would fall in love with her should have his head examined!”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you love her or not?” Hongjoong’s voice was raised.

“A normal human being couldn’t live under the same roof as her without going insane! She’s my idea of nothing!”

“I asked you a simple question! Do you love her?!”

“Yes!” San yelled as he took the check from him. “...But don’t hold that against me, I’m a little crazy myself!” and he let himself out, Hongjoong looking stunned.

Hongjoong met with Miryo at the entrance as the ceremony began. Miryo had asked him to walk her down the aisle. The music shifted to the wedding march and the guests stood up to watch them. “You know, Miryo, you’re a sucker to go through this,” He muttered under his breath, the two of them smiling at the guests as they slowly made their way down the long aisle. “That Choi San guy is okay.”

“Please, Hongjoong,” She sighed.

“He is,” He said. “He didn’t want the reward. All he asked for was 39,600 won that he spent on you.”

Miryo’s expression fell, and she glanced at him. “What?”

“Yeah, that’s all he wanted. He loves you too, Miryo,” He said.

“But-” Miryo felt her heart pound. “How did you know?”

“He told me so. He actually yelled it.”

Miryo sighed. She could see Seonghwa eagerly looking on at the end. “What do I do now? It’s too late.”

“Is it? I know you don’t want to be married to a guy like Park Seonghwa. I can buy him off easy. And you can make your father happy. Choi San is a good guy,” Hongjoong nudged her.

Her eyes were welling with tears. “Please, Hongjoong, please don’t.”

“Well, if you change your mind, your driver’s waiting at the back gate. What do you say?” They were approaching the end. “You’ve got a few seconds left, hmm? Like when we were kids?”

Miryo gripped his arm. “Joongie,” She sighed.

“What do you say? Is it San? Or is this aviator?” Hongjoong smiled.

“It’s San, it’s definitely San,” She exhaled.

Hongjoong quietly cheered and kissed her cheek. “Goodbye, Miryo.”

“Goodbye, Joongie” Miryo smiled, letting go of his arm and immediately breaking into a run past the altar and down the lawn.

“Run, Miryo, run! Go, Miryo, go!” Hongjoong cheered. “They’ll never catch you! Go! Go!”

Miryo smiled to herself, hurriedly getting into the car and seeing San on the seat next to her. “San!” She chuckled, and he wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to kiss her deeply.

“City hall, my good man!” San told the driver as he pulled away. “We’re making this final, Mr. and Mrs. Choi.”

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Where are the original little rascals now

Actor Travis William Tedford was born Augin Garland, Texas. Spanky is the oh-so-cute leader of the gang. But while they’re carrying out this mission against their friends, local bully Butch ( Sam Saletta) and his sidekick, Woim ( Blake Jeremy Collins), steal the car they were going to enter into the rally. But things go south when they find out that Alfalfa has feelings for one of their schoolmates, Darla ( Brittany Ashton Holmes), and decide that they have to break the happy couple up. With a soapbox car rally coming up, they turn to one of their members, Alfalfa ( Bug Hall), to represent them. Its plot inspired by those original shorts, the film features youngsters Spanky ( Travis Tedford) and Buckwheat ( Ross Elliot Bagley) serving as leaders of the He-Man Woman Haters Club. The 1990s certainly had their share of great classic kids movies, including Home Alone, The Big Green and The Sandlot, but we’d be lying if we didn’t admit that The Little Rascals holds a special place in our hearts. In this case we’re talking about the former the movie that, for many, served as the introduction to characters like Spanky, Alfalfa, Buckwheat, Darla and the rest of the gang - and which is celebrating its 25th anniversary. Carl Alfalfa Switzerland.Depending on your age, when you hear the name The Little Rascals, you’re either thinking of the 1994 film or the classic black and white shorts from the ’30s and ’40s. Switzer married in 1954 and had a son before divorcing in 1957. Did Darla Hood have children? Darla Jo's daughter Brett Son How old is alfalfa in Little Rascals? He later became a dog breeder and hunting guide. A jury then decided that the incident was a justified murder. A fight ensues in which Stiltz shoots Switzer. Who killed Carl Switzer? JanuSwitzer and a friend from Mission Hills visited Moses Bud Stiltz to collect the debts Switzer thought he owed. Robert Blake, perhaps best known for starring in the television series Baretta, Sidney Kibrick, Jerry Tucker, Mildred Kornman and Leonard Landy, is believed to be the last living member of the gang. Are there still little rascals alive in 2019? After Moore and Darling's deaths, only five courses should remain. Roach played 79 of Our Gang's 80 shorts to create the television series The Little Rascals. How many rascals can you name? While alfalfa, spanky, buckwheat and Dorothy became the most recognizable faces, it wasn't until the second decade that they joined our gang.

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You may also remember Brittany from Baby Guess commercials in the 90s. J(age 47) North Hollywood, California, United StatesĪnd how old is Darla from Little Rascals now?Despite being only 5 years old, Brittany Ashton Holmes offered a brilliant interpretation of the pretty Darla, the subject of Alfalfa's love interest. Original Darla Little Rascals How old is Darla from Little Rascals?Darla Hoodĭarla Jean Hood NovemLeedey, Oklahoma, United States

#Where are the original little rascals now

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The Gold point of Hollywood

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dozydawn · 3 years

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Patricia Hartmann for Yves Saint Laurent RTW FW 1993

#she’s got such a 1930s hollywood face #pool arnal #patricia hartmann #yves saint laurent #ysl #fashion #runway #ready to wear #1993 #1990s #90s #mine

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Klaroline Fan Club Rec List : Klaroline Through the Decades

Time is a social construct. It doesn’t matter if it’s been a day, a year, or a century... Klaroline is timeless. Klaroline Fan Club has compiled some of our favorite fics of KC through the decades:

🎫 in this wild city, you had to fight by @laufire // @laufire-writes

1916. After Klaus fails to bring Marcel back from the war, Rebekah convinces him to go to a play, in search of a nice distraction. It works, when an actress captures his attention.

Fan Club : Laufire paints a world which has you itching to visit 1916 to watch vampire!Klaus become completely intrigued by human!Caroline. What is equally as compelling is the mystery behind Caroline’s bouts of memory loss. Be mindful of the Author’s Notes at the top and bottom before reading!

🕵🏼‍♀️ what we did was wrong, you got what you need by @theviolonist

[Peaky Blinders AU] 'You,' he says, pleading, daring her to deny it, his voice slipping on the edge of his knife—but his back straightens, bone sharp, teeth a hard relief behind his lip, and now he's all accusation, 'you, you, you.'

Fan Club : The beautiful, descriptive prose of this fic lures you into an alternate universe where Klaus is a mob boss and Caroline a spy sent to take him down. You don’t need to be a fan of the show to enjoy the fic, but if you are, you’ll appreciate how theviolinist seamlessly weaves our favorite couple into the Peaky Blinders period. As with all of their works, it is pure poetry how theviolinist writes.

⏰ if i never see your face again by a pretty little liar

She watches in amazement as Stefan shows Klaus the metaphorical ropes, and she's sure of one thing: time travel isn't nearly as cool as Hollywood would have you believe. /Caroline in 1920s Chicago with Klaus, Ripper-Stefan, and Rebekah.

Fan Club : A pretty little liar’s take on our favorite bubbly blonde is sunshine. Literally and figuratively. Caroline’s fake last name after she is sent back to the 1920s is Sunshine! In every fic written by this author, you will find yourself wanting to be best friends with Caroline, and you will be so entertained by her fast-paced, snappy inner thoughts. Join us in the reviews to beg for more!

👻 chronicle by @supernutellastuff

The ghost of Mikaelson Manor still haunts its corridors.

1930s AU. Following the sudden demise of Mikael, Caroline Forbes is hired to write about the Mikaelson family history. Initially drawn to the mystery of his death, Caroline realises her mind seems to be dwelling less on the task at hand and more on the enigma that is Klaus Mikaelson.

Fan Club : A gripping, unique 1930s story told both in narrative and in epistolary format. You will get chills as you read Caroline trying to uncover the truth behind the death of Mikael as a suspicious Klaus lingers from afar.

📽 the french quarter by @hotbloodedhunter

“I couldn't care less that he is a Mikaelson or even if he were Brando himself,” She snapped at Stefan over the savory meal, ignoring the grumbling in her stomach because her wrath must be fed first. “He is an insufferable egomaniac and I will be unable to read one line before throttling him,”

Fan Club : MaddestMaid3n effortlessly builds our favorite couple into a complex world where money and influence reign supreme. Before Klaus and Caroline are even introduced in this fic, the push and pull of their chemistry shines through their characterization. Meet y’all in the comments to beg for a second installment of this fic.

🎞 golden age by @lynyrdwrites

Klaroline as actors in the 40s/50s.

Fan Club : The world needs more AU’s where Klaus and Caroline are co-stars who can’t stand each other. LynyrdLionheart captures the essence of 1950s Hollywood in this drabble of misunderstandings and first impressions gone wrong.

☮ psychedelic kicks by @klarolineagainnaturally

1969. The Summer of Love. Klaus Mikaelson has flown across the pond to attend the prestigious Harvard Law School. "Coincidentally", his brother Elijah could not find him an apartment in time, leaving him to stay with a group of Americans. Among those Americans is the perky, yet demanding, Caroline Forbes. A hippie dippie love story with life-changing events.

Fan Club : An immersive late 60s early 70s AU/AH fic. Come for KC, stay for the ensemble cast and the well-developed relationships both romantic and otherwise.

🏝 with metal on our tongue, and silver in our lungs by @viictoireweasley

when the originals move to an island where the weather changes faster than you can say hello and the locals read way too much das kapital, the last thing they are expecting is the daughter of their neighborhood vampire hunter fancying herself a nancy drew.

Fan Club : Set in 1972, melancholicmermaid’s story flows between Klaus’s sharp inner dialogue and the precarious circumstances under which he and Caroline meet. The writing is clever, playful, and charming. Add in a bit of a violent edge, and it's the KC you know and love––in a setting you’ve never read before.

🎸 rockstar au by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

80s Rockstar AU

Fan Club : Who doesn’t love a bodyguard AU? 1980s fics are hard to find, but this sweet ficlet will have you begging sunnydaisy for more pop star!Caroline and bodyguard!Klaus in any decade.

📫 delivered by @honestgrins

BarbieBlonde owns a small bakery, and OriginalHybrid is bringing the big, bad coffee chain to her neighborhood. After a year of chatting via screen name, however, Caroline and Klaus don't realize their secret pen pal is actually their bitter rival. (You've Got Mail AU)

Fan Club : Honestgrins approached a classic 90s film, filled it with even more heart, and made it Klaroline. This story takes enemies to lovers and makes it wholesome yet addictive. A must read!

A Note from Klaroline Fan Club

We appreciate the support for our previous rec lists! Rather than add fic recs to our curated list, we encourage you to submit your recs to our Ask Box, and we will try our best to include them in future lists.

Next month’s theme will be Coffee Shop AU’s, so please submit your recs as soon as possible!

We hope you enjoy reading these fics! Please support these writers with your comments, reviews, and kudos!

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