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@kelyon
I really admire and love your works! You're so talented!!! I wanna encourage you to continue drawing Rumple, Rumbelle and all of Robert Carlyle character. If you don't mind, could you draw Dark!Belle and Spinner!Rumple? Thank you so much for your wonderful fanarts!
Thank you!!!!!!!
Love means share your worries…#Flufapalooza 2018! But if too angsty I change this one for the previous shared Neighbour AU to go in the mood of precious cupcakes!
Veggie Tales Birthday Cake, 2003!
Goodbye kiss.
Many people forget when writing bdsm that the dom also wants to get a good grade in dom. And is trying so hard and is often nervous about it.
It’s 75 years since Casablanca was released. Nicholas Barber looks at how the classic romantic melodrama was really about the plight of the displaced.
No direction home
The newsreel clips which accompany this voice-over – families trudging along country roads, their belongings stuffed into suitcases and sacks – are all too similar to the footage on nightly news programmes today. But the differences are fascinating. We’ve grown used to seeing displaced people making the arduous journey northwards, over the sea from Africa, and then on through Europe. Casablanca reminds us that, not so long ago, they were travelling in the opposite direction.
When they reach Morocco, many of these people pass the time in its classiest nightspot, Rick’s Café Americain. True, it’s more comfortable than most refugee camps, but the muttered negotiations at its tables will be familiar to anyone who’s seen a documentary about the current crisis: the selling of jewellery for a fraction of its cost; the purchasing of berths on fishing boats for extortionate sums.
And the refugees don’t just trade with jewellery and money. Renault (Claude Rains), the city’s suave French police chief, exchanges exit visas for sexual favours – a transaction which the film views, initially at least, as a harmless game. In one scene, Renault’s assistant comes to his desk and tells him that “another visa problem has come up”. Renault straightens his tie and smiles. “Send her in,” he says. We can respect Curtiz and his team for smuggling such risqué material past the censors, and we can appreciate Rains’ urbane performance. But the film’s forgiving attitude towards Renault’s exploitation hasn’t aged well.
Still, Rick himself is above such abuse. “I don’t buy or sell human beings,” he informs Ferrari (Sydney Greenstreet), the city’s black-market kingpin. But as time goes by, Rick realises that turning a blind eye to the buying and selling is just as bad. There is a touching scene in which he rigs the café’s roulette wheel so that a Bulgarian newlywed (Joy Page) doesn’t have to sleep with Renault – thus bringing a tear to the eyes of Rick’s employees and to the audience alike. More moving still is the scene in which the café’s head waiter (SZ Sakall) has a brandy with two elderly Austrians who are about to leave for the US, and compliments them on their broken English. Rainer Werner Fassbinder, the German director, declared that this humane little sequence boasts “one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue in the history of film”.
Several other scenes are reported to have had the cast and crew in tears, partly because so many of them were genuine refugees. Veidt may play a Nazi in the film, but in reality he fled from the Nazis. Both Sakall and Curtiz were Hungarian Jews: Sakall’s three sisters and his niece died in concentration camps. “Nearly all of the some seventy-five actors and actresses cast in Casablanca were immigrants,” says Noah Isenberg in his new book about the film, We’ll Always Have Casablanca. “Among the 14 who earned a screen credit, only three were born in the United States: Humphrey Bogart, Dooley Wilson [the Café’s crooning pianist, Sam], and Joy Page.” (One of the film’s subtlest and slyest ironies is that the so-called ‘Café Américain’ isn’t in America and has barely any Americans in it. What, we’re forced to ask, does ‘American’ mean, anyway?)
And so, while the tale of the star-crossed Rick and Ilsa is a Tinseltown fantasy – for a start, there were never any Nazi officers in the real Casablanca – it is underpinned by the cast’s own traumatic experiences. That’s one reason why the film is so potent, whether you’re aware of the actors’ backgrounds or not. “If you think of … those small roles being played by Hollywood actors faking the accents,” wrote Pauline Kael in The New Yorker, “the picture wouldn’t have had anything like the colour and tone it had.”
Luckily, Los Angeles in 1942 wasn’t too different from Rick’s café. It was the place where Jewish exiles from all over Europe gathered, practised their English, enjoyed the hospitality and the companionship, and dreamt of happier lives. And if the plot of Casablanca argues the case for helping refugees, the film’s very existence is a pretty strong argument, too. After all, if it weren’t for the refugees in Hollywood, then it couldn’t have produced its most beloved classic.
How do you like beasts?
Rumford 'Rumple' Gold loves his personal space
Much to his dismay, Belle also loves his personal space
I've been wanting to draw this since yesterday ever since I saw my trope card. I drew it today :'D
[in 6 hrs UwU]
Tagging @rumbelletropebingo as required OwO
Does this have lore? Absolutely [a bit]. I made it up as I drew :'D
So if anyone wants to know, tell me ^^
We're at the "JK Rowling is personally funding litigation to try and destroy AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL" stage of rabid UK terf brain.
Screenshot via Alejandra Caraballo @esqueer.net on bluesky
Tldr Amnesty International, global human rights organisation, published a report called 'A growing threat: the anti-rights movement in the UK'. In it is detailed, amongst others, a whole bunch of transphobic groups and organisations, including Beira's Place, JK Rowling's trans exclusionary sexual violence support service. JK Rowling threw a shit fit and got Amnesty to take the report down by threatening libel. This was obviously not enough, because you can't appease a fascist, so now she's going to bankroll a bunch of lawsuits anyway through the JK Rowling Women's Fund.*
You can read an archived version of the report here, please save it and share it.
*Not so friendly reminder there is no way to engage in the wizard books without enabling this shit.
to celebrate finishing hfw and finally being able to unblock the spoiler tags, here's a couple doods i did in my 2 weeks of hfw insanity <3 (there is much more art to come) (this is a threat)
(commission info // tip jar!)
THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST cast at the OSCARS — 1992
Oh Beast looks so handsome in a modern suit! I can’t believe I didn’t know this existed any sooner!
Also him needing reading glasses is a cute detail. Wish that had been in the original now.
The glasses bit made me feral the first time I saw it. Ugh. We love a gentleman monster.
every day i am thankful to ancient humans for the domestication of the cat. fucking genius idea. agriculture was a good one too btw but you really outdid yourselves with the cat thing
reading about the history of the cochlear implant and i just found these incredible descriptions of ways that deaf people in the 1800s made assistive/alert devices for themselves.
first, an alternative to the doorbell:
We cut the bell away, attached a spring to the wire and to this another piece of wire, which had a block of wood fastened to one end and the whole was so contrived that the least pull of the bell handle at the door woudl send the block of wood with a dull, heavy, thud, to the floor of the room and the ... vibration it caused never failed to attract our attention.
but the one that brought tears of laughter to my eyes was this alternative to an alarm clock:
We had one [alarm for waking deaf sleepers] in our house ... for a long time and it always worked perfectly. The simplest is a cord attached to teh alarm wheel of a clock, passing from the drum to a point in the cieling over the head of the bed, where a small spring or trap is fixed with a little wire, upon which a pillow or cushion can be hung. The alarm being set at the desired hour, when it strikes, the drum winds up the cord and the pillow ... drops upon the sleeper, who is aroused thereby.
deaf people (and other disabled people more broadly) have never been this miserable, helpless and inherently downtrodden group that hearing/abled society imagines. except when it comes to waking up on winter mornings. everyone, hearing or deaf, is miserable about this.
A reminder that Deaf people are not disabled! A major point of Deaf advocacy is that Deafness, like transness or autism or hearing, is actually a good thing. It's not a disability, it's an identity and a culture. Rather than mourn hearing loss, they prefer to celebrate Deaf gain (and many oppose the cochlear implant as an unspoken default and improvement)
Spaces built for Deaf people are completely functional, though they can be unpleasant for a hearing person (that giant block dropping would scare me every time). If you've ever been woken up at 6 AM by a garbage truck, you know that hearing can be a disability, too.
This is tied to the social model of disability, where a "disability" is just an unaccommodated way of being. Myopia is a classic example: without glasses, nearsightedness would change every aspect of a person's life, from how they move around the world to how they organize their homes. But in current society, it's nothing, it doesn't matter at all. See also left-handedness, something that is completely neutral but was treated as a disability for a very long time. I also recommend the HG wells story "the kingdom of the blind" where a sighted man comes to a congenitally blind village and finds himself unable to move through a space nor built for him.
Disabled people are amazing and great and everything OP said about them is true and also Deafness is not a disability.
Sources and further reading:
https://deafservicesunlimited.com/understanding-deaf-gain/
https://www.dhcc.org/resources/advocacy
What is Deaf Culture? By Joanne CrippsEdited by Anita Small Deaf Culture – how does one define it? Where do we find Deaf Culture? Who decide
GANGGGGG guess who's writing fic again? THIS GUY! I'm picking my GoldenLace longfic back up, and chapter 2 is now available here:
Dealing With The Devil
I'd love to hear what you guys all think to it. I'll let you all know as I update with new chapters. A brief synopsis for anyone interested: Lacey French is a bit of a loner. She drinks, she works, she hangs out with Ruby and avoids her abusive, miserable father. One night, Ruby makes a bet that not even Lacey could convince the mysterious Mr Gold to go on a date with her, and things unravel from there, eventually changing Lacey's life for the better.
This is a Lacey focused fic, and seeing as she's not really developed much in the show, a lot of her characterisation in DWTD is entirely my own choices for her. The writers didn't develop her character so I am (insert evil cartoony laugh)
This is cute!
it’s your fault
So ridiculously upset right now. I’m in my car and get to the drive thru and get to the speaker. No greeting. I wait and wait and can hear someone like they forgot they’re wiring a mic. I tell her I’d like a cheeseburger and I might like a milkshake as well.
Know what she says to me?
“I can’t give you either.”
Well, I don't know. Did you make sure you were in the right place? I once pulled up to a Taco King thinking it was a Burger Bell
I did! I asked, “Isn’t this Burger Bell?” And you know what she said? She said, “Yes it is but we’re closed now, but we open tomorrow at ten.” Well, I wasn’t sure what to do so finally I said, “I am extremely hungry, but I guess I can wait until then.”
An update: I stayed at the drive through til sunrise, and I may have dozed off once or twice. And you’ll never guess what I spotted.
I dunno. A Denny's billboard?
Yes! I spotted a billboard for Denny’s, and the deal it promoted was astounding: bacon and eggs for half price? Well, how could I resist such an offer? I really needed something to munch. I hoped they wouldn’t be angry and decided to eat and go back there for lunch.
November 9, 2017
Huttslayer by Sara Haase
