#that sort

[callonpeevesie]

Rule one of fantasy: all the competent adults have to be completely useless so the preteen protagonist who just found out about the fantasy world and doesn't know anything about anything has to save the day.

[fairyryearchive]

@lamekit

I mean an anon doesn't need to ask you what you like about Kokichi, they can just look through your blog 

Well to be fair, my blog can be pretty cluttered and full of junk :’D So maybe people might be unable to find my opinions?

[greatmuldini]

Two decades before Stanley Kubrick murdered the very idea of innocence conveyed by the milk bar concept, all-night cafés, as they were also known, had already accumulated a shady reputation as the haunts of "crooks" and, well, murderers. Milk bars had come to Britain in the 1930s, and the first such establishment famously opened in London's Fleet Street in 1935.

Perhaps it was here in the exact same location that in May of 1952 a recently out-of-work actor and young father-to-be found employment as "part-time waiter." Working the nightshift at the café left him free to rehearse a new part during the day. The part in question was that of Albert Prosser, suitor to Alice Hobson in Hobson's Choice, a popular "folk" comedy the Arts Theatre Club had slated for their next revival. His experience as the ASM in charge of the prompt book on the Sheffield production of the play would have been the perfect preparation for the otherwise unheard-of talent.

Having ended his Sheffield engagement on 1 March 1952, the plan was for said talent to make his West End debut with a new comedy by a then-famous playwright, but alas the production never reached London after a brief tour to Edinburgh, Glasgow, and Liverpool. The delayed debut eventually took place on 4 June 1952 amid trying circumstances which included the arrival of a new-born daughter in a less than ideal domestic situation, and a work schedule worthy of the modern gig economy. The acting part was small and required little if any imagination but an impression was made, not least on the "spotters" from the Midland Theatre Company looking to cast their own presentation of the same play in the autumn.

If she's the woman that I take her for you'll get no pity. You'll get discipline.

Hobson's Choice celebrates the pride and resilience of a Lancashire family in the 1880s, complete with a cast of stock characters headed by the implacable, intransigent patriarch, who in the first act suffers the indignity of losing his three unpaid shop-assistant daughters to three outrageously lucrative husbands, before he learns his lesson, albeit grudgingly, in the third. It is the third act which offers the richest opportunities for the seniormale actor to shine in the cantankerous insistence on his paternal prerogatives before he is out-manoeuvred by his doctor, his handyman, his eldest daughter, and her husband. The couple agree to give up their own household and help with Hobson's shop - but there are strings attached: Hobson's Choice is, of course, no choice at all.

The limited run at the Arts Theatre Club ended on 6 July 1952, and within two months the actor and his family found themselves on the move again, destined for Coventry. Mirroring the physical, real-life journey in a magical, metaphorical transformation on stage, the fleeting character sketch of Albert Prosser becomes the mature character study of Horatio Hobson in the Midland Theatre Company's production on 15 September 1952. In the words of the newspaper review, the new arrival was soon at home in the role of Hobson, and his stature increased as the play progressed. He came right into his own in the altercations of the last act […].

The milk bar, meanwhile, with its uniquely wholesome and slave-driving business model has itself continued to evolve since the days its clientele comprised career criminals, youngsters on the verge of delinquency, or Fleet Street journalists after their midnight deadline. In my more nostalgic flights of fancy I would still like to imagine that the equivalent of my 2019 latte macchiato would in 1952 have provided at least some temporary, part-time nourishment - and not only in the form of ill-gotten gains or excess calories.

[sourcraem]

can anyone hear me out on the typical flowershop x tattoo artist AUs except with Flamedy

[hemlockpill]

sooo annoying that I'm supposed to be like. normal & reasonable & have a calm discussion instead of spitting on someone & telling them to kill themselves. whatever.

[cosmicastrogazer]

I love garbage elves.

[ferronaut]

i’ve been listening to a lot of electronic music lately. it’s the only thing that gets me going nowadays

whenever i listen to my favorite bands, the music makes me really pensive and i really just want to enjoy the music/lyrics without thinking too deeply

in other words electronic music keeps me upbeat and not make my depressive symptoms spike