#Ruth Hudson

[nurfhurdur]

If Ruth were alive to know how Jesse had just up and left everything Henry she would have disowned him.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Maverick does not appear to be moving very well) Wolfman:...You OK? Maverick: Yeah. Ice took me for a run early this morning. Hollywood: You stretched first right? Maverick:...That's a thing you do?

[federer7]

Boy Jumping into the Hudson River. New York City. 1948

Photo: Ruth Orkin

[holdingup-fallingsky]

Thinking about the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald again…. If you care…..

[imperaptorfuriosa]

im kinda vibing with the idea of having more than one name, so ive casually tried out some different names in cafes/etc and its actually hilarious how i still get the same reaction of "what?" *has to repeat name a number of times*

ive been cursed eternally with old fashioned name disease

[phantasieandmirare]

Growing up on old TV shows wherein they talk about sports is like I don’t know who the current quarterback of any NFL team is but I can list of a bunch of star players of various sports primarily from New York from 1951-1957 that no one but your grandparents have ever heard of

[mimi-0007]

FATHER & SON: James Earl Jones with his Father Robert Earl Jones on Stage in the 1962 Production "Moon on a Rainbow Shawl."

Robert Earl Jones (February 3, 1910 – September 7, 2006), sometimes credited as Earl Jones, was an American actor and professional boxer. One of the first prominent Black film stars, Jones was a living link with the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s and 1930s, having worked with Langston Hughes early in his career.

Jones was best known for his leading roles in films such as Lying Lips (1939) and later in his career for supporting roles in films such as The Sting (1973), Trading Places (1983), The Cotton Club (1984), and Witness (1985).

Jones was born in northwestern Mississippi; the specific location is unclear as some sources indicate Senatobia, while others suggest nearby Coldwater. He left school at an early age to work as a sharecropper to help his family. He later became a prizefighter. Under the name "Battling Bill Stovall", he was a sparring partner of Joe Louis.

Jones became interested in theater after he moved to Chicago, as one of the thousands leaving the South in the Great Migration. He moved on to New York by the 1930s. He worked with young people in the Works Progress Administration, the largest New Deal agency, through which he met Langston Hughes, a young poet and playwright. Hughes cast him in his 1938 play, Don't You Want to Be Free?.

Jones also entered the film business, appearing in more than twenty films. His film career started with the leading role of a detective in the 1939 race film Lying Lips, written and directed by Oscar Micheaux, and Jones made his next screen appearance in Micheaux's The Notorious Elinor Lee (1940). Jones acted mostly in crime movies and dramas after that, with such highlights as Wild River (1960) and One Potato, Two Potato (1964). In the Oscar-winning 1973 film The Sting, he played Luther Coleman, an aging grifter whose con is requited with murder leading to the eponymous "sting". In the later 20th century, Jones appeared in several other noted films: Trading Places (1983) and Witness (1985).

Toward the end of his life, Jones was noted for his stage portrayal of Creon in The Gospel at Colonus (1988), a black musical version of the Oedipus legend. He also appeared in episodes of the long-running TV shows Lou Grant and Kojak. One of his last stage roles was in a 1991 Broadway production of Mule Bone by Hughes and Zora Neale Hurston, another important writer of the Harlem Renaissance. His last film was Rain Without Thunder (1993).

Although blacklisted by the House Un-American Activities Committee in the 1950s due to involvement with leftist groups, Jones was ultimately honored with a lifetime achievement award by the U.S. National Black Theatre Festival.

Jones was married three times. As a young man, he married Ruth Connolly (died 1986) in 1929; they had a son, James Earl Jones. Jones and Connolly separated before James was born in 1931, and the couple divorced in 1933. Jones did not come to know his son until the mid-1950s. He adopted a second son, Matthew Earl Jones. Jones died on September 7, 2006, in Englewood, New Jersey, from natural causes at age 96.

THEATRE

1945 The Hasty Heart (Blossom) Hudson Theatre, Broadway

1945 Strange Fruit (Henry) McIntosh NY theater production

1948 Volpone (Commendatori) City Center

1948 Set My People Free (Ned Bennett) Hudson Theatre, Broadway

1949 Caesar and Cleopatra (Nubian Slave) National Theatre, Broadway

1952 Fancy Meeting You Again (Second Nubian) Royale Theatre, Broadway

1956 Mister Johnson (Moma) Martin Beck Theater, Broadway

1962 Infidel Caesar (Soldier) Music Box Theater, Broadway

1962 The Moon Besieged (Shields Green) Lyceum Theatre, Broadway

1962 Moon on a Rainbow Shawl (Charlie Adams) East 11th Street Theatre, New York

1968 More Stately Mansions (Cato) Broadhurst Theatre, Broadway

1975 All God's Chillun Got Wings (Street Person) Circle in the Square Theatre, Broadway

1975 Death of a Salesman (Charley)

1977 Unexpected Guests (Man) Little Theatre, Broadway

1988 The Gospel at Colonus (Creon) Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, Broadway

1991 Mule Bone (Willie Lewis) Ethel Barrymore Theatre, Broadway

FILMS

1939 Lying Lips (Detective Wenzer )

1940 The Notorious Elinor Lee (Benny Blue)

1959 Odds Against Tomorrow (Club Employee uncredited)

1960 Wild River (Sam Johnson uncredited)

1960 The Secret of the Purple Reef (Tobias)

1964 Terror in the City (Farmer)

1964 One Potato, Two Potato (William Richards)

1968 Hang 'Em High

1971 Mississippi Summer (Performer)

1973 The Sting (Luther Coleman)

1974 Cockfighter (Buford)

1977 Proof of the Man (Wilshire Hayward )

1982 Cold River (The Trapper)

1983 Trading Places (Attendant)

1983 Sleepaway Camp (Ben)

1984 The Cotton Club (Stage Door Joe)

1984 Billions for Boris (Grandaddy)

1985 Witness (Custodian)

1988 Starlight: A Musical Movie (Joe)

1990 Maniac Cop 2 (Harry)

1993 Rain Without Thunder (Old Lawyer)

TELEVISION

1964 The Defenders (Joe Dean) Episode: The Brother Killers

1976 Kojak (Judge) Episode: Where to Go if you Have Nowhere to Go?

1977 The Displaced Person (Astor) Television movie

1978 Lou Grant (Earl Humphrey) Episode: Renewal

1979 Jennifer's Journey (Reuven )Television movie

1980 Oye Ollie (Performer) Television series

1981 The Sophisticated Gents (Big Ralph Joplin) 3 episodes

1982 One Life to Live

1985 Great Performances (Creon) Episode: The Gospel at Colonus

1990 True Blue (Performer) Episode: Blue Monday

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

↬ What and Who I Write for ↫

☆ Grease: The Rise of the Pink Ladies

♡ Jane Facciano

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

☆ Grease

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Betty Rizzo

♡ Sandy Olsson

♡ Marty Maraschino

♡ Jan

♡ Kenickie Murdoch

♡ Danny Zuko

♡ Sonny

♡ Doody

♡ Roger

♡ Leo Balmudo

☆ Grease 2

♡ Paulette Rebchuck

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Micheal Carrington

♡ Goose McKenzie

♡ Stephanie Zinone

♡ Johnny Nogerelli

♡ Louis DiMucci

♡ Sharon Cooper

♡ Rhonda Ritter

☆ Criminal Minds

♡ Spencer Reid

♡ Aaron Hotchner

♡ Emily Prentiss

♡ Derek Morgan

♡ Jennifer Jareau

♡ Elle Greenway

♡ Penelope Garcia

☆ Twilight

♡ Jasper Hale

♡ Alice Cullen

♡ Rosalie Hale

♡ Emmett Cullen

♡ Edward Cullen

♡ Carlisle Cullen

♡ Esme Cullen

♡ Bella Swan

♡ Sam Uley

♡ Paul Lahote

♡ Leah Clearwater

♡ Seth Clearwater

♡ Jacob Black

♡ Alec Volturi

♡ Cauis Volturi

☆ Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

♡ Enoch O’ Connnor

♡ Emma Bloom

♡ Jacob Portman 

♡ Millard Nullings

♡ Bronwyn

♡ Victor

♡ Horace

♡ Olive

♡ Hugh

♡ Fiona

☆ Glee

♡ Rachel Berry

♡ Finn Hudson

♡ Kurt Hummel

♡ Artie Abrams

♡ Santana Lopez

♡ Tina Cohen-Chang

♡ Mercedes Jones

♡ Brittany S. Pierce

♡ Noah Puckerman 

♡ Sam Evans

♡ Blaine Anderson

♡ Mike Chang

♡ Quinn Fabray

♡ Jesse St. James

♡ Sebastian Smythe

☆ Pitch Perfect

♡ Donald Walsh

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Unicycle

☆ Pitch Perfect 2

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Pietrar 

♡ Kommissar

☆ Pitch Perfect 3

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Calamity

♡ Serenity

♡ Charity

♡ Veracity

♡ Chicago

☆ Ride the Cyclone

♡ Mischa

♡ Noel

♡ Ricky

♡ Constance

♡ Jane Doe

♡ Ocean

☆ Mamma Mia

♡ Sophie Sheridan

♡ Sky

♡ Donna Sheridan

♡ Sam Carmicheal

��� Harry Bright

♡ Bill Austin

♡ Pepper

☆ School Spirits

♡ Maddie Nears

♡ Simon Elroy

♡ Wally Clark

♡ Xavier Baxter

♡ Rhonda

♡ Charley

♡ Dawn

☆ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

♡ Stephanie Lauter

♡ Peter Spankoffski

♡ Richie Lipschitz

♡ Ruth Fleming

♡ Grace Chasity

♡ Max Jagerman

♡ Lords in Black

☆ Movie! Five Nights at Freddy's

♡ Micheal Schmidt

♡ Vanessa Afton

♡ Platonic! Abby Schmidt

☆ Fruits Basket

♡ Tohru Honda

♡ Yuki Sohma

♡ Kyo Sohma

♡ Hatsuharu Sohma

♡ Momiji Sohma

♡ Shigure Sohma

♡ Hatori Sohma

↬Will most likely add more fandoms later↫

[newyorkthegoldenage]

One day in Hollywood, I read a script in which the character was described as "charming but dull—a typical Ralph Bellamy type." I promptly headed for New York to find a part with guts.

State of the Union, by Howard Lindsay and Russel Crouse, opened on November 14, 1945 at the Hudson Theater. Starring were Kay Johnson, Myron McCormick, and Ralph Bellamy (shown above), Ruth Hussey, and Minor Watson. The play was a hit, running 765 performances and winning the Pulitzer for drama. Bellamy's character, an industrialist who becomes a surprise Republican candidate for president, was said to have been inspired by Wendell Willkie.

Three years later the play was adapted for the screen as a vehicle for Spencer Tracy (in Bellamy's role) and Katharine Hepburn.

Photo: Associated Press

[lesbiancolumbo]

Ooc, what're some of your favorite ~one hour movies? I really enjoyed One Way Passage and The Oxbow Incident, which I watched after you talked them up on here... (Recently I liked those Les Blank docus about garlic and polka!)

those are two INCREDIBLE movies so i'm really happy you enjoyed! some others i love are i am wanda (documentary about barbara loden that is just incredible), rock hudson's home movies (great essay film about rock hudson's filmography in the context of his sexuality and death), mandalay (if you like kay francis, which if you watched one way passage i'm sure you do!), guilty hands (ditto), jewel robbery (again, ditto), journal of a crime is another incredible pre-code with ruth chatterton that i love, my name is julia ross is an INCREDIBLE horror-noir crossbreed, detour has one of the best performances not just in noir but in the history of cinema. on the more contemporary side, a couple films i enjoy are kaurismaki's the match factory girl (ily finland) and a doc from a couple years ago that i watched called three minutes: a lengthening.

[nurfhurdur]

Henry would get sick to his stomach whenever Jesse had anything remotely close to a cold after their mother died. Because he assumed that either Jesse was going to follow along behind Ruth's illness, or Ruth would get worse because of her weakened immune system.

[yes-svetlana-world]

With a career spanning over 70 years, multi-award-winning director, screenwriter, and producer James Ivory is best known for his decades-long collaboration with producer Ismail Merchant and writer Ruth Prawer Jhabvala. Together they created their own brand of richly textured and emotionally charged films like A Room with a View, Howards End, and The Remains of the Day.  Merchant Ivory’s period pieces earned them international acclaim, but represent just a fraction of Ivory’s intensely varied body of work. 

Hudson Hall is honored to welcome James Ivory for a two-day celebration of film screenings, Q&As, and special events.

James will be joined by special guests including producer Peter Spears (Call Me by Your Name), Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s daughter Firoza Jhabvala, and more to be announced.

[shadowbrightshine]

My gift to you @marvelmaniac715

Here's a little thing I made for that idea I was sharing with you. This is completely out of order from where I would want to start the story, but it's a thing I made as a little proof of concept. Unfortunately it's pretty rough, but I'm writing from a perspective of a self hating girl, and then a teen out of his depth. Once I write it proper, it'll feel more natural. For now, here is Cherry Lolly, or Janet from the Starry eyed children Revival, and Tim Hudson, the first prophet after the Lord's reformation you wrote. Say hi to the Homeless man! whoopies I wrote 2.5k words! enjoy everyoneeee. Fair warning, Janet's views on herself is not how I see things. Also Janet thinks in a more stilted way, so her narration is, like that. Reblogs appreciated!

Janet watched from the bush as Tim passed by with William. He’d changed since the accident that took away the use of his left leg. He was more confident and talked to everyone now. Janet watched him, him and the brightly colored friends he’d made. She didn’t mean to be creepy, but if anyone saw her they would run away. She knew that, she knew how hideous she was, with her top teeth covered in skin, a surgical adjustment and filter flap in her neck that made her look like a robot, not even a lower jaw to pretend to look like a normal girl. Her parents tried to tell her she was still pretty. The screams of those kids still haunted her and proved them wrong every single day she walked the earth. That’s why she had to hide in bushes and trees to watch the normal people go about their days. 

Tim had changed physically too. His fingers were longer, and his right leg was longer, she’d noticed his left leg drag less and less as the months went on, just slightly. She knew why, it had to do with William. She’d watched him and his brothers for a little while now. They weren’t normal, they could transform into new bodies. She would give her dominant arm up for a power like that. No one else remembered, but Tim used to have brown eyes. Whoever changed everyone’s minds must have forgotten her. No one remembers Janet. Tim used to have brownish eyes. Now one eye was a dull blue, and the other was still hazel now, it had a thick ring of green around it, and green near the pupil. No one else remembered, except for her. No one likes Janet but her parents, and they never tried to have another child, they learned their lesson. 

Janet felt gross. She was so gross watching others like this. But she couldn’t talk to them without revealing this awful deformity. She had to use her talk pad if she used the phone. Tim was special. Something was different about him now. She’d seen him give a present to the homeless man on Christmas Eve. She’d seen many things. She knew about Max Jagerman, the ghost of Hatchetfield who murdered her favorite girl. Ruth was the only other person she worked up the courage to interact with, and that was only a week before her death. Ruth didn’t care that she was disgusting, she’d called Janet pretty, she’d held hands with her, she even gave her these cherry hair clips she would never stop wearing. 

The brothers showed up on the night Max disappeared forever, and Janet could feel the shift in the air as time went on. The town was different now. They had something to do with it, and they could do things no one else could. Them and the sister, the girl who walked with Hannah. She’d tried to talk to Hannah, but her cowardice kept her back. Janet shivered, it was cold out and she didn’t have proper protection today. Wendy radiated warmth and a special magic, she could feel it. Janet crept back towards her home, the woods feeling more real to her than the town did. 

She carefully avoided crossing into the camp territory. She’d also watched girl Jeri and boy Jerry before. She was scared of the counselors. The adults didn’t seem to notice how strange they were, but she knew. She knew they were bad news, and she knew about little Jerry. He was nice to her, and she brought him muffins sometimes. Her family lived far away from the rest of the town. She knew why, it was because her parents were ashamed of her. That’s why they never went into town, or took her out to shop, or lived in town. They would lie and tell her it’s because this house was part of the family line. They told her lots of families lived in the woods. That part wasn’t a lie, she’d seen the other kids playing in the woods, but they couldn’t meet her. 

Janet was a monster, and she knew it. The only person other than her parents who was nice to her was a fellow monster. Normal people didn’t need to use a feeding line in her arm to stay alive. Normal people had tongues and chins and could talk. Normal people didn’t spend their days watching from the shadows. Normal people had friends. No one remembered the day she was born in the hospital and the nurses screamed in fear anymore. She knew she was a monster. But like a monster she couldn’t resist the draw of humanity. She wanted to be seen and loved. She spent hours writing in her notebooks, entire scripts, books, and stories. She’d explored every part of the forest. 

Tim was nice to the homeless man. No one was nice to him, everyone hated him and thought he was weird and gross. Janet had watched him stumble around and talk to himself all the time. She thought about trying to be his friend, but he’d probably assume she was a hallucination and ignore her. Better not to risk it. Tim though, Tim got him a gift, and he talked to him, and cared about him. Maybe…maybe he wouldn’t mock her. Maybe he would be nice to an animal like her. A monster like Janet. She had to try. 

Christmas Eve:

“Spare change for the homeless?” The man asked, it was one of the few things he could say easily. Tim shook his head and took a seat next to him. The homeless man scrambled to make room for him, staring at him with more  confused than usual eyes. Wiggly stood a few feet away, holding Tim’s crutches for him. The snow was thin here under the awning of the shoe store. Tim shivered, but his snow pants kept him dry. It was harder to get around in these, but they were warmer. 

Tim looked at the man’s shaking hands in the cold. “Do you have a name?” He asked, taking some gloves out of his pocket and handing them to the man. “Everyone walks past you and ignores you. I’ve seen you around since I was a baby.” The man used to speak more clearly, if just as strangely. Tim remembered when he would have conversations with random objects. Now his voice was really shaky and he couldn’t seem to form full sentences anymore.

The man struggled to get the gloves onto his hands, fingers numbed by cold and by some kind of disability that made all his movements strange or jerky. Maybe it was making his voice worse. Was it a degenerative condition? “A…A name…” He looked up at the sky, it was already getting dark, and the last bits of sunlight reflected off the clouds. “My na-naame, I had…” He shut his eyes. “I had a name…” He suddenly clutched his head and groaned. “I ca-can’t thinnnk about the pa’ anymore. Time hurts, it hurts!” 

Tim grabbed his arm in alarm. “Forget it, it’s ok! If you don’t have a name, maybe we can think of one!” 

The man uncurled and looked at the hand on his coated arm. No one had done that in years. “...A new one?” He rocked back and forth for a minute, eyes searching around for something. 

The teenager nodded, this wasn’t how he’d planned for this to go, but the homeless man needed help, and he wanted to help out if he could. “Yeah! Um…Uh…” He looked around and saw the holiday menu on the Beanie’s sign. “What about Noelle? Or maybe Noah if that’s too feminine?” The man scrunched up his face in concentration. 

“Noelle.” The man repeated the name a few times, each time less slurred than the last. “...I hav’a name now.” Noelle smiled, turning to Tim. “Thanks! That’s good stuff isn’t- yeah, pretty…good.” Tim watched how badly he was shivering. The cold was making things even worse. The cold makes your head foggy, or that’s what it does to Tim. A car went by, a green one. “Tim, thanks.” 

“How do you know my name?” 

“Whose…name?” Noelle looked around for another person, but they were the only ones on this street right now. He shivered and pulled his coat tighter over his body, and Tim noticed the buttons were all snapped or missing. Or the hole was torn and too big to keep the button in place. Noelle couldn’t close his coat anymore. 

Tim shook his head. “Never mind. Well, Noelle, I wanted to give you something. You’re broken, right? Your brain is broken, and you can’t do stuff normally anymore right? That’s why you do all those weird things all the time, and follow Peter around.” 

Noelle nodded. “Petey…” Tears formed in his eyes, which confused Tim, but he pushed forwards. He hadn’t planned this out very well, but something inside him told him to come to Noelle and help him. 

“Well, I’m broken too.” Tim gestured to his leg, which was currently sitting in an awkwardly painful position which Tim couldn’t feel. “My body got messed up, and I think my heart is broken, or…something inside me got broken when I was younger. See, broken people have to help each other.” Tim felt weird, this wasn’t how he usually talked, but he wasn’t sure if Noelle would understand him otherwise. Tim didn’t know how to explain these things. “I want to help you. If we don’t help each other, who will? Becky serves at the soup kitchen, but you always get there after it closes so she can’t give you anything.” He pulled out a gift wrapped box and offered it to Noelle. “So, maybe this will help.” 

Noelle happily took the box and looked at Tim. “New box!” 

“No, it’s in the box, it’s- it’s in the box Noelle.” Had Noelle ever been given a Christmas present before? Tim felt tears freeze on his cheeks. He should’ve done this years ago. Tim helped him unwrap the gift, revealing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles watch. “My uncle Wilbur always tells me that it’s important to keep the time, so maybe if you have a watch too you can get to the kitchen before it closes.” Tim felt self conscious. “Sorry, I thought it would be better to use a cheaper watch so I can replace it for you if it gets broken, and if I got an expensive one it might get stolen from you. Is this ok?” 

Noelle stared at the ticking clock, fascinated by it. “Tick…Tock…” He nodded distractedly and slipped the watch onto his wrist. “What time?” Noelle had a weird cast to his eyes as he looked at the watch-face. 

Tim waved for Noelle to look at him. “It’s from 4pm to 6pm, so from here-” He made the clock time with his arms. “To there. As long as you come during that time, we can help you.” Tim looked at Wiggly, and then back to the man. “If you need more help, I want you to do this special knock, and then I’ll know it’s you. Blinky says you won’t hurt me, and even if you tried, Wiggly wouldn’t let you. So knock on my window and I’ll wake up to help you.” Tim knocked on the wall in a simple but strange way. “Ok, you do it.” 

Noelle tried, messing it up a few times before he got it down. “...That?” 

“Yeah, just knock like that on my window. In the box is a map to my house, and where my window is. I wanna help you, but don’t come unless you really need me, ok?” Tim waved Wiggly over and dug his water bottle out of his bag. “And…You can have this too, so you can get water from the fountains and take it with you.” 

Noelle held the water bottle and box in his arms, crying as his face made a strange smile. “Tha’s really nice. Thank you!” His eyes cleared for a moment, as if he was actually seeing Tim. His voice changed, and it sounded really familiar. “Tim…You’re the Hudson kid, you used to go to Beanie’s all the time, and you had a donut every time we ran into each other. I was trying to ask out- out- I…” The cloudiness came back to him and the strange smile returned along with his normal voice. “...Thanks…” 

Tim swallowed and wiped his eyes, a little disturbed by the exchange. It was much weirder for him to have clarity and then go back to his usual than to just be strange. “Um…right. Well, well, merry Christmas Noelle. I hope you can get soup now. Goodbye.” 

“See’a kid! Merry merry merry- that. Merry!” He called as Wiggly gave him his crutches back and they headed home. Well, not home, but to Lex’s place for a Christmas party, with his Dad’s permission, of course.  

Wiggly glanced back at the man. “Do you know who he is?” Tim noticed the testing tone he had.

“No one knows who he is, or where he came from. I feel bad for him… Do you know him, Wiggly?” 

His friend paused and shook his head. “No, Tim, I do not.” Tim looked at him, something felt off about his answer, but Wiggly didn’t usually hide things if it wasn’t for a good reason. “You did a very good thing friendy wend.” 

Tim smiled and accepted his friend’s silent offer to carry him back, the crutches held by semi transparent tentacles that sort of waved around them. “I feel much better, knowing he has some gloves now. Thanks for buying those.” 

“Mhm, now it’s time to open those presents you made us. I’ve very excited Timmly wim.” Tim snickered at the name and relaxed his neck, looking up at the sky. It was dark enough that no one would’ve been able to see Wiggly’s magic extra limbs anyways. 

“You’re going to love them. All of you. I spent a long time making these.” It was Tim’s idea to give the brothers and sister their presents on Christmas Eve so they could spend the day with their respective favorite people. Tinky had invited himself to Peter’s house for the day. 

Wiggly met his eyes and gave him a smile. “I have a few gifts for you as well, and I think you’ll like them.” Wiggly’s smile stretched to a grin. “You may need some more wrapping paper.” 

Tim grinned back. “You’re the best, you know that right?” 

“Of course I do. I’m the king of Hatchetfield.” He gestured to the crown with a tentacle, which was hidden and poking from under his winter cap. The hat didn’t do much since it wouldn’t fit over his head properly, but Tim thought it was funny and didn’t point out how useless the hat actually was. 

“Yep! Kings and Queens and all the inbetweens! Let’s go party!!” Tim cheered. The two continued to talk as they made their way to Lex’s house.

[chthonic-cassandra]

🦈, 🎬 (and also ❤️ if it's not too hard to answer!)

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Ahhh. Several contenders here. Probably the toughest is Van Helsing - I really don't get him on a fundamental emotional level, have trouble liking him, and do not have fun trying to match Stoker's weird diction for him. This is a lot of why he so rarely shows up in my fic.

(I also have really struggled every time I try to write the Marquise de Merteuil, but that is more for emotional reasons and I think I am actually pretty decent at writing her voice when I do get it together.)

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

I never ever think about this! Probably because I don't think of my fic as very cinematic and in fact, with its focus on the interior experience of violence, I think it's sort of anti-cinematic? But let's say Compromise, because it at least has a plot and isn't just someone contemplating the existential implications of their trauma for 2.5k words.

Fancasting this feels totally weird because, again, I don't ever think about this question, and also the nature of the plot makes me feel weirdly uncomfortable picturing specific actors enacting it. (I have directed plays, so I don't know why I feel this way? I don't know, I'll ponder that reaction more.) But this is what comes to mind, based on sensibility rather than match between actor appearance and description of the character in the text -

Dracula - Christopher Lee. There are lot of other possibilities especially of actors who either did play Dracula or should have gotten the chance to (older Conrad Veidt, whose Dracula performance we have all been unfairly deprived of, Frank Langella, Christian Carmago, maybe Tony Todd who would do a great Dracula), but really I can't say anything other than Christopher Lee.

Ecaterina - someone who can do an edge of understated glamor? Like Anouk Aimeé or Claudia Cardinale.

Ileana - I am going to throw out a wildcard here and say Hudson Leick or Ruth Wilson.

Adriana - Isabelle Adjani. This one's easy.

Mina - Thandie Newton, maybe? Young Holly Hunter? But this is probably because I have seen both of them memorably play characters who had complex dynamics of resistance in response to interpersonal violence.

Jonathan is the hardest of all because his kind of quiet simmering arc is not something very common for male characters. I keep thinking about Jacob Anderson but that, even more than the Mina ideas, is typecasting based on previous roles because tv IWTV Louis' arc has some similarities to Jonathan's in Compromise.

But I really don't know! If other people have fancasting thoughts on this one I would be very, very interested to hear them.

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

So hard to choose a favorite! Let's go with one that I think about a lot but which I don't think anyone else has ever commented on: "You are in a picaresque and your map is dotted with minefields" (from Lightning-Struck).

[sleepytimemoga-p2]

Naomi Moss vs. Naomi Lombardo

Recently I’ve kinda been doing a deep dive into my oc and decided to analyze her as a character regarding her two canons.

Naomi Moss was originally a character made for the Mafia series, specifically Mafia 3. In this story she’s a childhood friend of Lincoln Clay and the last time he ever saw her, she cried in his arms because she was afraid of losing a friend she had forever. When he returned to The Hollow, he learned that she was the host of “Blue Belle Radio” which is a radio show that plays psychedelic music and touch on social and legal issues. Naomi’s role in Lincoln’s story is minimal in my opinion, she can serve as a love interest depending on player choice but in the end Naomi can easily become an old friend Lincoln can save from a bad situation regarding her family that turned toxic after her father died.  Her brothers Hudson and Anthony decided to take on patriarch positions and ultimately try to control Naomi who is seen as rebellious in their eyes; A mission involving them includes Naomi being kidnapped by them on air and Clay having to rescue her without killing her brothers in the process. She becomes a great lawyer after she graduates and with a place like New Bordeaux, being a criminal lawyer keeps her busy.

Naomi Lombardo is actively a work in progress but this Naomi comes from an AU where Paulie Lombardo survives the events of Mafia: Definitive Edition and ends up going to Georgia to open that pizzeria he wanted and settling with his wife Ruth Moss (another oc). Since he’s her grandfather, he invites her and her brother Frankie (and her cousins) to work in the restaurant during the holidays and summer for extra money. Usually, she is studying when she’s not taking orders and pretending not to hear the comments of the men she’s serving. Her and her cousin after a night of drinking are stuck working, they decide to pickpocket a particularly annoying customer to feel better (She makes it a principal only to swipe from people being assholes.) and ends up meeting Samuel “Ace” Rothstein and his friend Nicky Santoro (who they stole a watch off of). It was a short encounter with lasting consequences because Ace ended up making it a point talking to her the entire time they’re in Georgia and ended up taking her number. The two are immediately smitten with each other and end up talking during their downtime. Eventually, Ace decided that enough was enough, and he offered to pay for the remainder of her education if he moved to Nevada with him in an apartment he rented out for her. She still becomes a criminal defense lawyer and married Ace, but she’s also now in the news as Ace’s wife and possible legal council.

Naomi and Lincoln are childhood friends and personally I just think without that connection, they wouldn’t exactly cross paths the way they did in their canon. Both of them have a shared fear of each other’s actions with Naomi trying to stay brave when things go wrong while Lincoln actively seeks out dangerous scenarios. I also see Lincoln as a bit too overprotective of Naomi because he’s lost so much from his past that he doesn’t want to lose another thing important to him and Naomi can feel a bit smothered by it at times but understands it. Naomi also feels a sort of gratitude to him for getting her out of her family situation and wants to repay him by providing love. When they do enter a relationship they become a team. Compatibility rating: 5.5/10 They’re alright.

Naomi and Ace are a whole different energy in comparison with Ace being sure about Naomi after talking to her, he sees Naomi for the smart woman that she is and that her potential was going to be useful in the long run. He later realizes that he just genuinely loves her and every part of her. Naomi originally thought that he wanted to pay her to pay attention to him but ultimately realized that their attraction was beyond financial compensation. Naomi found herself spending the free time they both had together just talking about anything, doing anything. Ace married her as soon as he could get the ring on her. Compatibility rating: 9/10 They’re living their Lana Del Rey fantasy

Edit: Both their stories contain themes of racism and redefining oneself, but their paths getting there are vastly different.