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sanguineterrain left this tag from my previous art post about bruce being 40s heartthrob coded and they are SO right!!!!!! can't stop thinking about it!!!!!
men don't know if they want to be him or own him
this man is a single mother
#he's got that classic hollywood type beauty going on#bruce wayne#dick grayson#world's finest#dc#my art#fanart#i love him in 1940s fashion#his waist is so grabbable#yellow
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Propaganda
Deborah Kerr (Bonjour Tristesse, An Affair to Remember, The King and I)— For several decades she held the record for most Oscar nominations without a win (6 in total), and she was a prolific leading lady throughout the 40s and 50s. She's best known today for the romance An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant, and as the governess in The King and I. Many people have this erroneous perception of her as extremely prim, proper, and virginal, but this could not be further from the truth. When she first came to Hollywood under MGM she was typecast into boring decorative roles, but broke sexual boundaries for herself and Hollywood generally in From Here to Eternity, when she made out (horizontally!) with Burt Lancaster (on top of him!) in the famous Beach Scene. She went on to play many sexually conflicted women, a character type that would define most of her post- Eternity work. She continued to break Hays Code boundaries with Tea and Sympathy, which addresses homosexuality/homophobia head-on, and even did a topless scene in The Gypsy Moths 1969!! One of the only classic stars to do so. She deserves a more nuanced and frankly a hotter legacy than she currently has!!!
Ethel Merman (Anything Goes, Call Me Madam)— Possessed of a bold, brash voice, and an even bolder and brasher presence, Ethel Merman might be more well known for her stage roles, but she made several movies, and was bold and brash in them as well. Also I think if I don't submit her, she's going to come back and haunt me.
This is round 1 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.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]
Ethel Merman:
You've gotta love any woman who got typecast as lead-MILF
Deborah Kerr:
I think she was one of my first crushes before I realised I was bi in The King and I when I watched it as a kid honestly. The kissing scene in From Here to Eternity is iconic for a reason. Actually tried to learn the accents for the characters she was playing if they weren't English which is more than pretty much anyone else was doing then. Played very restrained characters who frequently seemed to be desperate not to be so restrained. Did horror movies without venturing into hagsploitation tropes. Gave Marni Nixon the credit she deserved for her share of the singing in The King and I.
Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.
Nominated for an Oscar six (6) times and never won, but besides her having actual talent (hot), and besides her looking Like That (very hot, also beautiful), she was always playing women who are, like, crazy repressed. Which makes it fun and easy for me to read these characters as queer. Icon!!!! You know what's hot? Playing ambiguously gay in vintage Hollywood.
Her face and talent and body, yes, ofc, duh. But also!!! Her HANDS!!!! I may be but a simple lesbian, but she is the best hactor (hand actor) that ever lived and that's HOT! For propriety's sake I feel I must redact a large portion of my commentary on this subject. Anyway. She's hot in her most famous roles (mentioned above), and also some of her sexiest hacting is on display in An Affair to Remember (her hand on the bannister when Cary Grant kisses her off-screen??? HELLO???), Tea and Sympathy (when she's trying to persuade Tom not to go out and she keeps flexing her hands like she wants to reach out to him but can't??? ALLY BEHAVIOR! WE STAN!), and The Innocents (which opens and closes with extended shots of her hands bc director Jack Clayton was also an ally and he did that for ME). Much of her appeal also lies in the fact that she often played deeply repressed characters and you know what's hot? When those uptight characters finally unravel. It's sexy. It's cathartic. It's erotic. Plus, she's beautiful to look at in both black & white and technicolor, and the more of her films you see, the more you can't help but fall in love!
Literally is in thee most famously sexy scene of all time (or maybe just during the hays code era which is what we're talking about HELLO), which is the beach scene with Burt Lancaster in from here to eternity. To quote a tumblr post of a screen capture of a tweet of a video of joy behar on the view: "y'know, there used to be movies where they were kissing on the beach... From Here to Eternity. They're kissing-- Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr are Kissing on the Beach and then the WAVES crash!! You know exactly what they did!"
She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS
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Favorite Disney Parks Attraction Showdown: Round 3 - Group A
Videos and propaganda under the cut!
MuppetVision 3D: Disneyland, WDW Hollywood Studios
Propaganda:
"Muppets!!! We love the Muppets!!! And also the last thing Jim Henson worked on!!!"
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It's a Small World: (Any version/park!): Disneyland, WDW Magic Kingdom, Tokyo Disneyland,Disneyland Paris, Hong Kong Disneyland)
Propaganda:
"it's a small world" is one of the oldest rides still standing today, and I think it's for good reason. It might not be as thrilling as expedition everest or as flashy as the haunted mansion, but it has a distinct charm that has people coming back year after year. The design of the ride itself - inspired by Mary Blair - is whimsical without being garish; the gold and white of Disneyland Anaheim is reminiscent of their early classic films, while the colorful geometric shapes in Tokyo Disneyland are fun and funky. It's one of the few rides with installations in every park. The propulsion system created for it would go on to be used in later rides like pirates of the caribbean, so if you're a fan of the latter, you have the former to thank for that. You either love or hate the infamous song, but there's no denying that it's catchy. What's more, I think what really keeps people coming back is it's message. "it's a small world'' emphasizes unity, but it also celebrates the diversity and uniqueness of cultures around the world. It's not "you and I are both the same", it's "you and I might be different, but at the end of the day we both laugh and cry and have hopes and fears and many more similarities than what our geography and government tries to say". Sure, it might be corny, but it's not like anyone goes to Disney to get away from this type of cheesy shmaltziness."
"Taken from Escape From Vault Disney podcast, but, three women and a stoner were the main artists and I think that's important. Adding to that, the song is good and no I don't care if it's annoying. Listen to the original version, it's freaking beautiful. Mary Blair art is cute and charming and the whole attraction just looks like kids coloring and drawing and singing and being friends!!! The adult chorus in the finale room is like the parents joining in and spending time with their children and encouraging their kids to respect each other and don't judge people. But also it's like those kids are adults now and refuse to let negativity win and they see the beauty and kindness in people and dang it, that's what being human is about!!!! Be kind to others and accept and help people because we got one earth people!!! And it has just one moon and one golden sun!!! Also the clock has a name. His name is Glockenspiel and he's just a happy guy I love him. Also inspired the boss in Epic Mickey and that boss theme is so good omg"
"it's stuck in your head now isn't it"
"the song may be annoying. it may be creepy. it might, despite its intentions, come off as kind of xenophobic. but, goddamn, it's one of the few good memories i have from my disneyland trips as a child"
Video is of Disneyland, but any version/your fav for the poll!
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#disney parks#disney parks attractions tournament#poll#disney#disney world#tournament poll#disneyland#round 3#muppets#hollywood studios#muppetvision#small world#wdw#Youtube
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People I Wanna Know Better
Thanks for thinking of me, @sanguinarysanguinity :)
Last song?
My son has been singing Tale As Old As Time from Beauty and the Beast all day. He's super adorable doing it, too, and you've gotta love a classic <3 We miss you, Angela Lansbury.
My funniest musical adventure from this week, though (as you know, Sang), was finding out that David McCallum -- who apparently played oboe and arranged orchestral scores, having studied music at first before switching to acting -- recorded a jazz number in the 1960s which then got sampled by Dr. Dre in the 1990s to create what, according to my brother, is 'definitely one of the most famous hip hop beats of all time' (warning: explicit language including the n word).
Who knew? Like a good secret agent, his influence pops up where least expected!
Favorite color?
Blue-green.
Currently watching?
Not much of anything lately, to be honest. I just haven't found time to fit in a movie at the end of the day, and I don't have any new TV shows I'm currently following. But I'm sure I'll catch the Dr. Who specials when they come out in a month or two. I might watch Loki season 2. And I do still like to read and watch movie reviews and collect a 'to be watched' list for myself.
A couple films that came out this year that sound good & I would like to catch up with are Rye Lane ("Raine Allen-Miller reinvents the romantic-comedy genre utilizing vibrant colors, a fisheye lens, and British rap to present a truthful depiction of London that celebrates Black joy in Rye Lane." -Jillian Chilingerian; "Rye Lane is a shock to the system and the current landscape of romantic comedies. It’s loving, genuinely humorous, and an effortless crowd pleaser. A beautiful, energetic reminder that love is worth going after time and again." -Tina Kakadelis)
and Fancy Dance ("Cloaking a family drama in crime-film conventions, the plot of Native American filmmaker Erica Tremblay’s exceptional directorial debut concerns a young woman’s disappearance from an Oklahoma reservation and her family’s urgent attempts to locate her....not even halfway through the film, Tremblay (who is from the Seneca-Cayuga nation) and co-writer Miciana Alise’s keenly observant script has touched on a disconcertingly complex array of social issues, including endemic poverty, racism, foster care, and drug and alcohol abuse in Native communities. For the filmmakers, though, it’s the crisis of missing and murdered indigenous women and girls that provides the film’s thematic throughline. Handled with candor and grace, these concerns are well integrated into the narrative and dialogue (often in the Cayuga language) so that they’re recognizable, but not melodramatically manipulative." - The Hollywood Reporter)
I'd also like to rewatch some Man From UNCLE, catch up with Spielberg's West Side Story, watch the latest Indiana Jones movie (which despite all the negative press my brother says was good fun), and sometime maybe get around to the Sandman series from last year and Good Omens 2 from this year.
Last movie?
Uhhhhh, maybe Mission Impossible 7 back in July?
Sweet/spicy/savory?
I dislike spicy. I like savory just fine. I like sweet best, but I have had to learn to seek it out in new forms this year. In January my blood test results indicated I was approaching the upper edge of what's considered pre-diabetic and edging close to full-on Type 2. I have been at high risk to develop it, not only due to family history, but also because I had gestational diabetes when I was pregnant a decade ago. I was told at that time that 1 in 2 women with gestational diabetes go on to develop type 2 within 10 years, and, ahaha, look at the time. So, this year I have been working much harder to reverse those trends and make healthy changes to my diet and get more active. I joined a Diabetes Prevention Class (there's a national program for this, by the way, though it's not well-advertised. My doctor didn't tell me about it, because they never told me anything, but I found a search engine online that helped me find classes locally. Mine is a free, virtual, 12-month program run out of a nearby hospital as a community health initiative and geared toward helping people make lasting lifestyle changes using a small support group style). All this is just to say that I am eating fewer sugars and carbs these days, but I can still get my sweet tooth fix enjoying my red peppers, honeycrisp apples, chocolate-dipped quinoa crisps, and coconut water :) I'm also happy to say that when I was retested in July my blood sugar was so far improved that I have almost dipped out of the pre-diabetic zone altogether and back into what's considered normal range. But of course, it's not something you can stop once you hit a certain number -- the goal is to keep doing this for the rest of my life. So far, it's been going fine and I'm figuring out what I like to eat that's within my new purview. I have to say that California Pizza Kitchen's cauliflower crust mushroom pizza makes me very happy <333333
Relationship status?
If my marriage were a person, it would be old enough to vote. Hurray!
Current obsessions?
My cousins introduced me to a spelling bee game this summer, and over the last week I've picked it back up and am finding it a bit addictive. The two of them regularly ace its highest levels, but I content myself with the goal of getting to the "Great" goalpost and then walking away :) It's fun, but the full word list is, to me, a bit frustrating because it's hard to guess what anachronistic spellings, odd plurals, or never-used permutations they will decide to count (you won't take 'glugging' one day, but you want me to try 'ufts' the next? bah humbug!!) *shrugs* If you're not a completist and would be happy just finding as many patterns as you can, it's a good little daily hamster run for the brain. The solutions to one day's challenge are posted on the following day.
Last thing you googled?
Glugging, LOL. I was, like, oh god, is it somehow not a real word? Better check before I post. But it is!! VINDICATION!!
I will say I also got miffed at the thing for wanting "annum" but not accepting "unum" (oh, we're accepting Latin if it's for accountants but not if it's for a national motto? FINE.) And I was denied "unarm," but that one I eventually had to concede -- you can be unarmed or you can disarm someone else, but 'unarm' by itself isn't actually a thing, okay. But neither is 'ufts', spellbee, GET OFF MY LAWN.
Anyhow, I argue with it and then come back the next day to play again :)
I tag anyone who wants to share, of course!
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Poor Things
Finally, I got a chance to see this extraordinary film that has received eleven Oscar nominations. Only Oppenheimer has received more with thirteen. I've now had the pleasure of seeing every 2023 Oscar Best Motion Picture nominated film. And this marvelous film is right up there competing, in my judgment, with The Zone of Interest for Best Picture.* At times unsettling and frequently comedic, Poor Things is an extraordinary tale of self-empowerment that is both character and cinematographically driven.
There are several reasons for my take on this thematically rich and genre challenging film, but foremost are Production Design and Set Decoration, Cinematography, Casting in general, and the astounding performance from Emma Stone, who certainly deserves to win Best Actress in a Leading Role. Stone has already picked up a Golden Globe for her work here, and she is also one of the producers of the film.
But other elements of Poor Things deserve attention too as the following Oscar nominations reveal:
- Best Actor in a Supporting Role: Mark Ruffalo (a career high performance)
- Costume Design
- Director: Yorgos Lanthimos
- Film Editing
- Adapted Screenplay
- Makeup and Hairstyling
- Music
It's all of these components of filmmaking working brilliantly together that produce this magnificent film.
We are all "poor things." But through educating ourselves and experiencing the world fully - the good and bad, the beautiful and ugly - we can, while exercising hope, both redeem and empower ourselves, thereby allowing us, in the process, to help others and perhaps even change the world. This is Bella's story as a woman, which is so much more than merely the inspirational feminist fairytale some have labeled it.
Here are some elements in the film to consider:
What do each of the five principal men in Bella’s adventure represent?
Godwin/God does not prevent Bella from leaving with Duncan for Lisbon; in fact, he gives her money. Is he transformed both philosophically and emotionally by the end of the film? Does he in fact become a real “father?”
What do each of the four principal women in Bella’s journey represent?
The Brothel is both literal and figurative. Brothels are of course the most “degrading” of patriarchal institutions. Bella can't go much lower. She does not own her body completely yet, but she has already begun the process even before the range of brothel experiences she now undergoes. What do each of the men serviced by Bella at the brothel represent? Is Duncan's lament over Bella's "whoring" a different kind of patriarchal position grounded in class? Who's more pathetic? The type of men who frequent the brothel or Duncan? Is Bella actually sympathetic towards the brothel customers?
The shifts from B&W to colour and all the costume changes as Bella grows up are also noteable, as are the lens changes at specific moments.
Check out this challenging but brilliantly designed film.
*Of course, Oppenheimer will win - a superb classic Hollywood realist film despite undeveloped women characters - and Cillian Murphy should win an Oscar for his wonderfully nuanced performance. But, as much as I appreciate well-made classic Hollywood realist films, I am attracted to films that rewrite or challenge Hollywood classic realism. The two films I privilege here do just that.
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#cue the queue - 687 posts
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
how can I be expected to work under these conditions, while Obi-Wan is right there being sad and uncivilized
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#4
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Padmé Amidala/Sabé, OMC/OMC, OMC/OFC
Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Sabe, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, various planetary traditions and hanahaki lore, Jedi Philosophy (Star Wars), Not Actually Unrequited Love, they're idiots your honor, Hurt/Comfort, Qui-Gon Jinn Lives
Summary:
Obi-Wan thought he was terribly obvious, really. Qui-Gon thought it was Obi-Wan’s secret to share or keep, as he wished.
My warmest and sincerest thanks to @davaia, @meggory84, @willowcrowned, and @oddlyexquisite for keeping me from going feral throughout the writing of this monster.
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#3
Look, Goncharov is an excellent movie. It has the sense of inevitability about it, of ever-encroaching tragedy. Its execution of both the suspense and the despair, the mounting fear of what you knew was coming all along—it’s staggering, the perfection of it.
But at the same time, this isn’t a Scorsese, not truly. It’s a Matteo JWHJ 0715. It is, in some ways, a little hamfisted in its execution, and I would argue the American audience is not wrong to analyze it in terms of very American themes. They are! Hollywood movies set the tone for much around the world, from fashion to storytelling in a media as globalized as film.
And as I’ve said, I do love this movie. I love it even for its anachronistic quirks—many of them deliberate and thought-through stylistic choices. I think the fact that goncharov’s primary activities are moving drugs and guns are one of these stylistic departures. Guns and drugs are easy to understand; goncharov is the bad guy, the antihero we’re meant to sympathize with. Certainly, he makes for a rather charming and impressive bastard.
But I think the movie, this particular script rather misses out on the poignancy of the alternative: that goncharov likely wasn’t dealing drugs and weapons, at least not at the beginning. Truth is, you could make an unimaginable amount of money just by smuggling ordinary European goods across the Iron Curtain.
Painfully ordinary. Shoes and coats and and dresses and suits, like all those pretty things that Katya wears. Turntables. Jeans! Plain old dishware. Sure, maybe eventually goncharov didn’t have much of a choice and got into the hard stuff
(this would actually serve the narrative—Goncharov stepping clear over his own lines in the sand, over and over again until he no longer recognizes who he is—perfection)
(anyway)
but you see, the Soviet Union didn’t have a whole variety in production, nor even necessarily great quality of it. There was no (legal) access to imported goods. I’ve already seen mention of the bootleg copy of the film that became a cult classic in the USSR itself (and probably inspired generations of bratva in years to come 🙄) but I wonder if it simply didn’t occur to anyone to consider that the Soviet bloc had largely isolated itself after WWII, and with a struggling economy, with creakily functioning infrastructure, did its best to achieve the impossible and pull itself ‘up by its bootstraps’.
So just think about it: almost every item that Katya owns is like those pretty gowns and crystal shoes in old fairytales; the moment she steps out of this magical realm—the moment the scales fall from her eyes—all of it will begin to melt away into nothing. She would never have had anything like it, were she not married to Goncharov. And he gave her the keys to this magical kingdom, didn’t he? Her Prince, who in the end is not a prince at all, not a fairytale. The illusion, the glamour falls away from him as well.
And then there is Sofia. Sofia, for whom all these clothes and shoes and jewels are very real. All right, sure—Sofia’s backstory tells us she lucked into this world, and in some sense it is also a sort of fairytale space for her. But the thing is, Katya’s grasp on it is far more tenuous. Sofia is nowhere near as richly dressed as Katya, but when everything goes to pot Sofia will still have something of her own, hard-won with sacrifice.
Katya will not. And how unfair is that: Katya is her own woman, she survives her husband’s world and makes her own way, only to be left with nothing if the worst should happen.
170 notes - Posted November 23, 2022
#2
gonna get real personal here for a little bit, which is not what I tend to use this blog for, so y'all don't freak out and just ignore the bit of navel-gazing going on, nbd
183 notes - Posted August 13, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
my ideal ship dynamic is ‘They Deserve Each Other’
but like. they both suck
1,429 notes - Posted September 24, 2022
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Day 64- Film: The World in His Arms
Release date: October 9th, 1952.
Studio: Universal
Genre: Adventure
Director: Raoul Walsh
Producer: Aaron Rosenberg
Actors: Gregory Peck, Ann Blyth, Anthony Quinn
Plot Summary: In 1850 “The Boston Man” a seaman/poacher/pirate comes back to San Francisco after seal hunting in Alaska. He meets a Russian countess who wants him to help her flee back to Alaska, so she won’t have to marry a man she loathes. They fall in love in the process. Complicating things is Portugee, Captain Clark’s friend and nemesis, who wants the money from the pelts for himself.
My Rating (out of five stars): ***
This was generally a rousing movie, but it wasn’t great. There were several elements that worked really well, and several that didn’t. It’s worth a watch, though, for the sea footage and Gregory Peck and Anthony Quinn playing off each other.
The Good:
Gregory Peck. He’s perfect playing this type of hero. He can be charming and cheeky, as well as manly and strong. He’s endlessly interesting to watch- he's got more of a thoughtful intellectual strain than most of his contemporaries. And of course, he is so handsome it makes you woozy.
The action on the sea with the schooners. It was thrilling and has been much remarked on.
The costumes. The intricately beautiful costumes worn by the wealthy, the colorful barroom girls, the scruffy sailors... it was all good.
Many of the Russian characters spoke Russian. Including Blyth. Ann Blyth gave it a good college try, saying much more than just “da” or “nyet!” Her accent was clearly American, but I was impressed that she even tried.
The action in general. It took about an hour for any real action to start happening, but the second half of the film was brimming with motion and adventure.
The entertaining bromance/rivalry of Quinn and Peck. They were almost the real couple of the story!
The Bad:
The accents! Accuracy with accents is never a high priority in Classical Hollywood cinema, and this is a perfect example. All the Russian characters speak with some kind of accent, except the countess Marina, played by American Ann Blyth. Why all her relatives speak with accents and she does not is never explained. But it gets worse- the Russian man she is supposed to marry clearly has a German/Austrian accent, not a Russian one. Other Russian characters are also varied in terms of their accents. I know I can be a stick-in-the-mud about this issue sometimes, but it’s just annoying.
The miscasting of Blyth. Again, she doesn’t look or speak anything like her relatives. She can definitely look regal, and she is very beautiful, but it just didn’t fit for me.
The character of Portugee. I love Anthony Quinn, but his character (and his performance) became grating. He was so manic, almost chewing the scenery at times.
The rear projection. There were some moments where it wasn’t as noticeable as others, but when it was bad it was bad. It pulled me out of the story.
The Eskimo character, Ogeechuk. He could only say “we go” in English, his bad smell was constantly used as a reoccurring gag, and he was almost animalistic in the way he was portrayed.
The seals! Oh God, the seals! We see all this cute footage of seals, but the only reason we are seeing it is because the main characters want to kill them and sell their pelts for big time cash. They try to tell us that they are being responsible and humane about it, but it’s still awful. They even carry clubs in their hands.
The unrealistic romance. This was probably my biggest pet peeve- I just did not buy for a second that a Russian Countess would want to marry a dirty, hard drinking, barroom-girl-loving guy who makes a dubious living with a schooner! It was utterly ridiculous, even if said dirty seaman looked like Gregory Peck.
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S01 E02 - Episode 2: The Princess Bride by William Goldman - Show Notes
On July 5th, 2023 we discussed The Princess Bride. Here are our shownotes. After the line break we discuss:
William Goldman background information
Good Reads reviews for the book
The narrative frame of the book
Plot Summary
Book recommendations
ALSO, there are tons of spoilers.
Teddy's Notes on William Goldman:
Who the Fuck is William Goldman?
Born to a Jewish family (heyo!) in Chicago in 1931, and graduated from Oberlin College in 1952. He took a creative writing course there, but he says his grades were horrible. Despite the fact that he was an editor of the college’s literary magazine, he says that other editors read his anonymous submissions and said, “we can’t possibly publish this shit.”
He was drafted for the Korean War and, due to his typing skills, was assigned as a clerk in the Pentagon.
Thanks GI Bill! Goldman got his master of arts from Columbia, studying the comedy of manners in America.
Goldman’s older brother, James Goldman, was a playwright and screenwriter. William Goldman lived with him and a friend, John Kander, who also went to Oberlin. You might know John Kander as the composer for Cabaret, and Chicago. Eventually all three of them, William, James, and John, would win Academy Awards for their work.
Last week we talked about how PROLIFIC Suzanne Collins was. Now it’s time to talk about William Goldman:
He wrote 17 novels, one children’s book, 5 short stories, and 8 works of non-fiction (if you don’t count the books that assemble his screenplays).
He is a credited producer on 24 films, including the Princess Bride, of course, but also Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and the Stepford Wives, among others.
The Dish from Tisch: William Goldman was the script doctor for Good Will Hunting... which won Matt Damon and Ben Affleck the Oscar for best screenplay.
The Princess Bride was originally published in 1973, but we should honor it with its full title:
“The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern’s Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure, The ‘Good Parts’ Version, Abridged by William Goldman.” More on this later.
The book’s actual beginnings were in stories that William Goldman told to his daughters (he thankfully does not have a son).
The book was adapted into a movie, and William Goldman did write the screenplay (which makes sense given his background). The film was directed by Rob Reiner, and starred Robin Wright and Cary Elwes.
There was going to be a musical, but Goldman had a falling out over royalties with his partner, Adam Guettell, over royalties (Goldman wanted 75%, despite not touching the score). An orchestral suite from the score was performed at the Hollywood Bowl in 2006, but then the project went under.
Selected silly GoodReads reviews:
Ganesh - 2007 - 5 star review
“Funnier and more sexist than the movie.”
Andrea in 2007 added this to her “Want to read”
“Can't wait to read the book! I loved the movie, and not just because we got to see Cary Elwes without his shirt on…”
Patricia in 2007 gave it 4 stars and said
“The story is beautiful and the writing is humorous. My only problem is that it follows the traditional "damsel in distress" plot that has gotten so old. Princess Buttercup is a very weak female character, but I don't know yet whether the author is using her to make a statement about the roles of women in fairytales.”
Teddy's Notes on the Narrative Frame:
And THEN there’s the mock introduction to book itself. I am NOT ashamed to admit that I took a break and googled if S. Morgenstern was real or not. He is not.
Despite pulling directly from Goldman’s real life, including details like the book’s publisher (Harcourt), Goldman’s film career (like working on The Stepford Wives), and the name of his wife (Helen), the actual introduction to the book is a fictional frame story that sets up the “original” Princess Bride as a rare novel by Florinian author S. Morganstern. Florin is a fictional country, which is your tip-off, pretty much. Narrator/Adapter William Goldman is different than author William Goldman, despite the fact that real-Goldman DID adapt the Princess Bride, presumably “The Good Parts,” into a movie. Um, this is actually a cataloger’s worst nightmare.
Goldman was a fucking prankster and I am feeling tricked!!!
So there’s the lack of a big reunion scene between Buttercup and Westley, and Goldman claims in one of his little asides that he wrote one himself, but his editor wouldn’t let him put it in. Instead, readers can write to Harcourt publishers and request a copy of the fake-Goldman’s added reunion scene.
Many readers wrote in to the publisher and did receive a letter, but instead of an extra scene, the letter detailed the (obviously fictitious) legal problems that Goldman and his publishers encountered with the Morgenstern estate and its lawyer, Kermit Shog.
This letter was revised and updated periodically; the 1987 revision mentioned the movie, while the 25th Anniversary Edition published the letter with an addendum about Kermit's lawyer granddaughter Carly.
The 30th Anniversary Edition has a footnote that the three pages of the reunion scene were now available online. This is my edition! However, the website itself contained nothing but the text of the original three letters.
This website has since been taken down and superseded by the Houghton Mifflin Harcourt product page for the book, which provides the 2003 version of the Reunion Scene letter as a digital download.[14]”
The 25th anniversary edition’s epilogue mentions a sequel, Buttercup’s Baby, which the epilogue says was “having trouble getting published because of Legal difficulties with S. Morgenstern’s estate.” Later editions (MINE!) include a fake sample chapter, about rescuing Buttercup’s baby but that also includes flashbacks to Inigo’s past and training as a swordsman.
The chapter contains footnotes in which fake-Goldman is OUTRAGED to learn that the rights for the abridgement of Buttercup’s Baby were given to Stephen King.
Goldman was actually trying to write this sequel, as he admitted in a 2007 interview, but he died in 2018 without doing so.
Sarah's plot summary:
Our (actual) story opens on Buttercup, who is in the top 20th most beautiful women alive, and is a milkmaid in the country of Florin. On her farm she has parents who argue and a farm hand named Westley who answers all her requests with “As you wish”. She realizes she’s in love with him when she gets jealous, because she is a woman and jealousy is a main trait of women.
Westley leaves to go to America to make money so he can marry Buttercup. Later, Buttercup’s parents tell her Westley has been killed by the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Prince Humperdinck, the prince of Florin needs a wife and he cannot marry a bald woman (because women are only valued for their looks), so his creepy bff the Count Rugen helps him by bringing him to Buttercup where they agree to a loveless marriage.
Before the wedding, Buttercup is out riding when she gets (inconceivably) kidnapped by a trio of outlaws, Vizzini (the Scillian), Inigo Montoya (a Spanish Fencing master/wizard), and a Turkish Wrestler Fezzik. But (inconceivably), they are followed by a masked man in black. He follows them up the Cliffs of Insanity and battles Inigo and wins. Then he battles Fezzik and wins. And then he successfully defeats Vizzini which is inconceivable, but yet still happens via iocane powder.
Buttercup and the man in black continue running while they argue, the man in black slaps her, and she pushes him down a hill where he yells “As you wish” and we realize it’s actually Westley. Buttercup descends the very steep hill. They reunite! Turns out Westley didn’t die he BECAME the dread pirate roberts
But they are being hotly pursued by Prince Humperdink. So they rush into the Fireswamp, Buttercup falls into snow sand, they deal with ROUS-es and come out alive on the other end only to be met by the Prince. Buttercup swaps herself for Westley’s safety but Humperdinck and Rugen are lying to her about it. They are going to take Westley to the Zoo of Death and torture him.
Anyway, Buttercup has nightmares and realizes she can’t marry the prince, so she tells the Dink himself and he promises to send his 4 fastest ships to get Westley. But remember, westley is being tortured. Humperdinck is planning to kill Buttercup cause he wants to start a war with Guilder.
It’s the day of the wedding, and cut to our friends Inigo and Fezzik, who were separated after their defeats. Fezzik finds Inigo, sobers him up, and they quest to find the Man in Black aka Westley, because Fezzik has found the six fingered man (Count Rugen), who killed Inigo’s dad and who he has sworn revenge upon. They want the man in black help them plan because Vizzini is an asshole who told them they were stupid. So they hear Westley screaming from torture and find him after traveling through all the levels of the Zoo of Death. They bring him to Miracle Max and Valerie, and Max and Valerie help bring him back from being “mostly dead”.
Westley devises a plan to invade the castle during the wedding, and the commotion caused by this prompts Humperdinck to cut the wedding short. Buttercup decides to commit suicide when she reaches the honeymoon suite. Inigo pursues Rugen through the castle and kills him in a sword fight. Westley reaches Buttercup before she commits suicide and drops the most baller line of all time“There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
Still partially paralyzed, Westley bluffs his way out of a sword fight with Humperdinck, who shows himself as a coward. Instead of killing his rival, Westley decides to leave him alive. The party then rides off into the sunset on four of the prince's purebred white horses. The story ends with a series of mishaps and the prince's men closing in, but the author indicates that he believes that the group got away.
Book Recommendations:
If you love the Princess Bride we recommend reading Howl's Moving Castle by Diane Wynne Jones
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As you might have gathered from some of the statuses I've posted this past week, I'd been re-watching the 2006 BBC Jane Eyre miniseries in honor of Valentine's Day (no, I will not accept criticisms), and although this is still probably my favorite adaptation of the book, can I just say, CAN WE PLEASE EVER GET A VERSION OF JANE EYRE WHERE BOTH OF THE TWO LEADS ARE NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE???
The book keeps going on and on about, "Oh, Mr. Rochester is not handsome, he kinda looks like a Sasquatch, but I'm into that, IDK" and "No rich gentleman would ever want to marry me because I'm so plain and unattractive, not even one who looks like a Sasquatch." There are some pretty intense digs at both characters' looks in the book and they kept them in the miniseries without changing them, and it almost felt like I was in an alternate dimension with the same beauty standards as that one Twilight Zone episode. You know the one.
True, Ruth Wilson is a little bit of an unconventional beauty (and, I must say, fantastic in the role), but she's still played Hedda Gabler. Nobody who has EVER played Hedda Gabler can be expected to say lines with a straight face like, "Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?" In the scene where she draws contrasting portraits of herself and the hot lady she thinks Rochester wants to marry, it's almost confusing because it's just, like, two lovely portraits of pretty women. It feels like that SNL skit where the hosts are like, "Who wore it better? THEY BOTH LOOK NICE!!!!" Like, yeah, Jane wears ugly gray dresses and severe hairstyles and she doesn't have 'Hollywood' teeth, but she also has a SNAAAATCHED waist, beautiful eyes, and a flawless complexion. She pulls off the no-makeup makeup look in a way that instagram skincare influencers could only dream of. If 2006 Ruth Wilson went back in time to the 1830's, men would have fits of apoplexy falling over each other proposing to her.
So yeah, I would say they made Ruth Wilson, like, "Hollywood homely" for the movie, but Toby Stephens as Mr. Rochester was just... laughable. I don't say that to insult him! It's not his fault he's not ugly! He did a great job! I very much enjoyed his performance and I actually think they styled him perfectly for the role-- which is quite a feat, given that he's got ginger hair and blue eyes in real life, not what you'd expect out of a guy who's the stereotypical dark, brooding type. But OH MY GOSH. Dude has the slightly rugged but still classically symmetrical look of a male model who has a bit of sun damage from spending too much time picking up babes on the beach. If Toby Stephens' version of Rochester is supposed to be ugly, the rest of us are doomed. The rest of us are basically crusty limpets on a dehydrated desolate rock if he's ugly.
When Jane's having a conversation with him early in the miniseries, she's kinda staring at him, trying to figure him out because he's kind of weird and unpredictable, and he says sarcastically, "Oh, do you think me handsome?" and she blurts out, "No sir." And he's like, "What if I told you I have 20,000 pounds a year? Would I then become handsome?" and she savagely says something along the lines of, "I don't think anything in science would allow that, sir."
My favorite line in the whole darn book is after he's badly injured in a horrible accident near the end (won't spoil what happens for those of you who don't know the ending; I didn't know the ending the first time I read the book and it GOT ME GOOD) and he says, "Am I hideous, Jane?" And she says, "Very, sir. You always were, you know." It's HILARIOUS because it's not at all what you'd expect from someone who's frankly having a very emotional reunion with the person she loves who has experienced a life-altering tragedy. But in the miniseries, it was hilarious in a very different way because... dude looks great. Dashing, even.
My friend joked that his appearance after getting injured was basically the treatment they gave to Gerard Butler in Phantom of the Opera, but honestly, it was even more pathetic. He had some very faint scarring around one cheek bone/eye socket that I didn't even notice at first and a contact lens that made one pupil look sort of oversized and oblong-shaped, giving him kinda a David Bowie vibe, and he had a bandage wrapped around his hand. If you saw your boyfriend looking like that, you might think he got in a moderate car accident and had a sprained wrist and a bit of a concussion. I'd think that if you already had a very handsome Rochester cast, you wouldn't be afraid he'd be too ugly for the screen if he actually looked seriously injured, but nooooooo.
Again, not to spoil what injured him, but he was lucky to have escaped with his life. In the book, he had one eye knocked out and was temporarily blinded in the other, and one of his hands was amputated entirely, as well as having some minor burns on his forehead and eyebrows. They could at least have given him an eyepatch instead of just having him squint a little. Oh, and supposedly, his hair was supposed to be really overgrown and unkempt and tangled because nobody was looking after it, and they kept the part in the miniseries where Jane is like, "Oh my gosh, let me comb your hair, it's a mess," but... his hair looked great? Certainly better than mine ever has.
On a less goofy note, I think Jane Eyre has a bit of a special significance for most of us who grew up feeling like we were too ugly to see ourselves in Disney princess movies or rom-coms or, heck, Jane Austen novels. As messed-up as that book is (I love it, though), it felt like the first time I ever saw a woman who wasn't conventionally attractive actually experience romantic feelings and have them returned. Before I read Jane Eyre, I was only capable of seeing myself in comic relief characters and villains and ugly dude characters whose storylines aren't defined by romance. The first time I read the book, I didn't really 'get it'-- I think I wasn't mature enough yet in 8th grade-- but I remember when I had my first real, serious crush a year or so later, I thought, "I think I'm ready to read Jane Eyre again," and wow, did it pack a punch.
The book totally nails how it feels to develop feelings for another person for the first time when you never really saw yourself as the type of person who gets into relationships. It also captures how it feels to be drawn to another person and become so fond of and appreciative of their features because they're theirs, even if they don't initially seem to be society's ideal of beauty. (Most young teens are still in an awkward phase and growing into ourselves. Our first romantic interests don't usually look like Hollywood stars, and nor do we.) It felt like there was something real in Jane Eyre that I hadn't yet seen in other books with romance plot lines, even though there are so many wildly improbable and bizarre and awful elements of that story that would and should NEVER happen today.
It would be great to see an adaptation of Jane Eyre that keeps that vibe in mind. We've had a few where Rochester isn't your typical leading man, but it seems like in those cases, they cast an even more than usually beautiful Jane to compensate. It might be a bit of a tough sell to hold a casting call: "ARE YA UGLY BUT STILL HAVE THAT CERTAIN SOMETHING THAT MAKES PEOPLE GO, 'HOOO, THEY'RE NOT MY USUAL TYPE BUT I'M KINDA INTO IT????' Step right up!" But let me tell ya, it sure feels weird to watch a screen adaptation of the only 'ugly people in love' story I'd ever experienced other than DANG SHREK as a young person, at a much more self-confident and mature place with regards to your appearance than you were back then, and be like, "Wow, I'd never even be considered for this role because I'm still too homely to play the homely romantic lead!"
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A Slightly Less Brief Analysis of Women’s Fashion in POTC
So, I recently made a post about how Pirates of the Caribbean clothed its female pirates (spoiler alert: the originals did it better). Now, let’s give some love to the gowns! Fair warning: Ranting over back-lacing will occur.
For those of you who don’t know, most 18th century gowns (with the notable exception of court gowns) did not lace up the back, as is so often presented in movies. They always fastened in the front. There are two major styles: The robe à l’anglaise (left), which fastened straight up the front, and the robe à la française (middle and right), where the two sides of the open front were pinned to a stomacher.
To begin with—Elizabeth’s classic gold dress! From the front, this one looks like they’re going for a robe à la française, but in the back it looks like a robe à l’anglaise. But still, no back-lacing, and the pleating is lovely! It clearly pins to the stomacher in the front! This is a really beautiful gown, and one of my favorites in the franchise.
In this very blurry screenshot, you can see that when Jack removes this dress to save Elizabeth from drowning, he rips it open from the front. This is proper costuming, people!
The plum dress is a bit of an anomaly. First of all, no back-lacing, so yay! The thing is, though, this dress is really more 17th century. The neckline and voluminous sleeves are almost more 1660s, but dresses in that era actually DID lace up in the back. This one is a mashup of late 17th and 18th century fashions, but it looks like something that could’ve been sitting in a trunk for decades, and I don’t hate it. Moving on.
The dress Elizabeth wears at the end of TCotBP is most definitely a robe à l’anglaise. Granted, those buttons are 100% just for show, and I cannot for the life of me figure out how they got her into this, because it does NOT have back-lacing (as shown by these blurry screenshots). But it generally looks pretty good, and it’s very period. It reminds me a lot of the robe à l’anglaise for reference at the top of this post.
Elizabeth’s wedding dress also doesn’t have back-lacing. As shown in the right-hand picture, the open jacket clearly pins to the stomacher. This type of jacket is called a caraco or casaquin, and it was worn throughout the 18th century.
Above are a set of historical examples of caracos/casaquins.
What’s incredibly important to note about the gowns (at least on principle characters) in the original trilogy is that they aren’t 100% accurate. There are definitely mashups of eras and little anachronisms and Hollywoodisms. However, there are a lot of things about 18th century that Hollywood almost always does incorrectly, and back-lacing is one of the biggest ones. Even films renowned for gorgeously accurate costumes (The Duchess, Marie Antoinette) sometimes suffer from back-lacing and other issues. Therefore, the fact that a Disney movie that’s half fantasy can get these things right is a big deal. Like, a really big deal. They didn’t have to put so much effort into this—but they did. For what it is, this is actually quite impressive costuming, and I am forever grateful.
AND THEN. And then DMTNT came out. I largely have one thing to say about the costuming in this movie, and it is this: I hate it. Passionately. Granted, it’s pretty average for a neo-historical adventure movie, but it’s incredibly disappointing considering how much detail the original trilogy clearly paid to the look of the period!
The first time I saw this scene, I thought, “Oh yay! It opens from the front like it’s supposed to!” But, dear readers, I was wrong. I was very wrong.
Upon a later rewatch, I noticed that, actually, Carina’s dress DOES have back-lacing. And it opens from the front. Is anyone else’s mind exploding right now? Why—WHY—would a garment open from the front AND THE BACK? Especially considering that in this period, sewing openings in clothing was time-consuming. People could afford neither the time nor the money to do unnecessary, impractical things when making their clothing. Honestly, this isn’t just a historical accuracy issue—it’s a common sense issue. Clearly she can completely remove it by unfastening it from the front...so why on earth does it need to lace up the back? That’s not how this works! That’s not how any of this works! (An exception to this is men’s waistcoats, which buttoned up the front but also had partial lacing up the back to control the fit. But, trust me, that is very much not the same thing.) This is just lazy.
So, yet again, through far too much nerdy analysis, we can see that the original trilogy actually had quite good women’s gowns for the general period, while DMTNT is just ... far, far inferior in quality, detail, and accuracy. Such a downgrade.
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Dracula soundtrack, Wojciech Kilar 1992.
Wojciech Kilar isn’t a name that springs to mind when thinking of a film composer. Whilst most of the films he composed for were Polish he did have a relatively successful time in Hollywood, most notably for The Portrait of a Lady, The Truman Show & the Pianist.
Then there’s Dracula, the film is a classic. There were a few problems most noticeably Keanu Reeves & Winona Ryders absolutely diabolical English accents! The Direction & cinematic vision of fellow Pole Francis Ford Coppola mixed with Kilar’s style & Marries perfectly with the music. Coppola wanted a composer with a classical & traditional Eastern European feel & that’s exactly what he got.
The soundtrack is haunting & striking. The Piano & Violins are menacing & slowly reaching a loud drawn out climax in places. There are many peaceful & tranquil moments on the soundtrack which are quite beautiful, although on the underbelly of the tranquil pieces there is almost always a subtle dark piece chugging away. You have your standard Choir type singing going on but it works well where it doesn’t in many other Horror Films. Sure it has a few generic parts like The Hunters Prelude but The Brides is something special & would definitely recommend listening to even if the album isn’t to your taste. It’s over the top but so is the film & Gary Oldman’s brilliant take on the Count himself.
Favourites on the album are -The Beginning, Mina’s photo & The Brides….. Give Lucy’s Party a listen, I think it’s extremely creepy. Try it on Spotify!
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Not sure if you got my other ask before but I want to try again cause I feel like you might understand me, I really dislike the Sonic Movie, since not only do I feel it hardly relates to the games but I just dont like fart jokes and generic road trip hollywood movies but it bothers me to see MovieEggman being praised and having seen people saying he's the best version of Eggman?? that's not Eggman that's Jim Carrey
Yeah I honestly feel the same way, I think it's pretty generic and predictable as any live action movie where a human finds some animated little guy and then they have to go on an adventure that usually involves a road trip to escape/stop the bad guy. That doesn't appeal to me in any movie, so making it Sonic still doesn't make me any more of a fan.
If people don't mind the tropes and like the movie then I'm happy for them but personally I already knew it wasn't going to be my thing years back, when we found out it was going to be live action. I really don't think this series works in a live action setting, the Sonic universe and characters are so colorful, beautiful, and cartoony fun in a way that can't be matched in real life.
Also yeah to each their own as long as they aren't hating on other versions/designs but I really don't think jimbotnik is the best version, especially because I don't like him at all lol. He may share basic traits with og Eggman but his way of presenting them is much different and I don't feel he captures the essence. He's still as carrey like as possible in design and presentation, even in the second movie.
And yeah people have told me to be grateful because the movie has made more people like Eggman but there's thousands of people that only like jimbotnik exclusively and even hate on the og Eggman. And jimbotnik already has so much more fans, praise, fan art, fanfics, gay shipping, and ns4w than og Eggman has had in 30 years and ngl it stings.
I've seen a bunch of jimbotnik fans dissing og Eggman by calling him 'ugly' for his various features and also being fatphobic. It still bothers me that any other version didn't become anywhere near as popular as jimbotnik, no version of the character was so immensely popular and praised than the one version that's skinny and considered conventionally attractive. I know that plays a big undeniable part in it.
And him being more like carrey and less like Eggman was intentional, even in the second movie. They're using a big Hollywood actor and they know keeping his likeness in appearance and actions more than Eggman would make him appeal to more people. And it works because I've seen a lot of people praising it for being 'classic carrey' and a lot of the people that find him hot only think so because it's carrey. (which I really don't get sorry fjsjfnskgnskg)
I'm really surprised by how different jimbotnik both looks and acts than og Eggman, it's just wild to me that it's possible to like a version of the character for the exact opposite reasons than one does with og Eggman because they're so vastly different in a number of ways. I still feel like jimbotnik, especially with his look throughout most of the first movie, could've been a completely different character.
And then people assume I must like jimbotnik too because I've always liked og Eggman, but he doesn't really have anything in common with what I admire og Eggman for in design, personality, and actions. Even more so when it comes to attraction as well, as og Eggman caters to my exact type in men in multiple ways while jimbotnik is very far from all that for me lol. It's super awkward when people think eggfucker means I wanna fuck carrey... he's not even an egg lol
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Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor
Warning: Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy, POV Changes
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Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?
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The change within you was instantaneous, and your body fought it like a foreign virus. You’d barely slept a wink the night before. You tossed. You rolled. You took up your phone and hovered over Henry’s contact only to put it back down and toss and turn some more. Half of you wanted to talk to him so badly, but the other half wanted you to practice some restraint. There was no happy middle ground, and because there wasn’t, you struggled to find any peace in your mind. By the time you managed to fall asleep, it was one hour before you had to get up to prep for your day. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a message from the culprit to your sleeplessness himself.
MSG Henry: Good morning, beautiful. I didn’t sleep a wink. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I must have picked up my phone ten times to text or call you. It’s torture not being able to hear the one voice you want to hear more than anything.
As soon as you read the words, your heart literally melted, and butterflies filled your belly.
“Christ almighty,” you whispered as your fingers itched to rapid-fire. Before you could catch yourself, you’d already typed out a reply and sent it.
MSG: Good Morning to you too, handsome. I know what you mean. I didn’t sleep either. I almost called you so many times. I think you’re addicting.
You reread the message then groaned at the last sentence.
“Really, Aliya, addicting?” You rolled your eyes hard and pushed to get yourself ready for the day.
By the time you’d left the hotel, he still hadn’t replied, and you regretted responding altogether. So, here you were sitting in one of your four meetings for the day trying to keep your head in the game and your mind off of Henry’s lips, or his eyes, or the feel of his muscular arms around you. It was proving more complicated than it sounded. When you weren’t thinking of his lips, or his eyes, or his arms and kisses, you were overthinking your message and his lack of response.
A little more than halfway in your first meeting, your phone went off, and you had to make yourself slow down and not leap for it. Nonchalantly, you glanced at the screen and saw Henry’s name.
MSG Henry: Addicting, huh? I like that, but you should not be talking. I have been addicted to you since the day you bumped into me.
Any worries you’d had the last few hours melted away, and a smile spread across your face.
MSG: Do tell me more, Mr. Cavill.
Barely a minute passed before another message came in.
MSG Henry: I would rather tell you while looking in your eyes so you can see the depth of which I mean them in my eyes.
You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes. He was different alright, you thought.
MSG Henry: I’m sorry it took me this long to reply. I’m trying to finish up all business between today and tomorrow. I had to hide my phone from myself, or else I would have been messaging you this entire time.
You couldn’t lie. That felt good to know that he was having as much of a struggle going about his typical day to day tasks as you were. The knowledge of that comforted you, but it also worried you. This thing was still so new. For the duration of your meeting, you texted on and off. It continued as you moved to your second and third meetings, and by then, your focus was shot. The only thing you cared about was what he was saying.
You loved how open he was. He always found a way to describe to you just what he was thinking or feeling while still remaining mysterious enough to have you wondering what he felt and thought. It was interesting. You’d always been able to predict every man that tried to enter your life. You could predict their motives, what tactics they’d use to try to weasel themselves in, and you often could predict how things would end. With Henry, you’d been having a difficult time with those predictions. It bothered you.
By the time you got back to your hotel room, it was nearing seven o’clock. You wasted no time putting your phone on silent to concentrate on a little self-care beginning with a soak in the jetted tub. You did your best to keep your mind open to allow the meditation track you played to really work at loosening the knots in your shoulders and tension in your neck. The stress of your life, mainly from work, was really beginning to show. It had always shown, you just never listened to your body whenever it told you to slow down or take it easy.
Many of your friends and family teased you that you lived to work instead of working to live. There were times you were inclined to agree with them because you didn’t need to work so much to maintain the lifestyle you were accustomed to. You had more money than you knew what to do with. You could afford to take time off to recharge but, you’d lived with the belief that the less time you had to be idle, the better it was for your mental and emotional health. Idle hands, after all, were the devil’s playground. You’d grown so accustomed to working nonstop that you didn’t know how to just do nothing.
After almost two hours in the bath, as you walked into the bedroom, you saw your phone light up. It was an incoming call from Henry. Sighing, you plopped onto the bed, trying to fight back the smile that wanted freedom. The smile won the battle.
“Hello?”
“Did I wake you? I called earlier but--.”
“No, I’m awake. I put my phone on silent and took a long bath,” you clarified.
“Ah, that sounds relaxing. Maybe I should try that. I’m feeling this burnout more and more.”
“Those who are serious about their craft work too much.”
Henry sighed softly, and you wondered if there was a hint of mint and Guinness on his lips.
“I don’t want to work tonight,” Henry declared. “Tonight, I want to be with you.”
You dropped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Oh, do you now?”
“Yes,” Henry confirmed, his voice dropping in baritone. Your belly fluttered, making you press your palm against it.
“Have you eaten?”
“I haven’t,” you breathlessly replied.
“Good. I’ll be around for you in forty-five minutes.”
You sprang upward. “That’s not enough time.”
“Oh no? High maintenance are you?”
You snorted and shook your head, hearing the tease and challenge in his voice.
“Forty-five minutes then, just don’t get mad when I don’t look like pictures in magazines,” you quipped.
“Come as you are.”
Your reflection caught your eye. Because you’d gotten your hair slightly wet in the tub, it was now in a half natural half blown out state, making you look crazy. You doubted forty-five would be enough to tame it.
“See you soon,” you said before hanging up to focus on getting yourself together.
Forty-nine minutes later, you were dressed and on your way down in the elevator. As it made its way down, you assessed your appearance, thankful you were able to straighten your hair again to add a few loose curls. Part of you hadn’t wanted to bother, but you knew the dress you were going to wear would be better complemented with a sleek look. Your eyes skimmed the half sheer and half bodycon black dress you wore, loving that it was the right mix between sexy and classic. You added another layer of your mauve tinted lip gloss and just in time for the doors to open.
It didn’t take long for you to spot him sitting in the lobby where one of the big-screen TVs were placed. He was watching a rugby match. You crossed the black and white designed tiled floors and approached behind him. When you dipped to his ear, his scent almost had a moan escaping you—almost.
“Either, no matter where you are, you gravitate to rugby, or I took too long,” you whispered.
Henry turned, and the moment his eyes landed on you, a dumbfounded look washed across his face. You tried not to bashfully look away as you watched his jaw drop when his eyes took in the full view.
“Wow.”
A giggle that would have been nauseating from someone else slipped from you, making you press your fingertips to your lips.
“You’re breathtaking.”
You smiled, then gently tapped his chest.
“Stop.”
“I’m being completely truthful.”
Those damn butterflies made their presence known once again.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Henry held out a single peony to you. “For you.”
As you took it, your smile widened. “Wow, one of my favorite flowers.”
“Is that so?”
You nodded.
“Hmm, happy coincidence,” Henry replied as he stood and buttoned his suit jacket. Once done, he held out his arm for you. “Shall we?”
You nodded and looped yours with his, ready for whatever the night brought on.
-Henry-
As you sat across from him under the hanging flowers and dim lighting of the restaurant perusing the menu, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It could have been the way the golden light bathed your skin, giving it an almost glowing aura. Or it could have been the soft smile pasted to your subtle painted lips. It could have even been the spell of the restaurant, the classical music playing, and the sweet scent of flowers that surrounded the two of you. Whatever it was, he itched to touch you, itched to get closer, and itched to do nothing but find a way to keep a smile on your face.
“What?”
Realizing you were now looking at him, he smiled back at you.
“Nothing.”
“No, no. That’s a something look,” you said, still not able to not smile.
“It’s nothing,” he repeated.
“Henry, seriously. What is it?”
You reached out and gently slapped his hand, then rested it on top of the table.
“Nothing, really. It’s just—I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of you,” he admitted.
Your smile slipped, revealing a serious expression for a few seconds before you smiled again and dipped your head in a bashful way. Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, he closed the gap between your hands and took yours.
“Your parents must be proud to have raised such a charming son.”
He smiled, then shrugged. “She has five of them.”
“Bless her heart,” you added, making him chuckle.
A comfortable silence drifted between you as he enjoyed the softness of your hand in his and the way your warmth mingled with his. He could get used to this, he thought to himself. When the waiter returned to the table to pour the chosen wine into your glasses, you pulled your hand away, but he didn’t take offense.
“So, by this time next week, I will be off the grid,” he said after the waiter walked off again.
A quizzical look swept across your face.
“Off the grid? Are you a spy?”
He smiled. “I promise I’m not.”
Another waiter approached the table, this time carrying your selected third and final courses. He thanked the waiter as he laid the plates before you before he retreated.
“You were saying,” you prompted, lifting your dinner fork from the selection of three different ones to your right.
“I’ve earned some much needed R&R.”
With your fork paused at your lips, you smiled. “Oh, that’s great. Congratulations. When was the last time you took a holiday?”
He watched you chew and quickly got lost watching your mouth. It took him several seconds to regain his train of thought.
“Eh-em, uh—perhaps a year and a half, if we are talking about a true holiday.”
“Wow, that’s a long time.”
“What about you?”
You smirked, then scoffed. “Define holiday.”
He returned your smirk then rested his knife and fork atop the braised beef on his plate before he replied. “Time off, no work, nothing that you have to worry about that can cause stress, anxiety, or tension. Oh, and of course, sleeping late, drinking until three or four in the morning, fun every day, and feeling refreshed upon return.”
You smiled as you finished chewing. He watched you take another sip from your glass and knew the wine was only making your lips even sweeter than they already were.
“Ha! Jeez, when you define it like that, it’s been years upon years,” you replied.
“Not good at all.”
You nodded. “Tell me about it.” A soft smile was still on your lips as you placed another forkful of the pan-seared sea bass you were eating.
With those words, a thought formulated in his mind, and it was a thought he wondered if he put words to would you be receptive. The remainder of dinner passed comfortably. Another reason why he couldn’t stop thinking about you and enjoyed being around you was because your conversation was always excellent. There was never any form of discomfort or awkwardness between you. You easily talked about so many things, and the things you said were always thought-provoking and intelligent. While everyone thought you were just a pretty face, you’d repeatedly allowed him to see that the world knew nothing.
His hand was rarely without yours in it, and when he held your hand, you softly raked your fingernails against the palm and fingers. Every time you did it, the goosebumps that raced across his skin sparked a reaction that was visible much, much lower than his hand. Everyone else in the restaurant could have disappeared for all he knew because you’d captivated him and every single one of his senses.
By the time you left the restaurant, it was close to midnight, but you didn’t seem to care what time it was. You held onto his hand as you walked along The River Thames. He often did this late at night when he couldn’t sleep. It was really the only time he could come and not be bothered or recognized because he was more than likely the only one there. Tonight your laughter danced through the air, and the gentle ebb and flow of the water only helped the glistening light from the bridge and neighboring buildings shimmer that much more. It was quite romantic.
You stopped and pressed your back to the iron gating that kept pedestrians out of the river. You stretched your arms out, leaning back as if to really enjoy the gentle breeze.
“It’s a beautiful night,” you sighed out.
Just like that, he drifted closer to you until there were only a few inches between your bodies. When you came upright again, your smile was still bright, even realizing he was so close.
“Are you trying to push me in?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Never.”
“Oh no?”
“No,” he repeated, taking another step to you.
You bit your bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth, and he became even more painfully aware that he hadn’t sampled them since the night before.
“Unacceptable,” he whispered.
“What?”
Reaching out, he cupped your jaw and slid his thumb across your cheekbone while he slowly traced every inch of your face to his memory. When his eyes met yours, he fell another foot or two deep into the quicksand-like pit of his growing feelings for you. He was so close to going under it was alarming.
“It’s unacceptable that I haven’t tasted your lips in over twelve hours.”
He heard a soft gasp escape your lips, and it was the only sound you made before his lips pressed to yours. The only move you made was to entangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feel of your fingers against his skin brought those familiar goosebumps. He moaned, then pulled you flush against him. The feel of your body against his made his heart thump rapidly, and when you moaned against his lips, the need to consume you took precedence.
When he delved his tongue into your mouth, he was shocked when you swirled yours around his, and the sensual move had him pressing you firmly against the iron behind you. It was out of character for him to do this so wide in the open, but he felt himself doing things that no one would ever guess he would do when he was with you. Your soft nibbled on his bottom lip brought his mind back to the rising dilemma, rising being the operative word.
Pulling his lips from yours, he rested his forehead to yours. Both of you didn’t speak; instead, you were both lost in trying to catch your breath. Long moments passed, and in those moments, he fought to regain his composure. He’d never reacted to anyone the way he reacted to you.
“Come with me,” he whispered, his voice shakier than he’d expected.
Your eyes fluttered open, and he didn’t know if it was wishful thinking, but he swore he saw actual stars in them that put the night sky to shame.
“Where?”
“Away on holiday.”
You pulled back a few centimeters and gazed into his eyes more intently. He watched them dart from his left eye, then to the right and back again. Slowly the stars vanished, and humor replaced them.
“Good one,” you said before you laughed out loud, pulling your body from his.
“Oh my god, you really had me going for a second,” you said through laughter.
You took two steps as if to continue walking, but he laced his fingers with yours and pulled you back before him. You gasped, and the sound of it made him close the space between you again, pressing you onto the iron bars. With his body pressed to yours leaving no evidence of there being two bodies, you moaned, and the sound almost had him capturing your lips again. If he did though, he didn’t know if his hands would remain respectful.
“I wasn’t kidding.”
Your eyes were on his lips, and the desire for you to take control, almost overrode his desire to be in control—almost.
“What?”
“Come on holiday with me, just the two of us, a beach wine somewhere—anywhere.”
He saw the moment you realized he was as serious as a heart attack.
“You’re serious,” you reiterated.
“More serious than I’ve been about anything.”
You didn’t speak for the next minute, but you also didn’t move away. He decided he’d give you the time to consider it.
You scoffed before you spoke. “What? Henry—we can’t.”
“Why?”
You gaped at him as if he were insane.
“Why?” That was when you pulled away from him and took a few steps sideways while still leaning against the gate. “We—we don’t--.”
You looked as if you were wracking your brain for a response, but you also looked like you were trying to catch your breath.
“We don’t know anything about each other.”
He took a step to you. You didn’t move.
“Which is why a private holiday would aid in us getting to know each other—uninterrupted without the pretexts,” he replied.
Your eyes widened before you shook your head then turned to face the water. You peered out silently, baffled. “Henry—we can’t.”
He approached you, and as he leaned against the gate, you looked at him. “Tell me why,” he requested.
“Why—because—I—I don’t do—that,” you stuttered.
“What holidays?”
He saw the exasperation wash across your face before it went blank. You stepped away again, then cleared your throat.
“I have an early flight out tomorrow.”
It was hard not to feel the rejection, but he hid it the best he could. Nodding, he held out his arm for you to take.
“Then let’s get you back to your hotel.”
The entire ten-minute walk, his mind went from one thing to the next. He worried he’d come on too strong, or that he’d said the wrong thing, or somehow offended you. Then he went back and forth with his decision to even ask you. Part of him felt like maybe he was jumping a little too far ahead, but the other part of him felt there was nothing wrong with inviting you especially based on how things had gone the entire night and the vibes he picked up. That made him wonder if he’d read the evening entirely wrong.
When he stopped with you in your hotel's lobby, he was in no hurry to ask you again. He’d begun to feel quite stupid. His hurt feelings needed the night to recover. He took your arm from the crook of his elbow and held your hand. Again, you didn’t pull away. Deciding he couldn't afford to give you the time to, he lowered your hand and stepped away from you.
“Thank you for dinner.”
“T—thank you,” you said barely above a whisper.
He nodded and debated his next move. He took a timid step forward and kissed your cheek.
“Have a safe flight.”
“Thank you.”
This one was a whisper.
“Good night, Aliya,” he breathed out before he quickly kissed your forehead then walked away out the door and down the street without looking back.
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Hollywood’s Dead Lyric Breakdown
Our kind of love
It was once in a lifetime
Lana’s romance, though short-lived, was so good that it was something you could only come across once and never see again; although she is heartbroken in this song, she still has fond memories
It couldn't last
It was doomed from the first time
Lana knew from the start it wouldn’t last, perhaps from the first kiss or one of the other early relationship milestones
And you
Were '50s cool
Lana loves the fifties and a lot of her music references it; this man is perfect for her because he may have the style but also the suave, classic attractiveness she loves
In blue suede shoes
Elvis was known to have blue suede shoes, and Lana is a huge fan of the icon; Lana is essentially saying this man is much like her dream guy
But it was a cover for all of the trouble
You got into
Though this man was cool, and perhaps reminding her of what is considered a ‘romantic’ and ‘wholesome’ period, this man was in fact the kind of bad guy she goes for
I always fall for the wrong guy
Lana has a history, as documented in her songs, of going for bad guys who are either criminals, damaged or cruel
Things that are bad always taste nice
Even though this man is attractive to her, he is still not good for her
That's what girls like me do, lose you
Lana often sings of being the type of girl in doomed romances and losing dynamic but dangerous men; she is saying her tastes in men mean she will always get hurt
Don't tell me it's over
Don't tell me it's over
Lana pleads for this man to stay with her, which is emphasised by the repeating lyric
Hollywood's dead
This man reminds her of Hollywood, both in style and the way he is, so she sees it as Hollywood (him) literally being dead and finishing; however, Lana may be mourning the lost era of America now we are in the modern age
Elvis is cryin'
Lana is imagining Elvis is mourning for her loss much like she is, showing her connection to the period; Lana is also being realistic about these stars, as Elvis would certainly have not been the strong, sexy performer he was known to be – by the end of his life (the end of Lana’s dream Hollywood) he would surely be crying
Vicious in flames
Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols going up in flames again shows how the era of Lana’s Hollywood has gone; his turbulent life would have meant he would burn out quickly, as he did do, though the flames could also relate to the anger many may have felt to his alleged murdering of Nancy Spungen
Roland is dyin'
Roland may be Ruth Roland, the early Hollywood actor and producer
And in the light, you're sickeningly beautiful
Lana is seeing this man clearly, and despite him being just as beautiful as ever to her, he is sickeningly so – this could mean she feels a sense of unease about him or she simply feels so in love with him she has that butterfly-in-stomach sick feeling
Say goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful
Though Lana is telling him to say goodbye – asking him to leave her first essentially so perhaps she doesn’t have to – she still can’t help but see him as so beautiful; she could also be asking him to say goodbye because she finds him sickening as well, so uneasy
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handmaid - 23
PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader
WARNINGS: age gap
A/N: i wrote half this chapter listening to taylor swift’s enchanted which i dubbed a christmas song despite it not being a christmas song. i hope you enjoy xx
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The music was loud, too loud and Y/N could barely hear herself thinking. Between people congratulating Gwen and the overwhelming loud popular music, all Y/N wanted was to spend her birthday locked in her own bedroom reading Jane Austen but whenever she managed to dodge someone, a drunk associate would pat her on the back also congratulating her for her birthday. Darned drunk Daniel and his ‘it’s her birthday too’ sentence. Out of all 365 days in the year, she just had to be born on the same day as the heiress which she initially thought would make her invisible but suddenly everyone wanted to congratulate her too.
Dodging another one of her friend’s father’s drunk associates ready with a hiccupped speech, Y/N quickly climbed up the stairs, happily sighing when she finally got to some sense of quietness where she could read. Opening the red leathered book, Y/N let herself delve into the world of Jane Austen and the swooning love scenarios that came along with it.
With her nose stuck in the book, she started to pave around the floor, dancing around as she imagined the beautiful dance scenes in English regency balls. She could only imagine dancing with your loved one, with the shyness of the sun laying over winter snow, wandering eyes and slow, soft and comfortable dancing. She continued on her mindless dancing which was interrupted by her hitting something.
- Oop ... - Y/N looked up from a book into a pair of the most beautiful light blue eyes she had ever seen in her whole entire life. - I’m so sorry.
- No, I wasn’t watching where I was going. My fault entirely.
- No, I wasn’t paying attention.
- What are you reading there? - he pointed at her book which she had closed over her finger as to not to lose the place of reading. - Jane Austen? A favourite?
- I prefer Emma but Pride and Prejudice is a classic. Are you a fan?
- I’m more of a Charlotte Brontë kind of guy myself. - he gave her that sort of smile that only old Hollywood stars could pull off. The type of smile morphing into a smirk that pulled you in with its sense of effortless coolness and mystique. A dangerous smile if she knew better. - That is if we’re speaking of English writers. My father has a very long personal collection.
- Well, the Forrests aren’t the reading type from what I’ve gathered.
- Say, I’ve never seen you around before. Whose family do you belong to?
- Oh, I ...
- There you are. - a much older man, probably in his early 60s but very dapperly dressed with his hair pushed back and the same blue eyes the unknown man standing in front of her. She guessed they were somehow related by their matching features. - I thought we had discussed being late to meetings before.
- I got distracted, father. - the much younger man shrugged. Y/N stood there, playing with her fingers, fully aware that the atmosphere had shifted into something more awkward than what she preferred. It became even more uncomfortable once the much older man made eye contact with her, making her feel much more smaller than before, head snapping back to her feet. - You sure have a particularly familiar set of eyes there. Have we met before?
- No, I don’t think so. - she played with the ends of her hair, hoping the Earth would open and swallow her.
- What family do you belong to? I’m sure I’ve seen those eyes before.
- BIRDIE! - Y/N turned around to see Dan power walking towards her. - Gwen is waiting for you to cut the cake. Say goodbye, c’mon.
Y/N just stood there, not entirely sure of what to reply to Mr. Williams’ remarks about her. She wasn’t a mistress and she surely wasn’t aiming to be one on the women she had grown accustomed to see coming in and out of the house during her childhood. Sure, she was having some sort of ... affair, if it could be called that, with Sebastian but she wasn’t his mistress. No, she would never be his mistress for that to happen he would have to want to be with her and following last events, he really wasn’t. Besides, she wasn’t like him and she would never be like him.
- I understand your struggle, miss. It must be really hard to see the man you care for not care for you.
- With all due respect, Mr. Williams, I really don’t enjoy your assumptions about me or Mr. Stan. It’s incredibly disrespectful.
- He’s not gonna call you, birdie. I see you checking your phone but trust me. He might not be like his father where it matters but when it comes to women, they’re the same man.
- Don’t call me birdie. - she mumbled, the affectionate nickname given to her by Dan when she was younger losing its innocence as it came out of the associate’s mouth. - I really would like it if you left.
- Don’t be so upset. In this world you have to play dirty to get ahead and you’re surely get to get dirty to get ahead ... You’ll surely have enough money to do whatever you want if you keep going.
- I don’t want any money but I don’t wanna be part of this conversation. - she cleaned her hands against her apron, walking off the kitchen with a decisive step. Ignoring most questioning looks from those at the table, she climbed the stairs back to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
She was no mistress and she definitely did not want Sebastian’s money and the mere speculation that that was all she cared about made her sick to her stomach. If she were to care about money she would’ve gotten it very much early on. With sadness and heaviness in her heart accompanied by shame of being seen as nothing more than a passing fancy, Y/N sat down against her bed frame, hand moving to grab one of her bedside table books.
Out of all the books she blindly had to pick, out of all novels she had spent her teenage and early adulthood reading, the one she had picked was a particularly old one with a red leather binding and golden title letters. Her fingers softly moved across the cover, feeling the bumps and tears of time over the leather. It used to be her favourite during her early young adulthood years and Y/N was sure she had read it over a thousand times. As she opened the book, it fell onto a slightly crinkly page. She furrowed her brows, not remembering when she had crinkled the page until a polaroid fell onto her legs, photo front down.
Curiously, Y/N closed her book, setting it next to her in the bed before grabbing the polaroid on her legs. She swiftly turned it around, noticing her handwriting on the border ‘18th’. She smiled nostalgically noticing her young face in the sea of people, wearing an oversized babydoll dress which most likely belonged to Gwen, Mary Jane style shoes with the very same necklace nestled between her collarbones and a polite smile. However, what called up for Y/N’s attention was right in the middle of the photo, standing next to Mr. Forrest, was a man probably in his mid to late 20s wearing a dark burgundy suit which made her blink twice, making her pull the photo closer for inspection. His hair was a bit longer and shaggier and his face a bit fuller due to younger age but she could recognise those eyes everywhere. Dan was right, Sebastian had been at Gwen’s 18th and for all that was safe and holy she just couldn’t remember it.
Looking around as if she were afraid of being caught, she jumped off her bed, grabbing her book to stick the polaroid back inside and both of the objects inside one of her suitcase’s pockets, covering by various fabric items. Something told her that she had to question him about that particular event whenever she got the chance. Afterwards, she took her phone from her pocket to check if he had maybe tried to call her back or message her but nothing, only the clock and her lock screen. Two minutes past midnight, Christmas day. It was Christmas and that gave Y/N the excuse to give him another call. As expected by the darkest most negative part of her brain, all she heard was “The number you have dialled is unavailable, leave your message at the end of the tone”.
- Hey Sebastian, it’s Y/N ... you probably know, you have called ID ... - she was rambling and could hear her heart thumping on her throat as if they’d never spoken before. - I just wanted to say ... Merry Christmas.
- Hey Birdie. - Dan opened the door of her bedroom, making her drop her phone onto the floor by surprise. He furrowed his eyebrows at that behaviour. Y/N certainly didn’t use to be this easy to fright. - We’re opening presents, c’mon.
- Yeah, I’m going. - she forced a smile, grabbing her phone to finish the call before following him down the stairs.
Thirty minutes away from the place was she was spending Christmas, back in the Upper East Side, Sebastian was standing inside his office, brandy filled glass as he watched the sights from the large windows and how the snow fell disregarding and uncaring of any other circumstances.
He was much too lost watching various people come out of their houses to celebrate the snow, lost in his own thoughts until the beep of his answering machine removed him from his mind. He shot a look towards the rather old school device as a very familiar voice came through “Hey Sebastian, it’s Y/N ... you probably know, you have called ID ... I just wanted to say ... Merry Christmas.” He placed the glass on this desk, getting closer to the device, finger pressing the rewind button causing the melodic voice to return which wishes of happy holidays. The mob boss smiled at her rambling, how she would go on and on before stopping herself and how sweet she sounded at the end.
- Sir ... - a light knock on his door following by the creaking of the door made him remove his finger from the rewind button. - I’m leaving for tonight. Is there anything you require?
- No Amelia, thank you.
Back at the Forrests, Y/N was cuddled and wrapped with a red blanket, a cup of peppermint tea in hand as she watched Gwen open the large majority of the presents with a child-like enthusiasm along with Dan’s daughter Sophie. With a very soft and absent minded smile, she couldn’t help but get lost in her own fantasies as she watched Sophie’s eyes light up as she showed her father the stuffed bunny she had just unwrapped. All she could see was the Christmas tree back in the penthouse surrounded with various presents wrapped in shades of red and gold as a child showed Sebastian their own presents. Yet, she knew it was only in her mind and that she probably would see that but the child would be Gwen’s.
- Now it’s Y/N’s turn. - Mr. Forrest handed her a card sized present. - Merry Christmas, Y/N.
- Thank you. - she placed her tea cup on the table, carefully opening the present which led to another little box. Removing the lid, it showed a golden key with a matching gold bird keychain all surrounded by white cushioned fabric. - Oh ... thank you. Is it a necklace?
- No. - Dan chuckled. - It’s a house key.
- But I already have the key to this house.
- Well, dad and I have been discussing it and after Mr. Stan and Gwen get married, we thought you might want to start your own life. - Dan had that grin that seemed to appear whenever he was truly proud of himself. - So, we got you an apartment in Paris, like you always wanted. View to the Tower Eiffel and all.
- Oh ... - once again Y/N questioned her full on lack of happiness. She had a place to start her life where she always wanted, she had a house, one she didn’t have to pay for. Forcing a smile, she nodded her head. - Thank you so much, Dan, it’s lovely.
- I can help you make your arrangements after the wedding. - he added and started to ramble on how he knew a great interior designer while Gwen kept questioning her father how come she didn’t have an apartment in France, probably forgetting she had an apartment on almost every single European capital including London, Madrid and so on. She nodded, not really listening to his rambling until her phone vibrated on her jeans’ pocket. Looking down, she noticed a text from her phone company warning her that she had a message in her voicemail box.
- Can you excuse me? - she asked the people surrounding the living room, getting up from her comfortable position. All but one, Mr. Williams, nodded. He instead watched her with hawk like eyes as she removed herself from the living room and paced onto the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
She could feel her body shake, her breathing getting irregular as she dialled the number that led to her voicemail messages. As quick as a second, the voicemail started to play but instead of listening to anyone speaking all she could hear was low breathing mixed with the non existent sound of silence. Her heart sank, this was probably a butt dial. As she was about to turn off her phone a familiar roughed yet laced with sweetness and nervousness came from the speaker.
- Merry Christmas, my angel.
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