#mostlydaydreaming

[crushondonald]

@rememberedkisses and @mostlydaydreaming

Oh no! I practised so hard and then ... this! Anyway, it's eventually the thought that counts ... 😊

❄🎄🌟🎅🌟🎄❄

I wish you both Happy Holidays filled with love, joy and laughter but also a peaceful time to rest! Thank you for your support this year, I'm looking forward to accompanying you in 2022 ... lots of love, have yourself a merry little Christmas!!! 💖

[i--needed--that]

I’ve been on Instagram for awhile, but I really enjoy the Gene content over here on Tumblr, so I thought I’d post some of my obsession...I mean “content” over here. 😉 Please be patient with me as I learn this new format. Thanks for the inspiration MostlyDaydreaming and ForMeandMyFics.

[mostlydaydreaming]

I just came across your post ... and was quite shocked! Don't know what to say even if I feel the urge to say something. It's not easy to find the proper words but I'm sure you finally learn to cope with the situation and get a lot of support on your way!

Write it on your heart and mind that the upcoming year is an awesome one for you ahead. Switch the bad channels into good channels and move forward. Just remember: Last year’s words, belong to the past year. Now it’s time to move on with the new words, new language! ❤❤❤

I wish you a very happy and healthy New Year ✨ ... let Gene's spirit move you 💋!

You will make it!!!! Sending you lots of love, sweetheart 😘!!!!!

@crushondonald

I just saw your submission, I love it!!!💖💞💖

I’ve never seen this picture before. Thank you so much for your kind words. You’re such a wonderful person, it’s always been a pleasure fangirling together over our two boys :)

I just got out of the hospital a few days ago, and have been recuperating at home. This diagnosis will take some life adjustments but I hope to rebound and go back to work soon💪

Sending you back lots of love🥰🥰🥰, and wishing you nothing but happiness in this New Year!!! You deserve it👏❤️👏

[goodgarlands46]

“The Pirate” Movie Edit

Via the prompt from @mostlydaydreaming I give you a Jugenea movie edit of “The Pirate” (thank you!) 

“Stop!” Manuela screamed from the balcony, Serafin tip toeing carefully to her, he wore a grin like a Cheshire cat. “I don’t want you here! Don’t come any closer!” she hissed, a whispering demand he didn’t follow. Before long he was standing in front of her, parading about in her room as if he owned the house. “Didn’t I tell you to leave?!” Manuela was at her wits end, Serafin whirled around lavishly bowing to her. “Manuela, dear pure soul, admit one thing before I do go...You love me!” 

“Don’t you dare carry on like this you...You gypsy actor! I do not love you! I know it may be hard for you to believe but trust me, I could not and would not ever love someone as foul as you!” Serafin took a step back, “Well, I’m foul? What do you make of your prince charming out there? I think he’s more of a frog, I doubt he’ll regain his dashing good looks when you kiss him though. Pity, seems you may be stuck with a toad for a husband..And to think, someone with a voice like yours, someone who can sing-” Manuela swung around at that statement. “Listen to me, I did not sing, I was not there, you do not know me. Now leave, please! He’s a pious man! He’s a good man! You’re ruining everything for me!” She pleaded and began to cry, sitting down on the ornamented chase in her room. “I loathe everything I did that night! Don’t you see? It’s terrible! I can’t face myself in the morning for it! Oh! If my family were to know! Don’t you know how ill they’d think of me?!” She was in full blown hysterics by now. Serafin picked up her hat from when they had first met at the sea, it was still slightly damaged from the water it landed in. “What about the kiss?” he asked, looking off into the distance. “Wh-What did you say?” she managed to whisper it. “What...About...The kiss?” Serafin turned toward her, still holding the hat. “Oh...Oh no. No, we mustn’t speak of that, please! Not that!” Manuela made to leave, he blocked the door easily. 

“Manuela! Dear, are you ready?” Aunt Inez called from down the hall.

“Yes-I mean no, Aunt Inez! No!” Manuela locked her door and turn around tersely. “You! You leave this instant! You’re nothing but a-” Serafin stopped her with his finger to her lips. “It took your breath away didn’t it? Come now, I know it did...” He trailed off, letting his hand slip down to her waist. “...Yes. Yes, it took my breath away...” 

Serafin leaned in closer, watching her eyes as they darted from him to the window. She was still nervous, “Manuela...” He kissed her deeply and she responded not holding back at all. Her hand trailed up his arm and to his hair, her other hand to his back gripping his shirt. When they pulled apart her chest was still heaving. “You don’t want to marry him.” Serafin made for the window he had entered from. “Stop! No, I don’t want to marry him...” She sat down her face in her hands almost about to cry. “Who do you want to be with Manuela?” he sat down beside her, stroking her face. “I want to be with you, as crazy as it seems and as sudden as it all is, I just...Serafin, I want to wake up and be with a man who wants to see the world, not hide from it.” He held her in his arms and there was a deep silence. The wheels of their minds both turning, he leaned forward. “Maybe I can be with you, before you’re married to him. Just once.” He leaned in and kissed her laying her down on her back on the chase. 

[littlelonghairedoutlawllho]

I can tell writing gives you a great deal of comfort. When did you first realize it and what do you think you get from it?

I’ve been writing in some sort of fashion for pretty much all my life, but it was in April 2007, when I was twelve, that I started taking it kind of seriously, and a piece of what was essentially Jewels fanfiction. And it was always a sort of comfort to me, and I loved getting to play with different characters, but it wasn’t until October 2008 that I began writing consistently.

On 9 October 2008 I got suspended from school for the grand length of half a day after slapping a girl across the face, and that night while trying to deal with the fact of it I sat down and wrote the beginning of a ridiculous little western story, and it helped me to feel better. That ridiculous little western spiralled into more than 60 stories of varying lengths and genres written over the next 4 years. (I should count them up sometime, but I feel like it’s definitely more than 60). From December 2012 to March 2014 I wrote very little of anything, only some bad poetry and a couple of stories. Mostly I was focused on my end of school exams and my first year of uni, then in a fit of frustration at James Joyce I wrote my first Sherlock ficlet, and the rest is history. More than 400,000 words of fic later, I’m still here and I have a bunch of original stuff written too!

I think it was that time in 2008 that writing came to be a comfort to me. Before then it was something that I did in odd moments, but nothing too serious. Then after the suspension it became a way of dealing with things, and it was also good fun! I used to collaborate sometimes with a then-friend. As I got older and began having my black moods it also helped me to cope with them, as well as exploring my sexuality (even when I thought I was straight) and just generally exploring emotions. It got me through the summer of 2011 when we lost several cattle with TB, my grandmother died, and my friendships were all breaking down. And it got me through university and the very painful break-ups of more friendships, as well as various family problems. Writing helps me feel better, and make sense of things, even when what I’m writing has very little relation to anything that’s actually going on.

And in terms of my various bits of history research, it helps me explore different events and people and things that happened to real people through characters.

Writing eases my frustration, and eases my heartache, and helps me to feel less alone. One of my very good friends once told me that I write as if I’ve had a hundred heartbreaks, and I have but they’ve all been fictitious or historical! And that was more than 4 years ago, so I’ve had many more since! Plus writing gives me the closeness and intimacy that I don’t get in real life, and it helps me to explore myself and how I see the world.

I look back, and try to imagine who I would be if I didn’t write, and I’d be a total stranger. It’s something that’s fundamental to me, and I don’t know who I’d be without it. And it brings me a great deal of comfort.

[tonyhopkins]

The chemistry between Tony and Emma made this movie absolutely RUTHLESS they're so perfect together! There were so many opportunities but then....nothing! My chest hurts whenever I think about!

[crushondonald]

GENE KELLY

@mostlydaydreaming 💕

[crushondonald]

@mostlydaydreaming 

Count not the candles…see the lights they give! Count not the years, but the life you live! Wishing you a splendid time ahead and sending you smiles for every moment of your special day … Have a wonderful time and a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🍸, precious sweetheart ❤!

Gene Kelly and Natalie Wood 'celebrating' on the set of MARJORIE MORNINGSTAR (1958)