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benzedrine-calmstheitch · 6 months

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Good Omens season 2 referencing Powell & Pressburger films

Crowley's angel hair is modeled after Kim Hunter's hair as June in A Matter of Life and Death (1946).

Maggie's shop is called The Small Back Room in reference to 1949's The Small Back Room.

The red ballet shoes on the door of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death are a nod to The Red Shoes (1948). (Note : the klaxons sounding in Heaven at the end of episode 1 are said to be a nod to the alarm bells in The Other World in A Matter of Life and Death. Personally, I don't think they sound at all alike; they are only similar in both being alarms. Plus, it's an audio reference, which I don't have the skill or patience to include here. But it's there!)

In The Small Back Room, Maggie has a poster for the film Stairway to Heaven displayed. A Matter of Life and Death was released under this title in the US.

The tartan hills welcoming Aziraphale to Scotland are a reference to the tartan hills welcoming Joan to Scotland in I Know Where I'm Going! (1945). And of course, the third episode is itself titled "I Know Where I'm Going."

Jim drops the book My Best Games of Chess, 1924-1937, by Alexander Alekhine, onto a table in the bookshop repeatedly as he is discovering how gravity works. This book is featured prominently in A Matter of Life and Death.

When Aziraphale enters The Resurrectionist pub in Edinburgh, I Know Where I'm Going! is playing on both televisions (I'm pretty sure I found the right scene to match this screenshot). You can also make out the name 'Pressburger' on one of the posters in this screenshot, but we'll get to that later. . .

The family name on the mausoleum where Aziraphale and Crowley hide out with Elspeth and Wee Morag is Archers. It's never clearly seen in the show, but it can be seen in this BTS photo of the model used for Crowley's embiggening. The Archers was the name of Powell and Pressburger's production company. The interior of the tomb and the urns outside the full-size set also reference the Archers, and Powell & Pressburger individually.

In Mr. Arnold's record shop, one of the posters on the wall is for a UK music tour; either the band or the tour is titled Met By Moonlight. This is referencing Ill Met By Moonlight (1957), the final film Powell & Pressburger made together. (I personally think this one is a reach, as the title of the film is a line from A Midsummer Night's Dream and thus not really clockable to the outside viewer as a direct Archers reference, but apparently the intent was there so we're counting it!)

The Pressburger posters are more clearly visible during the Gabriel and Beelzebub rendezvous scene in The Resurrectionists pub. We can see they advertise 'Pressburger Scottish Lager,' which is of course a nod to Emeric Pressburger himself. (Unclear if Michael Powell has his own label that we just don't get a clear view of. . .)

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I clocked a couple of these myself, but they are all referenced in the X-Ray trivia on the Prime Video player. Would love to know if anyone has clocked anymore that aren't divulged. . .

#as a side note : please watch a matter of life and death #it is exquisite as a film and also very relevant to gomens interests #it's on youtube!#good omens #powell and pressburger #the archers #a matter of life and death #the small back room #the red shoes #i know where i'm going #ill met by moonlight

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neon-academia · 10 months

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bro i sketched a cute jurdan wallpaper for you bro 🛒

"𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥."

if you're lost dw, it's a scene from a fic i wrote :) i've had so many requests for art of this scene from ch.5 of snakes & lattes. clearly i had fun! it was a wonderful refresher sketch for working with this art style

links to the chapter and original post: post , ao3 , wp

#ill met by moonlight #a midsummer night's meme #snakes and lattes fic #tfota #the cruel prince #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jude x cardan #jurdan #tcp #tfota fanfic #tfota fanart #my art #my fic #broooo

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stabby-apologist · 6 months

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Favorite Quests: Ill Met by Moonlight

Huntsman of Princes, father of manbeasts.

#hircine #skyrim #ill met by moonlight #sinding #werewolf #lycanthrope #moon-born

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drkbogarde · 1 year

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DIRK BOGARDE in Ill Met by Moonlight (1957) dir. Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger

#Dirk Bogarde #Ill Met By Moonlight #1957 #Michael Powell #Emeric Pressburger #gifs*

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jeeyonshim · 1 year

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Ill Met by Moonlight is a 1-2 player game inspired by A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Choose between playing Titania or Oberon, and relive the halcyon days of your courtship to reveal your inner truth – and heal your love.

This game needs no dice, just an old copy of Midsummer Night’s Dream, a big black marker, and the will to tear pages out of your book >:)

Another 2023 Patreon exclusive!

#jeeyon shim games #jeeyon shim art #patreon exclusive #dirtgoblin community center #ill met by moonlight #ttrpg #blackout poetry #a midsummer night's dream

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m4g0rtz · 9 months

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Today's polish is completely unique to my collection. The base is a cool-leaning purple jelly that is packed with gold to green UP pigment as well as red to orange to green iridescent flakes. When I first applied this inside my house I thought "Ok, that's fine. Not my favorite." But once I went out into direct sunlight my mouth hit the floor. It is SO sparkly and SO shifty I couldn't get over it. I especially loved when the UP shifts to green and makes the base jelly go from purple to a blue-indigo color. I show that shift in the video so keep watching until the end of you want to see it. This is Ill Met By Moonlight from Bee's Knees Lacquer.

#nail polish 281 #manicure #bees knees #ill met by moonlight #purple #jelly #unicorn pee #flakeys

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wennemein-siblings · 7 months

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"Ah, the prey has arrived!"

"Whyn't y'all come down here an' say thet straight ta my face while I introduce my pistols ta ya!"

#shani wennemein #tes #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #Hircine #Ill Met By Moonlight

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alexanderdragonborn · 1 year

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I just finished. I'll Mey by a Moonlight. I kind of have mixed feelings because I usually let Sinding live. However, Xelzaz and Redcap pointed out good points. So I switched my usual with the quest.

I was also inspired to write this mini story. Especially since I told Xelzaz I felt pressured with the werewolf.

When I first transformed into a werewolf, my companions protect me, but I couldn't just run away because people interfered. Some people do end up dead.

(Shortly after the quest)

Misara: Xelzaz?

Xelzaz: Hmm?

Misara:I uhh...wanted to thank you and I should thank Redcap too. For helping me make a decision with Sinding.

Xelzaz: What do you mean? You wanted him to live?

Misara: Part of me wanted to. However, I was not just blinded by pity. I was calling myself a monster, too.

Xelzaz: Right...with you being a werewolf. But as I recall, you don't remember what happened? You told Remi that.

Misara: No, I don't remember what happened. But when I went to Whiterun there were some people angry with me. I found out that I killed Mila's Mom, Braith got hurt, I nearly killed Nazeem and killed some guards. Since then, I *sighs* couldn't look at myself. I hated myself.

Xelzaz: You do realize that was *your* first transformation. I haven't seen you transform since that ring. You were pressured.

Misara: It doesn't change the guilt I feel. I'm still not ready to face them. But when he called himself a monster, I felt I could sympathize with him. As for the ring. The curse transforms me whenever it wants to. However, what I realize is I could see you all and feel safe. I didn't feel threatened or feral. I knew where I was.

Xelzaz: We will find a cure. That I can promise you. I understand you're not ready, but if you ever want to increase the chance to cure yourself, you'll need to go back. We're not finding any luck so far. I'm glad you came to your senses, though.

Misara: I suppose you're right. I'm just really angry at them and myself. I just need time.

Xelzaz: That's fair. Whenever you're ready, Dragonborn.

Misara: Thank you Beeko.

Xelzaz: No problem Misara.

#skyrim #ldb #xelzaz #Ill met by Moonlight #Milha-Ma #redcap

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beastlyburden · 2 years

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Ill Met By Moonlight [Complete]

((Entirely of the Ill Met By Moonlight plot, compiled into one post for easy reading))

[i]

Despite it being nightfall, the area was well lit. The moon hung high in the sky, cloaking the world in bright, silvery light. The Beast was pleased. The light helped it to see, and it would not have to rely on just it’s sense of smell and hearing for this Hunt.

It smelled elk nearby, and made its way through the forest, not bounding through but not being slow and cautious. After all, it was a beast of the Hunt, not prey. Moments passed as it hunted its prey, the beast focused on the tracking and movements of the elk. Finally, it was rewarded. The elk faltered in its path, and the beast pounced, taking the elk down and wrenching the life from it with a well-placed clamp of its jaws.

The beast fed.

Stomach sated for the time being, the beast stood and stretched, letting out a low grumble as it did. The night darkened as the moon was covered by a dark cloud. It was then a new scent caught its attention.

A familiar scent.

With a growl, it spun towards the scent, and began sprinting towards it. It barreled closer and closer, tearing through the trees as a black and grey peppered streak. Bright blue eyes widened at the sight it came across.

There, in a clearing, devouring its Hunt, was another beast. Dark, honey-hued fur, olive-colored eyes. The fellow beast stood upon its hind legs.

It was another bear.

The beasts stared at one another. The larger, darker bear began to circle the smaller, golden bear. Neither beast broke eye contact. The cloud parted, washing the beasts in bright moonlight.

They roared at one another.

Then they charged.

[ii]

The collision was explosive.

Roars filled the night as the beasts grappled, neither wanting to be overpowered by the other. Claws dug into flesh, teeth tore at skin, until the furred forms shoved at one another, pushing the other from itself.

Blood dripped from various scratches, gouges, bites and shredded skin. The two had rolled throughout the forest, now their fur was matted with blood, mud, and flecks of foamy saliva.

Neither moved towards the other, each Beast well aware of the stinging, burning wounds they bore. Neither moved, but neither broke eye contact either, each pair of eyes wild with fiery anger.

Their breathing was heavy, both clearly tired from the brawl, but the larger made a mistake. It adjusted its footing, leaving a gap for the smaller, golden Beast to make a move. Once again, they were squirming and tearing at each other’s flesh, roaring and snarling in pain and anger.

The larger successfully headbutted the smaller, sending it reeling backwards. Then the larger pounced, tackling the golden Beast, and the two slipped and tumbled and slid down the side of a hill.

Exhausted, injured, and dizzy from the loss of blood, the two Beasts could do nothing but stare at one another from across the valley floor. Glaring, they lay in the thick leaves and muck, breath labored.

The moon disappeared once again from the sky, as day began to break. The two Beasts roared and groaned as their bodies shifted back into that of a human form. Early morning sun shone through the trees, leaving the two Nords to slip into unconsciousness as their exhausted bodies attempted to mend.

[iii]

Sunlight. Talking. Moving. That’s what woke Arlow from his slumber. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, only to be pushed back down again by small, gentle hands.

“Wha—”

“Lay still, sir,” a young voice said, and his heart sunk at the sight of a wide-eyed child. The boy had to be no more than eleven years old and looked terrified. What had he done the night before? He did as the boy asked, but couldn’t help but look around.

Arlow was in the back of a carriage, the wooden form rickety, but capable of carrying what seemed to be at least half a dozen people. Two children were in the carriage with him. A small boy, who was seated next to him, and girl, seated with her legs hanging off the back of the carriage. A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, was seated directly next to him, and someone was behind her, but Arlow couldn’t see. Someone else was at the reigns, and Arlow craned his head to see, but only saw the back of a dirty hat.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, and his screaming muscles and joints told him it was likely his fault. He felt his heart pound against his chest. Had he killed someone? Had he harmed someone of this family?

The woman next to him moved, crawling towards the front of the carriage as someone yelled for the carriage to halt. Arlow’s gaze followed her as she moved, settled on her as he awaited her answer.

“We have wounded men!” she cried, and motioned towards the back of the carriage. It was then Arlow turned to see the other man, and he felt his blood run cold.

Laying across from him was a bloodied, thickly muscled Nord. Hair a dark, golden blonde; eyes a dark, olive green. He was glaring at Arlow. The man’s scent suddenly registered, and Arlow knew.

He was in the carriage with the other werebear.

[iv]

The conversation between the woman and the guards seemed far away. All sounds and sights seemed to dim slowly as Arlow recognized the man as a Beast. The man’s eyes never left Arlow’s, and Arlow had no choice but to glare back.

The two continued to glare at one another throughout their movement. The guards brought out two wheelbarrows and - against the insistence of both men that they were fine - loaded them up and pushed them into Whiterun.

The entire journey to the Temple had both men glaring at one another, even going so far as to lean and crane their necks to keep their eyes on one another.

Arlow noticed, with some guilty satisfaction, that the other Nord seemed worse off than he. Neither were sporting particularly fatal wounds, but the injuries ran deep in places and they had lost a significant amount of blood. Their beastblood would accelerate their healing, but might also raise questions.

The two were set up in bunks next to one another in the Temple, and subjected to questioning by the priests as the guards stood by, watching.

“What in the name of Talos happened?”

“Bear attack,” the blonde Nord said, eyes never leaving Arlow’s face.

“Aye, we were caught by surprise,” Arlow agreed, but looked from the Nord to the priest tending to him. “Lucky either of us made it out.”

“The woman said her brother found you both, by a small river in a valley,” a guard brought up, his tone and expression difficult to read with a metal helmet in the way. “What were you two doing so far in the woods last night?”

“Camping,” Arlow replied, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the other Nord nodded.

“Plannin’ on huntin’ this mornin’,” the Nord added, before he shrugged, wincing at the movement. The guard nodded in response, and started to turn, as if about to leave.

“Your names, citizens,” he suddenly asked, and faced the two men. “And any family members you might wish to alert.”

“Shadrach,” the blonde Nord replied, and shook his head. “Just tell the Companions I’ll be late. Ask for Fenris ‘n Tindra.”

“Arlow Bear-Maw. I’ve… no family here to inform,” Arlow replied, studying the one named Shadrach carefully. The guard nodded again and turned from the pair, leaving the priests to their work.

[v]

The priests had left the two men alone, allowing them time to rest. The two men were still, silent, resting. Until the priests were clear out of earshot. Shadrach was the first to speak, he turned on his side, glaring at Arlow.

“What the fuck is y’problem?” he hissed, his tone full of rage. Arlow was genuinely taken aback by the question, but felt his anger flare at the presence of the other’s.

"Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, turning so he could face the man but also keep an eye out in case anyone came near. “Did you think we’d never find one another again? Did you think I wasn’t looking for you? After what you did?”

The look of confusion on Shadrach’s face was not what Arlow was expecting. But his anger was too far gone. Before the Nord could even respond, Arlow was speaking again.

"I lost my friends. My life. You infected me with this disease, this curse, and I’ve been waiting for five years to find you. Hoping, praying, you’d return to Whiterun so I could finish what you started.”

"I didn’t give y’shit,” Shadrach snapped, the confusion not quite absent from his face, but overwhelmed by the anger he expressed. “Real sorry y’life got shit on, but I ain’t ever met y’sorry ass a’fore last night. All I know is y’smell like Heinrich, ‘n I’d be real fuckin’ thrilled if y’d stay the fuck away from m’from now on.”

It was Arlow’s turn to be confused. They hadn’t met? But he had the same scent as the Beast that turned — No. Not the same scent. Being so close to the Nord made it clear to Arlow. Their scent was similar, but not the same. In fact, Shadrach’s scent was similar to the one Arlow had. Which raised a new question.

"…who’s Heinrich?”

“The bastard that turned m’into this,” Shadrach snapped, leaning back into the cot with a pained wince. “Y’smell like ‘im.”

“You smell like the beast that turned me.”

There was silence between them, but Shadrach did turn his head to meet Arlow’s gaze. For a moment, Shadrach only stared, his dark green eyes studying Arlow’s expression.

“When did y’get turned?”

“Five years ago. A beast - a bear, like… us - was attacking a farmer’s cattle. I was a guard then. Went with two other guards to investigate. I was the only one that made it back,” Arlow explained, shame clear on his face. Had he mistaken this man, this fellow werekin, as the one who turned him? He looked back to the Nord. “Yourself?”

“Think it…might be… almost a year now. Was out with m’sister, in the Rift. Big creature came tearing through the woods, pounced on her. I got its attention, made her leave…” Shadrach trailed off, his eyes slowly dropping until the were focused on the wall in front of his feet. “Bastard knocked m’out ‘n dragged m’to some cave’a his. Then he… fed m’meat ‘n his blood. Said we was gonna be brothers.” A short, dry laugh escaped the man, and he shook his head.

“M’sister ‘n her friend saved m’the day a’fore I turned. They let m’outta the cage ‘n I stayed behind. Made sure Heinrich wouldn’t come find m’or m’sister. Made sure Heinrich wouldn’t make a family with anyone else.”

Arlow was quiet, his eyes studying the wall in front of him. It sounded like something a feral beast might have done in desperation. Shadrach didn’t speak again, and so much time had passed the other Nord thought Arlow had fallen asleep.

“He’s dead, then?” Arlow spoke so suddenly it caused Shadrach to jump. The Nord looked over at the older man, confused.

“Who? Heinrich?”

“Aye, Heinrich,” Arlow confirmed, nodding. “The beast that turned you.”

“Aye, he’s dead.”

“Good.”

The silence hung in the air for some time again, as both men settled into their cots, allowing their aching bodies to rest. The sunlight dimmed in the Temple as it began to dip below the horizon.

“I’m sorry, Shadrach.” The blonde Nord opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at the other Nord, uncertain.

“…s’alright.”

“No. I… I let the thought of revenge take over me. Let it control my behavior. Had I waited at all, had I allowed myself time to think… I might have noticed you weren’t the beast I was after.”

The other Nord was quiet, mulling over Arlow’s apology. Eventually, he reached out and patted the older Nord’s shoulder.

“Prolly would’a done the same in y’position,” Shadrach assured, and offered the man a weak, but genuine smile. “Apology accepted, ‘n all that. So long’s y’don’t come after m’again.”

“No, you don’t have to worry about that. If… Heinrich is the one who turned me and he’s… he’s really dead…” Arlow trailed off, uncertainty crossing his features. If the beast was dead, then what? Arlow was still cursed. Still unable to go back to his old life.

But, he had to admit to himself, this life he had built after the ruin wasn’t so bad. Sure, he was cursed, but he had learned to live with the beast. He was no longer a guard, but he was free to do as he pleased. Small jobs, working with his hands, there was honor in that.

“I suppose I’ll just keep going,” Arlow finally concluded, and smiled at Shadrach. For once, he felt calm, not on edge. He allowed himself to lay back and relax, and he heard the other Nord do the same.

Perhaps instead of an old enemy, he had found a new friend.

#ill met by moonlight #shadrach #honortoprove #drabble!#plot #arlow #arlowinfo

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illmetbymoonlight · 3 months

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Why can I not find the 1999 version of a midsummer night's dream on bluray??? With a cast like this one has you'd think it would have gotten a bluray release at least once... 🥺

#its where my fav url comes from...#ill met by moonlight #i was a weird Shakespeare loving kid in school

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stabby-apologist · 2 years

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Yall ever skin Sinding and receive the Savior's Hide and then moments later, you see him walking around as a werewolf?