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mrs-sharp · 3 months
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I miss him.
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pr-olvdr · 7 months
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alan rickman 💫
it's crazy what you can do with a marker and an insatiable love for a now deceased british film star
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smilingformoney · 8 months
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Alan Rickman filmography >> Snow Cake (dir. Marc Evans, 2006) as Alex Hughes
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vulnus-sanare · 4 months
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I might be influenced by my obsession, but I am watching Snow Cake (2006) and two dialogue moments in that movie just screamed SNAPE at me.
First moment: Alex is sitting in a gas station's cafe, and a girl approaches (Vivienne) and sits in his booth. To make my point, I will replace Alex's name with Severus'. BECAUSE IT FITS.
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Vivienne: What are you reading?
Annoyed, he looks at her briefly and shows her the cover.
Severus: "Wipe the slate, light the candle." Vivienne: Is that a novel? Severus: It's fiction. Vivienne: I've been thinking of writing one of those. [...] I have the best title: "The Bleeding Child Within". What do you think? Severus: It's very good.
He replies looking at her again, and returns to his book.
Vivienne: I don't know what a particular area of human pain or misery I'm going to focus it on yet. I just like the title. Don't want to waste it.
Silence - he ignores her profusely.
Vivienne: You're English, right?
There's an intake of breath.
Severus: Look, you seem to be a really chatty kind of person and I don't want to be rude - but I'm not chatty - so perhaps you'd be better off sitting somewhere else. Vivienne: Have you seen some of these people? Severus: Oh, there are a few empty tables around. Vivienne: Do you want to know why I sat here? Because you look like a man who needs to talk. You look like a guy who hasn't talked in a really long time.
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Later he gives her a lift.
Severus: I'm driving to Winnipeg. You better get out when I've had enough Vivienne: I'm Vivienne, by the way. Severus: Alex. I have to tell you I just got out of prison. Vivienne: Oh. Fraud? Severus: I killed someone.
This is AU post-war Severus Snape after serving time in Azkhaban.
Convince me it's not.
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galbalmuhet · 9 months
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sammykruegher · 1 year
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jediknight1984 · 1 year
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passed-out-real · 1 year
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Alan Rickman Filmography Part 4
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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)
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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
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Snow Cake (2006)
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Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006)
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Nobel Son (2007)
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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)
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Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)
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Bottle Shock (2008)
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)
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Alice in Wonderland (2010)
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Alan Rickman as Alex in Snow Cake (2006). This is Al's third honorable mention, after Bob Roberts and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
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meier-mar · 1 year
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Alan Rickman -Snow Cake                   
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secretdiscovery · 1 year
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Post your favorite movies that you never get tired of watching.
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local-plant-bitch · 1 year
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Have any other autistics seen the movie Snow Cake (2006)??
What are your opinions on it?? Do you view it as good representation?? Bad?? Somewhere inbetween??
I personally love it, but this is coming from someone with mild-moderate support needs (who is also VERY hyperfixated on Sigourney Weaver).
I want to know what others think about this movie, but please keep things civil
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mitchipedia · 3 months
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smilingformoney · 5 months
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Rickmas 2023: Day 10. Snow Prints | Alex/Reader
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Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:
The cafe was getting full, but you didn’t pay much attention to the busy chatter around you. You were far too focused on what you were doing. You were sat at a table by a window with your sketchbook laid out on the table, various abandoned attempts at drawing the scene outside strewn across the table.
You were so absorbed in what you were doing, in fact, that you almost didn’t hear the voice of the man who’d approached your table.
“Excuse me - do you mind if I sit at the end here? All the tables are full.”
You glanced up and saw a dashingly handsome man with greying hair and glasses, balancing a pot of tea on a tray and carrying a newspaper under his arm.
“Sure, no problem,” you said, moving your strewn artwork aside to make room for him and his paper. “Sorry, I’m kind of hogging the table, aren’t I?” You looked up and glanced around, only just now noticing that the cafe was a lot busier than when you’d arrived, full of shoppers taking a break from the cold air to warm up with a hot drink. Those that had managed to find a table were blocking walkways with their bags of presents, making you feel a little less guilty about hoarding the table.
“Looks like the Christmas shoppers are out,” you commented. You glanced at the man, who had nothing on him but his paper and his tea, which he was now pouring out for himself. “You chose a bad time to come out.”
“Yes, it seems so,” the man agreed with a polite smile. “So did you.”
He glanced down at the drawings strewn across the table.
“You’re an artist!” he said, and he went to turn one of the drawings around towards him, but you pulled it back quickly.
“That’s a rubbish one. I’m trying to practise drawing snowscapes, but I’m struggling to make the snow look like snow.” You pointed to the ‘snow’ in the pencil drawing, which just looked like the normal ground. “See? Rubbish.”
“No, I don’t think so,” said the man, still peering over at the drawing. “You just need to add something to show depth. Footprints, maybe.” He pointed out the window. “See, the snow out there’s not smooth. It’s covered in footprints.”
You looked out of the window thoughtfully. Maybe he was right.
“Footprints. Good idea. Thanks, erm —“
The man stuck his hand out to you. “Alex Hughes.”
“[Y/n] [L/n],” you replied, taking his hand in yours, and in the brief few moments of contact his large, warm hands enveloped yours completely.
“Nice to meet you, Alex Hughes. I’ll remember that name so I can credit you when this ends up on the wall of the Tate Modern.”
Alex laughed, and when he did his whole face lit up, the laughter lines around his eyes making him look even more handsome. He turned his attention to unfolding his newspaper, and you buried your head back in your drawing, trying to incorporate a set of footprints into the scene.
After some time had passed, you sat up straight, examining your handiwork.
“The footprints were a good idea,” you said, mostly to yourself.
Alex looked up from his newspaper and glanced over.
“May I see?” he asked.
You turned the sketchbook around. At the same time, he reached across the table to pull it closer to him, and his hand accidentally knocked against your half-drunk cup of cold coffee, tipping it over and spilling the contents over your drawings and your lap.
You both swore loudly, drawing some attention from nearby shoppers, though none of them stepped in to help. You jumped up, grabbing your sketchbook to try and save it from the river of coffee running down the table, but it was too late.
Alex apologised profusely and grabbed a napkin from his tray to try and mop up the spillage, but it was like trying to dry a river with a kitchen sponge. A staff member appeared with a box of cleaning equipment, and Alex took the proffered handful of blue roll to start trying to pat down the soaked paper.
“[Y/n], I am so sorry,” Alex said for the fifth time. “I’ve completely ruined them —“
“It’s fine, honestly, they were only practice drawings. I’m more worried about this…”
You indicated the dark brown smudge on your nice cream jumper, and Alex sighed with irritation at himself.
“Oh, look what I’ve done! Here —“
He gathered up another handful of blue roll and began dabbing at your jumper, though it didn’t make much difference.
“I’m so sorry, [Y/n], I’m such a clumsy fool.” He threw his hands up in despair when he realised the stain wasn’t coming out of your jumper.
You pulled the jumper over your head to better allow you to examine the stain.
“I’d better get home and get it straight in the wash before it sets in,” you said.
“Here, let me give you something in case you have to get a new one,” Alex started, pulling his wallet from his pocket, but you shook your head.
“No, don’t be silly. Accidents happen.”
“Well, I’ve got to do something. I can’t just ruin your jumper and your drawings and let you go without making it up to you.”
You glanced down at his left hand, which was still holding his wallet and was noticeably without a wedding ring.
“You could buy me a drink,” you said hopefully.
“Well, that’s a given, of course, I’ll get you another drink —“ Alex started, gesturing back at the bar.
“No, I mean, like… an alcoholic drink? At a bar? Later tonight? If… you wanted to, that is.”
Alex froze, looking at you curiously as the meaning of your words set in, and you wondered if you could blame the cold winter air blowing in through the open door for the redness that was no doubt flushing up your cheeks.
“Oh… er, alright, then,” Alex agreed awkwardly. He steeled himself, then added, “How about dinner too?”
You smiled, your eyes lighting up. “Yes, that’d be great. Here, let me give you my number.”
You tore off a corner of the top page of your sketchbook (the part that wasn’t soaked in coffee) and wrote down your number with the pencil you’d been drawing with.
“Call me in a few hours and we can arrange something. I live just outside of town so I can get pretty much anywhere.”
Alex took the piece of paper from you and put it safely in his wallet where it wouldn’t be in danger of another stray coffee spillage. You gathered up your sketchbook, holding it carefully in one hand and your stained jumper in the other.
“Well, er… see you later, then. Thanks for the footprint idea. It worked really well until you turned the snow all brown.”
“Yes. I’ll call you. And sorry again for the…” He pointed at your ruined things, and you just laughed.
“It’s okay. Bye.”
“Bye.”
With one last shy smile at him, you left the cafe, hoping you had something nice to wear later. With a smile like that, you’d let Alex Hughes spill any amount of coffee on you just to see him laugh again.
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moonhoop · 9 months
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Cherries in the Snow Cake This cherries in the snow recipe is an easy, light no-bake dessert that's a mix of cake and pudding. Made with cream cheese and whipped topping. 2 packages cream cheese, 1/2 cup all-purpose flour, 1 cup white sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 2 cans cherry pie filling, 1 container frozen whipped topping thawed, 1 angel food cake
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galbalmuhet · 2 years
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Yes... 🔥🔥🔥
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