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theodoradove · 8 months

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SF Silent Film Festival winter program!

Saturday, December 2, Castro Theatre

More information, tickets and passes at silentfilm.org

10:00 AM

OF MICE AND MEN (AND CATS AND CLOWNS)

A collection of animated shorts, 1908–1928

Some of the most creative films from the silent era came out of an inkwell! Our collection includes animated shorts from 1908–1928, films that outshine much of what followed. For sheer audacity and pure joy, these films by cartoon masters Including the Fleischer brothers, Pat Sullivan, and Walt Disney, can’t be beat!

Fantasmagorie (1908, d. Émile Cohl)

How a Mosquito Operates (1912, d. Winsor McKay)

Adam Raises Cain (1922, d. Tony Sarg)

Amateur Night on the Ark (1923, d. Paul Terry)

Bed Time (1923, d. Dave and Max Fleischer)

Felix Grabs His Grub (1923, d. Pat Sullivan)

A Trip to Mars (1924, d. Dave and Max Fleischer)

Vacation (1924, d. Dave and Max Fleisher)

Alice’s Balloon Race (1926, d. Walt Disney)

Felix the Cat in Sure Locked Homes (1928, d. Pat Sullivan)

Live music by WAYNE BARKER and NICHOLAS WHITE

12:00 NOON

THE WILDCAT (Die Bergkatze)

1921, d. Ernst Lubitsch

Pola Negri, Victor Janson, Paul Heidemann

Before director Ernst Lubitsch left Germany to ply his famous ‘Touch’ in Hollywood, he made a series of comedies that gave hints at what was to come. The Wildcat is his last German comedy and his most riotously zany. Subtitled ‘A Grotesque in Four Acts,’ Wildcat makes use of extravagant set design and eccentric frame shapes that lend a surrealistic edge to its antic energy. Pola Negri’s Rischka leads a gang of mountain bandits who ambush Lieutenant Alexis (Paul Heidemann) on his way to the local fortress, leaving him pant-less (and smitten) on the ice. Film writer John Gillett called the film “both an anti-militarist satire and a wonderful fairy tale.”

Live music by MONT ALTO MOTION PICTURE ORCHESTRA

2:15 PM

THE EAGLE

1925, d. Clarence Brown

Rudolph Valentino, Vilma Banky, Louise Dresser

Clarence Brown's rousing film displays a perfect blend of elements—romance, swashbuckling, a modicum of humor, and the great Rudolph Valentino! Not to mention the splendid production design by William Cameron Menzies and gorgeous camerawork by George Barnes. After Valentino's Russian lieutenant rejects the amorous attentions of Catherine the Great (Louise Dresser), she orders him arrested. Instead, he flees and becomes a masked avenger intent on righting the wrongs visited upon his father and his countrymen by loutish nobleman Kryilla Trouekouroff (James A. Marcus). But the nobleman has a beautiful daughter (Vilma Banky)...

Live music by WAYNE BARKER

4:15 PM

PAVEMENT BUTTERFLY (Großstadtshmetterling)

Germany/Great Britain, 1928/1929, d. Richard Eichberg

Gaston Jacquet, Anna May Wong

Luminous Anna May Wong goes from a fan-dancing carnival act to an artist garret and finally to the French Riviera where she accompanies a wealthy art patron around Monte Carlo, draped in haute couture. Wong left Hollywood in search of roles more fitting her talents than the racially-circumscribed ones at home. This Weimar title showcases her magnetism—when Wong is onscreen, you can't look away.

Live music by the SASCHA JACOBSEN ENSEMBLE

7:00 PM

SAFETY LAST!

1923, d. Fred C. Newmeyer, Sam Taylor

Harold Lloyd, Mildred Davis

Harold Lloyd's bumpkin salesclerk comes up with a publicity stunt that will bring attention to his department store and earn him the money to marry his sweetheart—scale the 12-story building like a human fly! Shot in downtown Los Angeles, the stunt has given us one of the most iconic images of the silent era—Lloyd precariously hanging over the city street, dangling from a broken clock. James Agee wrote: "Each new floor is like a new stanza in a poem; and the higher and more horrifying it gets, the funnier it gets."

Live music by MONT ALTO MOTION PICTURE ORCHESTRA

9:00 PM

FORGOTTEN FACES

1928, d. Victor Schwertzinger

Clive Brook, William Powell, Olga Baclanova

Heliotrope Harry (Clive Brook) and Froggy (William Powell) are partners in crime—genteel armed robbery—at least until the cuckolded Harry commits an even bigger offense. Before Harry goes to prison, he leaves his baby girl on the doorstep of a wealthy couple to keep her out of the clutches of his no-good wife Lilly (Olga Baclanova) and tasks Froggy with keeping close tabs. But Froggy is no match for Lilly...

Live music by the SASCHA JACOBSEN ENSEMBLE

#silent film #san francisco silent film festival #sfsff #castro theatre #i've seen three of the five features but they're all ones i'm happy to see again #(especially safety last!!!!)#(with mont alto doing the accompaniment!!!)

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izcana · 4 years

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Tommy and the Newt Pt. 1

"Little town, it's a quiet village..." The boy named Thomas murmured as he walked past the chickens pecking at seeds in his garden.

"Bonjour!" The many inhabitants of the village said, smiling politely at Thomas. He nodded back.

Thomas, clutching his precious book, skipped to the baker. On his way, he could vaguely hear the citizens' mutters. "He's strange, no question", "dazed and distracted, can't you tell?", "never part a crowd", "head always stuck in the clouds"

He ignored all of that. "Morning, Monsieur Jean," Thomas greeted, feeding one of his apples to the horse.

"Morning, Tom!" The hearty man said, grinning. "Nice book you're readin' there?"

"Yes, it's about a beanstalk and a –––" Thomas stopped his ramble when he saw that Monsieur Jean had stopped listening.

"Sounds boring," the man hurriedly replied. "MARIE! THE BAGUETTES!"

Thomas turned away and chuckled at the simplicity. "Bonjour, good day!" The villagers continued to great each other with repetitive chants. He watched the man selling fish flirt with a girl. "Bonjour, good day, how is your family?"

The girl giggled. "Bonjour, good day, how is your wife?" He stopped then.

"There must be more than this provincial life..." Thomas sang loudly, causing more than a few heads to turn his way. He ignored them and looked around of the quaint, peaceful yet boring and fake reality of his village.

***

"Morning!" Thomas called out enthusiastically as he rang the bell of the bookshop.

"Morning, Tom," Kevin Anderson, the library owner replied, climbing down from his ladder. "If it isn't the only bookworm in town!"

"Have you got any new ones?" Thomas asked, slotting his book onto the shelf he found it in.

"I'm afraid not...but you may reread any of the old ones you like."

"Thank you," Thomas said, smiling as he spotted the familiar green spine with worn edges. "That one's my favourite. It has everything, a –––"

"You may have it if you enjoy it so much," Monsieur Anderson offered.

"I cannot possibly!" Thomas interjected, holding the book out and staring into the green cover.

"No, no, I insist!" Monsieur Anderson said, pushing the book back to Thomas.

"Thank you, thank you!" Thomas was chanting as he bowed his way out of the door.

"That boy's so peculiar..."

"He looks pale; is he feeling well?"

"His nose always stuck in a book with a dreamy far-off look..."

"A puzzle to the rest of us is Tom."

Thomas raised his book up to shield himself from the harsh whispers and willed himself to pretend not to hear them. He knew he was different from everybody here and that was okay. There's more than this provincial life, they'll see. Probably, most of them don't even know what "provincial" means, Thomas snickered in his head.

He sat on the edge of the fountain, where maidens were washing their clothes and a sheepherder was chasing his dog and directing his sheep with a large, raspy voice. One of the sheep tugged at Thomas' sleeve and he laughed. "Oh, isn't this amazing?" He asked the sheep, not expecting it to answer. "It's my favourite part because...you'll see! Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter 3!"

"He's very beautiful of a boy, though, moles, pale skin," the shopkeeper commented. "His looks have got no parallel..."

"But behind that fair façade, I'm afraid he's rather odd," one of her triplets claimed, shaking her head disapprovingly. The other two nodded.

"Very different from the rest of us, nothing like the rest of us is Tom!"

***

"Look at him, Leavitt," Janson commented.

"You're such a brilliant hunter, Janson!" Leavitt praised, eying the wild geese they were carrying, shot clean in the eye. "No animal stands a chance against you...nor any girl or boy, for that matter."

"Yes," Janson said, puffing out his chest. If anyone was to comment on it, he looked ridiculous. "And he's the one I want to marry."

"The inventor's son? Thomas Edison?" Leavitt asked.

"Of course, he's the most beautiful, and that means he's the best," Janson claimed confidently.

"Yeah, of course, but –––"

"And don't I deserve the best?" Janson's voice had gone low. Almost like a soft purr, dangerous in quality.

"Yes, yes, of course, but–––"

"Ah..." Janson said, not paying any attention to Leavitt. "Right from the moment when I met him, saw him, I said 'he's so gorgeous' and I fell! Here in town there's only he, who's as beautiful as me! So I'm making plans to woo and marry Tom!" He proclaimed as they strolled into the town square on their horses.

"Look there, he goes, isn't he dreamy?" The triplets squealed. "Monsieur Janson, oh, he's so cute! Deep breaths, be still, my heart, I'm hardly breathing! He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome man!" All three of them then simultaneously swooned and both Janson and Leavitt ignored them. Janson had his heart set on Thomas and he was going to marry the boy.

"Bonjour!"

"Pardon!" Janson yelled, squeezing through the busy crowd to Thomas; the boy was reading a book again.

"Good day!"

"Mais oui!"

"One pound."

"Excuse me!" Janson called out loudly, pushing past people and shoving his way towards his prize – Thomas, with Leavitt desperately tugging on his trail.

"I'll get that knife."

"This bread, it's stale!"

"Madame's mistaken..."

"There must be more than this provincial life!" Thomas sang again.

"Just watch, I'm going to make Tom my husband!" Janson hissed.

"Look there he goes."

"That boy is strange but special."

"A most peculiar Monsieur..."

"It's a pity and a sin that he doesn't quite fit with us..."

"He really is a funny boy, that Tom!" A group of women exclaimed, sending Thomas looks. He pretends not to notice, again.

***

#newtmas #newtmas beauty and the beast AU #thomas as beauty #newt as beast #janson as gaston #maze runner #the gladers are the furniture #jorge is thomas' father #newt x thomas

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militarizedsubconscious · 7 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017), Beauty and the Beast - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stanley/Lefou Characters: Lefou, Mentions of Stanley, Mentions of Gaston Additional Tags: Reflection, Post-Movie(s), Short One Shot, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Lefou is too pure for this world, Memories Summary:

Lefou keeps a token, to remind him.

#beauty and the beast #fan fiction #disney #batb2017 #lefou #gaston #stanley batb #stanfou #robobabby art #shut up janson

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yohanan64 · 6 years

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Mort de Jean Piat, homme de théâtre et inoubliable voix de cinéma

https://www.francetvinfo.fr/culture/jean-piat-monstre-sacre-du-theatre-s-est-eteint_2947203.html

Jean Piat, qui s'était avant tout illustré sur les planches, est décédé ce 18 septembre. Visage de la série populaire "Les Rois maudits", le comédien avait aussi marqué pour sa voix qu'il avait notamment prêté à Gandalf, Scar ou Frollo.

Jean Piat naît en 1924 à Lannoy dans le Nord de la France, et fait ses études au lycée Janson-de-Sailly à Paris, où il reçoit une éducation catholique qui le marquera beaucoup. Passionné de théâtre, il prend dès l'adolescence des courts d'art dramatique, en cachette de son père, qui préférait le voir se consacrer à ses études. Il reçoit ensuite une formation classique au Conservatoire National, d'où il sera mis à la porte après avoir interprété Ah ! qu'il est beau le débit de laid, une chanson de Charles Trénet.

En 1947, après avoir joué des pièces de boulevard dans quelques salles parisiennes, il entre sur audition à la Comédie Française, dont il sera sociétaire de 1953 à 1972, puis membre honoraire. Il apparaît pour la première fois sur scène dans Le barbier de Séville en 1958. Acteur de tous les rôles, il est aussi à l'aise dans les pièces classiques que dans le théatre contemporain, dans les grandes tragédies que dans le vaudeville. Il interpréte avec un immense succès plus d'une centaine de rôles, dont Cyrano de Bergerac, à plus de 300 reprises. Il est également metteur en scène de plusieurs de ces pièces, dont les très belles versions des Femmes savantes de Molière et Jean de la Lune de Marcel Achard. Il débute au cinéma en interprétant le fameux personnage du journaliste Rouletabille, dans deux films adaptés de l'univers de l'auteur Gaston Leroux, Rouletabille joue et gagne et Rouletabille contre la dame de pique, en 1947. Mais même au cinéma, le théâtre reste sa principale préoccupation : il enregistre en versions filmées Le Bourgeois gentilhomme et Le Mariage de Figaro sous la direction de Jean Meyer. Il collabore avec son partenaire et ami de théâtre Sacha Guitry pour Le Diable boiteux en 1948, puis dans sa fresque historique Napoléon, dix ans plus tard. Peu sollicité par le cinéma dans les années 80, hormis le temps de deux collaboration avec le réalisateur Sergio Gobbi, il devient un véritable personnage clé dans le monde de la télévision : en deux séries, Lagardère et Les Rois maudits, il devient une référence incontournable connue et aimée du grand public. Plus discret dans les années 90, son talent de comédien sera surtout mis au service du doublage. Celui qui avait déclaré "Parler juste, c'est comme chanter juste, c'est un don. Mais ça étonne moins" sera ainsi à plusieurs reprises la voix des " méchants " dans les productions Disney, doublant Scar pour Le Roi Lion et le juge Frollo pour Le Bossu de Notre-Dame, ou dans les productions françaises Le Château des singes et Kaena, la prophétie. Reconnu pour son immense apport culturel au monde du théâtre, il est fait officier dans l'Ordre de la Légion d'honneur et officier dans l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres. Auteur, son livre Les plumes de paon est récompensé par l'Académie française. Toujours actif en 2007, il continue à mener une carrière sur plusieurs plans, doublant un personnage dans Tous à l'Ouest : une aventure de Lucky Luke et remontant trois fois sur scène, notamment dans De Sacha à Guitry où il rend hommage à son ami disparu. Jean Piat meurt le 18 septembre 2018 à Paris, à l'âge de 93 ans.

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todayclassical · 7 years

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May 05 in Music History

1627 Funeral of Italian composer Domenico Belli in Florence.

1657 Birth of composer Jacques Danican Philidor.

1680 Birth of composer Giuseppe Porsile.

1708 Birth of German composer Johann Adolf Scheibe in Leipzig.

1715 Birth of composer Daniel Dal Barba.

1726 FP of Handel's opera Alessandro at King's Theater, London.

1738 FP of Corselli's "Alessandro nelle Indie" Madrid.

1742 Birth of Italian soprano Elisabetta PilottlI-Schiavonetti.

1742 FP of Jommelli's "Eumene" Bologna.

1748 Birth of Italian composer Francesco Azopardi in Rabat, Malta.

1748 Handel starts composing his oratorio Solomon featuring The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba.

1749 Birth of composer, pianist and harpsichordist Jean-Frédéric Edelmann.

1755 FP of Gluck's "La danza" Vienna.

1756 Birth of Italian castrato Vincenzo Dal Prato in Imola.

1764 FP of Giardini's "Enea e Lavinia" London.

1812 FP of Hummel's "Dies Haus ist zu verkaufen" singspiel, Vienna.

1816 Birth of Italian composer Achelli Graffigan.

1819 Birth of Polish composer Stanislaw Moniuszko in Ubiel, Minsk.

1819 Birth of Italian baritone Achille De Bassini in Milan.

1827 Birth of Hungarian baritone Johann Nepomuk Beck in Budapest.

1837 Death of Italian composer Nicola Antonio Zingarelli in Torre del Greco.

1842 Death of French tenor Jean Elleviou.

1842 FP of Thomas' "Guerillero" Paris.

1842 Birth of composer Johann Nepomuk Fuchs.

1846 Birth of composer Federico Chueca.

1848 Birth of composer Adalbert von Goldschmidt.

1853 Birth of German conductor and composer Richard Henneberg in Berlin.

1854 Birth of Italian baritone Antonio Smareglia in Pola, Istria.

1860 Birth of Italian composer Pietro Florida

1867 Birth of English-American composer T. Tertius Noble.

1869 Birth of German composer and conductor Hans Pfitzne.

1871 Birth of Italian composer Alberto Cametti.

1878 Birth of Italian soprano Giuseppina Finzi-Magrini in Turin.

1883 Birth of composer Leopold Samuel.

1883 Birth of composer Petar Konjovic.

1885 Birth of English baritone Arthur Cranmer in Birmingham.

1885 Birth of Paraguayan composer Augustín Barrios Mangoré.

1886 Birth of German bass-baritone Leo Schutzendorf in Cologne.

1886 Birth of composer Manuel Borguno.

1890 Death of Italian tenor Emilio Naudin.

1891 Opening of Carnegie Hall in NYC, with Tchaikovsky as guest conductor of his Marche Solennelle, 'Coronation March'. Also on the program was Beethoven's Leonore Overture No. 3 conducted by Walter Damrosch.

1900 Birth of German conductor Hans Schmidt-Isserstedt in Berlin.

1905 Birth of Italian soprano Maria Caniglia in Naples.

1907 Birth of composer Yoritsune Matsudaira.

1908 Birth of German bass-baritone Kurt Böhme in Dresden.

1909 Birth of Czech tenor Antonin Votava in Prague.

1909 FP of Massenet's "Bacchus" Paris.

1910 Birth of Italian contralto Giulietta Simonato.

1913 Birth of Polish violinist and composer Grazyna Bacewicz in Lodz.

1916 Birth of composer Mutal' Burkhanov.

1917 FP of Debussy's Violin Sonata with violinist Gaston Poulet, Debussy at the piano in Paris.

1918 Birth of pianist Erbie Bowser.

1924 Birth of German violinist Theo Olof.

1924 FP of Alexander Tansman´s Dance of the Sorcerer in Brussel´s Belgium.

1926 FP of A. Copland's Two Pieces Nocturne and Ukelele Serenade, violinist Samuel Dushkin with the Copland at the piano in Paris.

1927 Birth of American pianist Charles Rosen.

1927 FP of Alfano's "Madonna Imperia" Turin.

1928 Birth of German bass Gunte Hammer in Berlin.

1928 Birth of Swedish baritone Carrie Nilsson in Tranas.

1930 FP of D. Milhaud's opera Christophe Colomb'Christopher Columbus' at the Berlin State Opera.

1932 Birth of Russian conductor Mark Ermler.

1932 Birth of composer Aurel Stroe.

1933 Birth of Japanese composer Rieko Arima in Tokyo.

1934 Birth of Polish soprano Maria Bjeschu.

1935 FP of Pizzetti's "Orseolo" Florence.

1936 Death of soprano Eva Van Der Osten.

1937 Birth of German baritone Carl-Heinz Stryczek in Nickelsdorf.

1937 FP of Casella's "Il deserto tentato" mystery in 1 act, in Florence.

1941 FP of Benjamin Britten's first opera Paul Bunyan with text by Auden, at Columbia University, NYC.

1945 FP of S. Barber's I Hear an Army, Monks and Raisins, Nocturne, Star On This Shing Night, on CBS radio network.

1946 FP of Douglas Moore's Symphony in A, in Paris.

1952 Birth of American composer Bunita Marcus.

1952 FP of Gaburo's "The Snow Queen" Lake Charles, LA.

1955 Death of Austrian composer Rudolf Sieczynski in Vienna.

1957 Birth of American composer Hayes Biggs.

1960 FP of Foss' "Introduction and Goodbyes" NYC.

1963 Death of German-American composer Heinrich Gebhard.

1966 Death of Italian soprano Lella Gaio.

1971 Death of Polish soprano Maria Moscisca.

1973 FP of Susa's "Transformations" Cedar Village Theater, Minneapolis, MN.

1977 FP of George Crumb's oratorio Star Child by the New York Philharmonic, Pierre Boulez conducting.

1982 FP of Ellen Taaffe Zwilich's Symphony No. 1. American Composers Orchestra, Gunther Schuller conducting at Alice Tully Hall in NYC.

1987 FP of John Williams' A Hymn to New England. Boston Pops conducted by Williams.

1990 FP of Henze's "Das verratene Meer" Berlin.

1991 FP of Joan Tower's Fanfare for the Uncommon Woman No. 3 Dedicated to Frances Richard of ASCAP. Members of the Empire Brass and the New York Philharmonic, Zubin Mehta conducting at Carnegie Hall, NYC.

1998 Death of Dutch composer Ton Bruynèl in Mailly, France.

2000 FP of Christopher Rouse's Rapture for orchestra, by the Pittsburgh Symphony, Mariss Jansons conducting.

2001 FP of Christopher Rouse's Raptureduxcello ensemble, by the Royal Northern College of Music Cellists in Manchester, England.

#classicalmusic #today in music history #todayclassical #musichistory #onthisday

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izcana · 4 years

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Tommy and the Newt Pt. 2

Gaston's Proposal (animated & film) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fR_GD6TDa4

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Thomas strolled home, one hand clasping his basket with bread and the other holding his book. Monsieur Anderson was really too kind.

Janson took this as the perfect chance to flirt. "Morning, Tom, you look gorgeous today!"

Thomas eyed Janson wearily. He's been doing that ever since Thomas knew what courting was. Perhaps before that, too. Janson was never one for formalities or being "proper". He did as he pleased, and strangely, no one seemed to mind him except for Thomas. "Morning to you, too, Monsieur Janson."

Janson waved his hand and winked flirtatiously, which Thomas silently gagged at. "No need for formalities, Sweetheart." He handed Thomas the bundle of colourful flowers. "For you."

"Uhmm...Thank you...And please don't call me 'Sweetheart'" Thomas squirmed uncomfortably and then skipped the next couple of steps to his house, shoving the bundle of flowers back at Janson quickly. Janson followed behind, chasing after the boy. Unfortunately, Janson had tons of practice and he knew how to run. Unfortunately. Though to Thomas' credit, he did manage to avoid Janson for a short while.

"How about I come over for dinner this evening?" He proposed.

"How about...no?" Thomas asked and turned his head away, wincing as if he had just drunk raw lemon juice.

"How did it go?" Leavitt asked eagerly, eyeing the bundle of flowers still in Janson's hands.

Janson grabbed his collar. "I will have Thomas as my husband, no doubt about that!"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Leavitt said, flailing his short legs desperately.

***

"I'm home, Papa!" Thomas yelled, waving the bread at Jorge, his father.

"I can see that, Son," Jorge chuckled heartily, his intense gaze on the trinket on his hand never wavering except for the moment when he looked at his son. He turned his eye and immediately switched to a frustrated scowl.

"Is something wrong?" Thomas asked, pointing at the music box.

"The egg doesn't open," Jorge said. "I think one of the screws got tangled with the wire clog."

Thomas took the music box and hit it against the table. The wooden cover hit the wooden table with a hollow thud and the chick peeked out of the egg. All the elements were painted in careful strokes. Jorge was always so careful with his work, even though he didn't make a lot of money from it. He sold at fairs to the merchant class, mostly. There was not a person in town who didn't know the other, of course, but Jorge Arismendi's name was always said disdainfully and looked down upon, not that Thomas or Jorge cared too much. "There, problem solved."

"Thanks, Tom," Jorge said, smiling at his son. "You really are a miracle."

"It was nothing," Thomas murmured wistfully, thinking of the miracles in the world that he had yet to experience. Thinking of how Jorge used to call Brenda, his mum, a miracle.

"No, it was something, Son," Jorge said, using his large hands to tilt Thomas' head up.

"Papa..." Thomas hesitated. "Do you think I'm odd?"

Jorge scoffed. "My son? Odd? Don't listen to those silly villagers, Tom," He said, firmly. "We just see what they don't."

"More than this provincial life," Thomas echoed.

"Yes."

"When do you have to leave for the fair?" Thomas asked, changing the topic. Jorge went to these fairs monthly, and it was just another one of those things that Thomas was tired of; this same simple routine every day, every month, every year, like clockwork. There was no change to it and Thomas was sick of it, frankly. He had no clue how those people could raise generations in this boring village and call it "quaint and comfortable". Thomas had only lived there for less than a decade, and he was driven crazy. That insane urge to do something new came to him again, like an itch he couldn't scratch, echoing deep in his skull.

"Tomorrow," Jorge said. "I'm all packed," he added, pointing to the bags in the corner.

"Did you make sure to feed Alby and ready his saddle and–––" Alby was their horse. He was a palomino horse with an abnormally dark coat of hair, his mane tossed back and chasing after the wind proudly, just like the rest of him. Alby'd been with them through thick and thin, a loyal and stubborn companion and partner. Jorge and Thomas treated him wonderfully, of course, and it was like they respected him as an equal. He was the only living thing that Thomas loved aside from his papa and his late mother.

"Relax, Mijo," Jorge said, chuckling. "I'm all decked out. You really worry too much about little old me." Nonetheless, he looked sombre. They both knew that Thomas felt like he had to protect his father after he lost his mother, even though it wasn't even remotely close to being his fault. "Do you want anything from the fair?"

Again, like clockwork. Thomas replied the same. "A rose, please," he requested, smiling shyly.

"You always ask for a rose," Jorge comments blandly. He knew why. It was one of the only rare ways that his son could connect with his dead mother. Brenda loved roses; she always had them planted in the garden, in pots around their old house, and she would weave flowers into Thomas' hair and spray on homemade rose perfume. Jorge knew that Brenda was the reason why Thomas loved wearing dresses and they still made rose perfume (not to sell, they wanted it to be a "just family" thing).

"And you always bring it," Thomas counters.

Jorge sighed, resigned. "Alright, I shall bring you back a rose in a little less than a fortnight."

***

Jorge left first thing in the morning. Thomas was awake reading, so thankfully he was awake to bid his father goodbye. "Be careful on the way, Papa!" Thomas cried. "I heard there are wolves in the forest you're crossing, you should –––"

"I know, Mijo," Jorge sighed, exasperated. "I'm bringing two knives with me."

"Okay, thank goodness." Thomas let out a stressed breath. "Bye, Papa." He hugged Jorge fiercely and looked on as Jorge mounted Alby and got him into a brisk walk.

"See you soon, Son!" Jorge called back. Thomas only waved, smiling slightly bitterly.

It was not early enough for most of the villagers to be awake, yet, so Thomas decided that he wanted to keep reading.

There was a knock on the door. Thomas glanced at the clock – it read a quarter past 9. He had missed his shopping time, too intrigued by the book. It didn't really matter, since he had gone yesterday, he still had plenty of vegetables and bread.

No. The thing that was antagonising him was that the only person that would be knocking on the door would be Janson. And Thomas was not in the mood to be "entertained" by Janson. He knew this, why? He had checked every single person that could have been coming. The milkman. No, they had milk delivered every other day, which would be tomorrow. The postman. No, they never got mail. Someone handing the news that Papa had an accident? Thomas checked that one off immediately, trusting Jorge to take care of himself, however fearing all the same.

A cold shiver ran through his spine. It wasn't the latter, was it?

He opened the door, ripping off the band-aid. Thank goodness, Thomas thought. However, there wasn't too much to be thankful for as Janson was still outside his door.

"Good morning, Tom," Janson said suavely. "I am here to propose again. I see you've rejected my last proposal, but I'm sure you'll change your mind..."

Thomas groaned. "No, Janson, we can't be together," he insisted.

Janson loomed in front of Thomas, backing him against the wall, consequently inviting himself into the house. He put his muddy boots on Thomas' book first, and then he kicked off his shoes revealing socks with a hole on the toe. "Can't you just imagine it...my latest kill roasting by the fire, my perfect husband massaging my feet. We'll have dogs and children, 6 or 7 of them!"

Thomas laughed nervously, shrinking close to the fireplace and covering his nose. He made a note to spray some rose perfume in the room after Janson left. "Dogs or children?"

"Both!" Janson announced grandly. "Do you know who that husband will be, Tom?"

"I can't imagine who..." Thomas stuttered, backing towards the door. His plan was to be cornered against the door and push Janson forcefully out of his door. Hopefully, it works.

"You, Tom," Janson said. "We'll have plenty of children, too, all strapping young boys like me."

Doesn't he know how babies are made? Thomas questioned inside his head, deciding not to voice it out, though. The sooner he could get Janson out of his house the better, and he was not wasting time making polite chit-chat to Janson; he already made it clear that they weren't on the best terms with each other. "Janson, I'm not going to marry you!"

"Do you know what happens to beautiful kids like you who aren't married after their fathers die?" Janson questioned. "Think about Katie!" Katie McVoy was the woman living on the streets, begging for food. Katie was less than 10 years older than Thomas and you could tell she was beautiful, once, but she had long traded that beauty for early wrinkles and seemingly permanent bruise-like smudges of shadows underneath her eyelids and weary blue orbs.

"Janson, I won't marry you!" Thomas said and turned the door nob, ducking on cue. Janson went tumbling out and Thomas closed the door swiftly, throwing Janson's boots out while touching as little of the foul-smelling shoe as possible.

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#newtmas #newtmas beauty and the beast AU #newt x thomas #au #thomas is beauty #newt as beast #the gladers are the furniture #jorge is thomas' father #janson as gaston

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