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queenlucythevaliant · 3 years

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My tags:

narnia: Anything involving The Chronicles of Narnia

Book tags:

reading fairy tales again: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

aslan you’re bigger: Prince Caspian

into light: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

night under narnia: The Silver Chair

narnia and the north! hurrah!: The Horse and His Boy

founded in song: The Magician’s Nephew

chapter one: The Last Battle

Character tags:

high king over all the rest: Peter Pevensie

tender hearted big sis: Susan Pevensie

the traitor who mended: Edmund Pevensie

dear darling heart-daughter of aslan: Lucy Pevensie

the king’s man: Eustace Scrubb

dying of thirst: Jill Pole

the most unfortunate boy: Shasta/Cor

true as steel: Aravis

the magician’s nephew no longer: Digory Kirke

game if you are: Polly Plummer

Other:

long and happy was their reign: Golden Age

once there were four children: The four Pevensies together

a narnian look about them: The Friends of Narnia as a unit

the narnian air: Things that remind me of Narnia’s world

no such thing as starch or flannel or elastic: clothes that look Narnian

jack: C.S. Lewis himself

leah’s artbreeder narnia project 2k22: project I did depicting Narnia characters using Artbreeder

till we have faces: What it says on the tin

tolkien legendarium: The works of J.R.R. Tolkien

there and back again: The Hobbit

i will not say the day is done: The Lord of the Rings

aurë entuluva!: The Silmarillion

in our madness: The Fëanorians

the sundering doom: The Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth

tollers: J.R.R. Tolkien himself

leah’s silm artbreeder project 2k22: Project I did depicting First Age characters using Arbreeder, ultimately culminating in the lineage of Elrond

only Thou art holy: Catch all for matters of Christian faith

bible humans: the real people of Scripture

theodicy: the problem of suffering

the unquenchable fire: Christian history. Protestantism. Generations of the faithful. More of a vibe than anything else.

sunday school kid: Christian culture

Jesus laughed: Christian humor

glory to God in the highest: angels that evoke God’s glory

all truth is God’s truth: Intersection of science and faith

literature makes us more human: literature, books, reading, esp. the classics

a beautiful wild creature with its leg in a trap gnawing it off to be free: tragedy and its importance

to tote the weary load: Gone with the Wind

unquiet souls: the Bronte sisters

russia where are you flying to?: Russian lit, culture, etc.

the sparrow: The Sparrow, by Mary Doria Russell

it’s hard to be the bard: Shakespeare

leah in attolia: reading the Queen’s Thief series

intertextuality: What it says on the tin

a stranger comes to town: Catch-all for storytelling, fairytales, and myth

Beautiful things:

image-bearers: Humans at their best, doing what we were made to do

how can i keep from singing: music

took up God’s house to meet him: churches, cathedrals, and cathedral-builders

the light! the light!: beautiful light

to touch the face of God: space, space travel, airplanes, often with a spiritual component

no one will ever walk the earth so close to you: my sister, siblings in general

be strong and courageous: be brave

america is great because america is good: America at its best

Other miscellanea:

endless forms most beautiful: Science and the natural world, especially biology

dinosaurs make me happy: all sorts of awesome dino buddies

fossils! dun dun dun: fossils more generally

in my soul i’m a lady knight: girls with swords

i enjoy being a girl: femininity and womanhood

unto us a child is born: All things Christmas!

He is risen yippee!: All things Easter

bear flag republic: California

chronic illness is hilarious: all things chronic-illness related, funny and dark and both and so forth

inklings challenge 2k22: posts related to my involvement in the 2022 Inklings Challenge

tay tay: Taylor Swift music

leah learns calligraphy: My calligraphy work

Organizational:

pontifications and creations: Original posts

Leah stories: My prose writing

Leah poetry: My poetry

Leah edits: Edits I’ve made

ask me hard questions: Asks, tag games, and similar

#i'm excessively invested in organization #i like being able to find things #will add more as needed

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tfc2211 · 3 years

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Bob Thiele And His New Happy Times Orchestra / Gabor Szabo With The California Dreamers And Tom Scott & Bill Plummer - Album: Light My Fire (1967) Max Bennet - Bass Jimmy Gordon - Drums Dennis Budimer, Gabor Szabo, Louis Morell - Guitar Lincoln Mayorga - Piano, Harpsicord Gary Coleman - Percussion Bill Plummer - Sitar Lew McCreary, Mike Barrone - Trombone Oliver Mitchell, Jimmy Zito, Ray Triscari - Trumpet Bud Shank, Buddy Collette, Bob Hardaway, Tom Scott - Reeds Howard Johnson - Tuba

#Bob Thiele #Gabor Szabo #Forest Flower

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agentreynard · 3 years

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something i love and something i very much do not

From time to time I come back to the YouTube dance mashup mixes that were big five-ish years ago. (You know the ones I mean. Old Movie Stars Dance to Uptown Funk, which clips Old Hollywood dance sequences with Uptown Funk as the soundtrack; Shut Up and Dance, which clips all sorts of movie dancing onto, well, "Shut Up and Dance." There are many others but I believe those are the ones that seeded what may have turned out to be a trend.) I could watch them for hours. The skill of the vid compiler is one thing to admire, of course, managing to line up the beats and tempos of dances filmed 85 years ago with the beats and tempos of a modern song (that "Uptown Funk" has a brilliant "Stop. Waitaminute," for example) - but even more than that, I love watching the dancing. I love watching the dancers.

I have tremendous respect and not a little envy for people who can move their bodies any way they want (and 9/10 of the time look good doing it).* But they also, especially when they're dancing together, generally look like they're having so much fun. Sometimes they look that way in a dance solo (couple of moments where e.g. Astaire catches his cane perfectly in time and grins delightedly before he carries on hoofing it), but when two or three are dancing together? My god, the moment where one dancer looks over at the other - sometimes it's looking at their feet, just checking in that they're still together; sometimes it's looking at their face, just checking in that they're still together. I love it. The communication. (I once went to a folk music jam at a pub where one guy had a guitar and one girl had a blown instrument of some kind - could have been a plastic recorder, for all I remember, I don't know, a pipe or fife or something - and one guy had a violin, and the best part for me was watching that fiddler watch his buddies and change what he was doing based on what they were doing. Like I could see him watching the guitarist's left hand and clock the chord changes and make his own decisions in that tiny amount of time. Brilliant.) And look, I know the face is part of the body. They're deciding what to do with their eyes just as much as they are with every other thing they can move how they want to. Half the time when they're smiling they're probably miserable; half the time when they're smiling at one another they probably hate each other's guts. Some of the grinning-and-checking-in stuff I love so much is, like, Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon. These are not people who were happy a lot of the time. I get it.

* For this reason, although it's fun that the vidder can make the beats match up,** I don't have a ton of use for the clips that are (a) from animated films or (b) wire work, e.g. "Airplane!"

** This "Shut Up and Dance" has Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer's Ländler from The Sound of Music at 2:29 where the lyric is "Just keep your eyes on me." I'm saying: There's a right way to do this sort of mashup, and this is it.

But I love watching it. I wish like hell I could move my body like that and have the fun they make it look like they're having.

Meanwhile, my chorus is back to in-person rehearsal as of this evening. And we are gnashing our teeth about it here at my house.

In March 2020, we were within a couple of weeks of a big performance with the big chorus (a 19th Amendment centennial program, it was going to be awesome) and a week or so into Lent with the church choir when everything shut down. I didn't sing a note except when I was putting my kid to bed for like 16 months. I went back to the church job after all the adults (Himself, myself, my in-laws and his aunt) had been vaccinated; the place keeps the windows open, we're pretty well distanced from one another up in the loft, and we're miles away from the congregation - I'd like it even better if the congregation were all masked and not singing, but that apparently changed while I was staying away. Anyway. The big chorus had some steps toward reassembling that Himself and I decided together we'd wait on until after the kid was vaccinated, for a variety of reasons mainly having to do with not being able to keep as wide a personal-space radius in that kind of group. The kid was vaccinated before Christmas, and the first rehearsal of the new year for the big chorus was last week - in a big local omicron wave, so it was a Zoom meeting to review the 19th Amendment stuff we're finally going to do this year. Great! But people are feeling good, or at least a little better, about the omicron drop now, so tonight's rehearsal is in person.

I want to go, and every time I think about going I immediately feel a very strong throb of what I know perfectly well is anxiety. Himself says he knows exactly how I feel, because (among other things) it was how he was feeling about resuming rehearsal with his own chorus, which he decided not to do yet. His chorus had the oh-wait-we'll-Zoom-for-now rehearsal two weeks before mine did and intended to start meeting in person again the week mine went to Zoom. I think we agreed that if my chorus had made its arrangements at the same time his did, I'd have reached the same conclusions he reached; the fact that we had the two-week buffer happened to give my group a little more time to get to where I can actually be anxious about going back rather than making a slam-dunk decision not to. (His group also has a history of, in my estimation, not treating its singers as well as I think it should, so my feelings about his going back there are almost certainly biased against in a way that is compounding my feelings about current pandemic conditions.) "It's your decision," he said when we were talking about how we both felt about it - which of course it is, it has been this whole time, but we had different conversations about it before than we're having now.

The thing is that I am also familiar with rehearsal anxiety because I used to routinely feel like I didn't want to go, couldn't possibly, heart pounding, had to drag myself out of the house because I was up against my max absences - and then by the end of the evening I'd be glad I'd gone. Happened all the time in the Before. Sometimes it was the generalized social anxiety I felt all the time around, for example, when my dad died - but other times it was the generalized social anxiety I felt as a confirmed introvert. Don't Wanna + Didn't Wanna Last Time + Turned Out Okay Last Time = Guess I Will. Which is fine, but it also means I can't tell how much of my current rehearsal anxiety is that and how much of it is but plaaague.

Right now my plan is to go to rehearsal tonight. (I asked Himself if he was secretly hoping I would decide not to go and he said "I don't think so." Introspection is hard for all of us right now also.) I guess I have until wheels-up to make a firm decision one way or the other.

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brickdubois · 7 years

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"In Buddy's Eyes" - Barbara Cook

#barbara cook #follies #sally durant plummer #in buddy's eyes #stephen sondheim

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hookedonapirate · 4 years

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Hey Hannah hope everything is well during this weird time. Quarantine and all that :/ I would like to submit a oh daddy prompt if you’re still accepting those? I was thinking Emma and Killian need a Plummer or a cable guy to come to their house but it turns out to be one of Emma’s ex and killian feeling a bit territorial takes her to their bedroom to make her scream to prove a point 😉

A/N: You got it, Nonnie! Hope things are going well for you, too :)

Based on this one-shot: Oh Daddy

Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted l 7. Bless Me, Father I 8. Tell Me When to Grab the Cupcake

Rated: Explicit

Proving a Point

Oh, fuck. It's him.

Peering through the peephole, Emma's initial inclination is to dash to the bathroom and climb out the window which leads to the backyard. But then Killian would have to answer the door which would not be good. Her boyfriend and ex-boyfriend alone in the same room to talk about her? Oh no no no, that was not going to happen. And based on his timing, and because they were expecting a plumber, Graham must be him, because why else would he be here? No, he's here to do a job, not get her back. Besides, she’s a grown-ass adult in a committed relationship, and for once in her life, she's unbelievably happy, so she can open the freaking door to let her ex-boyfriend unclog her pipes. Ew, not in that way. Her sink’s broken and needs to be fixed. So she hauls the door open to let him in.

His face lights up when he sees her, and she doesn't fail to notice how his eyes leave her face for a second to roam down her body. She's wearing nothing but a silk pink robe since his knocking had interrupted a hot, steamy moment in the bedroom.

Yesterday, Killian told her what time to expect the plumber so she wouldn’t be surprised to find a strange man in the house when she woke up, nor would she be waltzing around the house naked (because when it’s just the two of them, Killian definitely isn’t opposed to her walking around in the nude, and in fact is always trying to enforce a no pants policy for the evenings. But because Mary Margaret and David have a key to the house and walk in whenever they feel like it, the no pants policy is out of the question). But she couldn’t help herself when Killian is in bed with her, his morning wood pressed to her butt. She thought they’d have enough time for a quickie, but they were sorely mistaken when there was a knock on the door earlier than expected. Instead, he asked her to get the door so he could take a moment to cool down.

~*~

“Emma?”

He doesn't recognize the voice when he leaves the bedroom, but he hears Emma greeting him in a similar manner as if they know each other.

“Graham…”

Killian stops in his tracks and lingers in the hallway, his brows creasing as he tries to recall why that name sounds familiar.

“It’s been a long time. How are you?” he hears Graham say enthusiastically.

Ah, yes, Graham is one of her ex-boyfriends. He remembered Emma talking about him a while back. They had a three-month fling a few years before Killian met her. He remembered Emma saying he was too emotionally unavailable after a jealous, manipulative ex-girlfriend sort of broke him when she ripped his heart out without so much as batting an eye, and he couldn’t seem to bounce back from that.

Knowing his relationship with Emma wasn’t serious, knowing that, despite the sex being the key component in that relationship, Graham wasn’t able to bring her to orgasm, and then hearing how tight Emma’s voice is when she talks to him, Killian exhales a deep breath of relief. He’s not worried.

When he steps into the living room, he notes that the guy is... somewhat attractive. Brown, curly hair, slightly defined muscles, a face that could probably qualify as aesthetically pleasing to most people. He appears to be around Emma’s age, maybe even younger, but much taller than her, Killian bitterly notices when Graham is close enough to her.

Too close.

Especially when Graham throws his arms around Emma and draws her into a hug. A hug that’s way too tight and far too long for Killian’s liking. Not to mention, very unprofessional and inappropriate. Isn’t he the fucking plumber?

Killian’s jaw ticks as he watches this complete stranger, to him at least, rubbing Emma’s back affectionately.

Who the bloody hell does this wanker think he is?!

But judging by how Emma doesn’t mold into the hug, whatever feelings Graham still harbors for her are definitely not mutual.

Killian’s presence is not even noticed yet, by Graham at least, as he enters the living room and stalks toward them.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Graham says huskily in her ear, as though he’s speaking to a lover, rather than an old fuck buddy. He pulls away only slightly, still gripping her shoulders.

And Killian doesn’t like it one bit.

Graham takes his time giving her a once-over, and Killian balls his hands into fists, suppressing the urge to lunge at this ponce and punch him in the nose. “You look good, Em. Real good.”

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Killian asks condescendingly before jumping into Graham's line of sight, placing a possessive left hand on Emma’s back and pulling her in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Graham finally tears his gaze away from her, taken off guard as Killian turns his head to look at him, extending his right hand and smiling widely—and ironically. “I'm Killian, her boyfriend.”

He can see out the corner of his eye, the slight smirk on Emma’s lips as Graham shakes his hand in hesitation. “Graham Humbert,” he says, and of course has to add very casually, “Emma and I used to date.”

“Briefly,” Emma adds quickly and turns toward Killian, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him on the lips as though to ease his worries, letting him know anything she once felt for Graham is nonexistent.

Killian knows this, he knows Emma’s love for him runs so much deeper than anything she ever felt for Graham. No, it’s not Emma he doesn’t trust. It’s the wanker staring at his girlfriend with longing looks, googly eyes and also perhaps a hint of jealousy as Killian grabs her hips and pulls her into him. Emma responds by placing her hands on his chest, nuzzling his nose with hers and kissing him softly. Killian smirks against her lips as he feels the other bloke’s jealousy intensify.

Graham clears his throat, speaking awkwardly. “So, uh… I’m here to look at your pipes.”

Emma and Killian force themselves apart and return their attention to Graham after his words remind them of his presence.

“Right,” Emma says, forcing a smile at Graham.

As she leads the plumber to the kitchen, Killian watches as he openly checks out his girlfriend’s ass. He growls.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

“The pipes are the only thing you should be looking at, mate,” he barks with evident disdain, emphasizing the t. But it’s not until Graham stops and turns around to look at him, when Killian realizes he actually spoke out loud, instead of to himself like he’d intended to.

“What was that?” Graham asks, cocking a brow.

Killian heads for the bathroom, passing Graham along the way and planting a firm hand on his shoulder, squeezing it with a warning grip as he murmurs in a polite tone, “You heard what I said.”

Embarrassed for getting caught staring, Graham hangs his head, whispers an apology and proceeds to the kitchen.

Killian goes to the bathroom to calm down, clutching onto the edge of the counter to prevent his jealousy from consuming him. He has to take a long, deep breath and splashes some cool water over his face to cool down, but knowing Emma’s in the kitchen with her ex in nothing but her bathrobe, knowing how unbelievably sexy she is and knowing very well Graham is taking full advantage, makes his blood bubble. He’s not happy Graham turned out to be their plumber. He should’ve just figured out how to fix the plumbing issue himself, but his attempts only resulted in him discovering that the blockage seemed to be further down where the pipes disappeared into the wall and he knew it was time to call a plumber.

He dries his face with a hand towel and returns to the kitchen to find Graham not working and instead, leaning against the counter engaging Emma in small chit chat.

Un-fucking-believable.

Graham is being all flirty and charming, and although Killian knows Emma’s only trying to be nice and is not at all interested in her ex or his attempts to reconnect, he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it one bit.

So instead of listening to any more of Graham’s bullshit, Killian swoops in, grabs Emma’s hand and tugs her out of the kitchen so fast, she giggles over the threshold. And because he wants so badly to show Graham what he’d missed out on by not caring enough about Emma’s pleasure and instead, leaving her unsatisfied in the sack (and because apparently he’s a child) Killian pulls her into the bedroom, closes the door, crushes her lips with his and throws her on the bed like a rag doll. Her giggles echo against the walls as he drags his lips down her neck, growling against her skin.

“Daddy’s not jealous, is he?” she asks in amusement while tipping her head back, moaning as Killian nips the soft skin at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

“Of course not,” he claims breathily and undoes his pants. He rips Emma’s robe away from her lovely breasts and draws her soft nipples into his warm mouth, instantly making them hard as his cock stiffens against her nub. Without wasting another second, he takes his cock in hand and places the tip against her entrance, thrusting into her.

Emma moans and snakes her legs tightly around his waist, eagerly taking his entire length as he fucks her rough and hard, making her scream, “Oh, Daddy! Harder… please!”

Killian groans and gives his Swan exactly what she wants. What she needs.

“Yes, Killian, yes!”

There’s something about knowing her ex is just outside the door listening to Emma scream her boyfriend's name in ecstasy, letting Graham know exactly who she belongs to as he makes her come undone—something Graham could never do—that makes his blood run hot. Killian brings her to orgasm over and over again, each time making her scream so loudly, he’s sure the entire neighborhood can hear.

After they’re done, both flushed and clothed and back in the kitchen, he doesn’t have to wonder if Graham heard them or not because judging by how flustered he is, how crimson his cheeks are and how much he stutters when explaining how he fixed the sink, he definitely heard.

Killian has to suppress a smirk.

Graham gathers his tools and says earnestly to Emma, “I’m glad you found someone who’s capable of making you happy after I couldn’t.” In more ways than one, Killian is tempted to add. “It was nice seeing you again.” He glances at Killian. “And it was nice to meet you.”

Killian grins big and wide as he opens the door for Graham. “Oh, believe me when I say, the pleasure was all ours.”

Graham stumbles ungracefully over the threshold, almost tripping and falling and dropping his toolbox but catching himself on the doorframe. Killian can sense Emma is suppressing a laugh as Graham flashes them a forced, awkward smile before turning around and taking off.

Killian chuckles as he flings the door closed, never seeing a man so flustered or embarrassed in his entire life. As he scoops Emma up into his arms and carries her off to the bed again, her giggles reverberating through the house, he almost feels sorry for the poor bloke.

Almost.

#cs ff #captain swan #cs smut #oh daddy prompt #proving a point #my fic

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photos-from-the-news · 6 months

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March 3, 1935 - Evansville Press

A Couple of Tough Guys!

Dicky Brown might not be big enough to pin his father to the mat, but he claims he can put it all over Lou Plummer's son, Buddy. Dicky, 51-pound 5-year-old husky, is pictured above with his father Orville Brown, well known manler.

Dicky rides a pony on his father's farm wat Wallace, Kas, and is no mean jockey. However, his first love is wrestling and he works out every day in his dad's gym. His one ambition right now is to wrestle the 50-pound Plummer youngster. Both lads are near five years old.

Dicky's father mixes with Dick Raines in the feature match at Agoga Tabernackle Tuesday night.

#history #historic photo #newspaper #photography #black and white #1930s #wrestling #wrestling history #kansas

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princessfbi · 4 years

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Thank you @renecdote for the tag 😊

Fave colour(s): Purple followed by deep blue

Last song: Alone Together from the Bridgerton Musical

Last movie: The Sound of Music for the late Snacktastic Christopher Plummer

Watching: Let’s be honest I’m rewatching 9-1-1 along with the current season.

Reading: Trying to catch up on fanfic but I’ve also discovered the gay hockey romance genre recently so my kindle library is full!

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Savory spicy. Like I like spice for a reason if that makes sense.

Tea or coffee: Was tea. Then I moved home and can literally throw a stone at a Dunkin so now it’s coffee.

Who else would like to play? I’ll tag: @buddie-buddie @paul-strickland @gracieli

#tag game

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ducktracy · 5 years

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104. buddy’s lost world (1935)

release date: may 18th, 1935

series: looney tunes

director: jack king

starring: jack carr (buddy)

the first of the buddy cartoons that includes a shot of his smiling face (à la disney), a tradition that would be carried on with the beans cartoons and a handful of porky cartoons. though i suppose you could also count the numerous “bugs bunny in”s, too. considered the first entry of the dinosaur cartoons, a popular genre in the looney tunes universe, buddy and his dog bozo discover the “lost world”—a prehistoric haven whose novelty wears off rather quickly when its dangers are exposed.

buddy’s all set to disembark on his quest, his sail advertising “CAPT. BUDDY’S EXPEDITION TO THE LOST WORLD”. he greets a cheering crowd by shaking his fits proudly, eating up the attention. he starts the motor of his boat (meaning the sail is entirely redundant, which i love) and rockets off. unfortunately for his crowd, he forgot to untie the rope anchoring him to the dock. the entire dock plummer’s into the waters as his fanbase all try to swim to shore.

a nice back angle of buddy and his pal bozo riding in the boat, heading for land (buddy excitedly proclaiming “land, bozo! land!”). if i’m not mistaken (it’s been a few months since i’ve seen the cartoon), the same shot would be reused with porky in fish tales, another jack king short. a wave propels them to shore, the boat screeching to a halt. buddy and bozo disembark, bozo yapping happily while buddy unravels a map. he yells “oh boy, it’s the lost island! hooray! oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” buddy sounds like an actual kid here. i‘ve seem a source or two list child actor jackie morrow as a voice credit for buddy, but i can’t attest to its validity. so, for the time being, jack carr will be a placeholder name until i figure out elsewhere (like the johnny murray/max maxwell situation with bosko and his changing voice, especially in his later WB cartoons)

elsewhere, bozo spots a pair of footprints. he sniffs them out, causing them to inch forward slightly. more sniffing, more inching. he follows the footprints through an area decorated thickly with trees, continuing on. the trees are no trees at all, but the legs of a massive dinosaur—good staging. the dinosaur angrily stalks bozo, who is stalking the footprints. only when the dinosaur snorts does bozo realize he’s being followed. terrified, bozo zips away, whirling past a woman jump roping.

in the midst of his panic, bozo comes across a caveman digging at the dirt like a dog. ...interesting. the caveman growls at his uninvited visitor, both of them circling each other on all fours. finally, the caveman dips into his hole and brings out a giant bone under his protection. the caveman runs away, and bozo, now curious, digs at the ground.

bozo finds a bone... and plenty of them. he unearths an entire dinosaur skeleton, getting trapped inside its ribs. he yowls for help, catching the attention of buddy, who had been wandering the island. he spots his shanghaied pooch and tries to tug him out, but to no avail. he meanders to the skull of the dinosaur, prying open its jaws and whistling for bozo to come to him. bozo gratefully darts out of the dinosaur’s mouth and covers buddy in thankful kisses.

back to the caveman/dog hybrid, who now has a tail? he didn’t before, which is odd. i wonder if that was an additive or a subtractive—was he originally supposed to have one and they forgot? or was one of the animators putting his own flair on things? he’s sniffing at some bushes, scratching behind his ear with his foot while buddy and bozo discreetly observe. unable to stand it any longer, bozo launches after the caveman, buddy chasing behind.

bozo and the caveman take their chase into a cave, buddy getting the short end of the stick and slamming against a rock that closes the entrance off. unbeknownst to buddy, a hungry plant licks its lips and looms behind him, a good setup as buddy obliviously calls for bozo as the plant comes in for the kill. buddy realizes he has company, but too late. the plant swallows him whole. buddy tumbles through its inside, a rather creative segue as he pops out of another plant attached to a cliff.

it’s just as well—buddy stumbles across civilization. the underscore for this scene is... confusing. it’s “lullaby of broadway”, from the musical gold diggers of ‘35 (not to be confused with gold diggers of ‘33. and, of course, the cartoon gold diggers of ‘49). it’s a catchy song, absolutely, but a song whose lyrics entail “the rumble of the subway train, the rattle of the taxis” doesn’t quite fit the mood for a prehistoric village. maybe that’s the point, though, and i’m just thinking too far into it. likely it was probably used as for advertising purposes for the movie, like a discreet merrie melody. the village is thriving, villagers playing croquet, with wishbones serving as the wickets.

buddy is mesmerized and takes a closer look, sliding down a tree trunk that actually turns out to be a happy dinosaur. meanwhile, three prehistoric caricatures of the three stooges pop up (wonderfully weird) and observe buddy. larry shushes curly, who sneezes, and the typical eye poking slapstick ensues. back to buddy, who feeds his dinosaur companion an apple.

larry devises an incomprehensible plan, sneaking away from the group. funny how larry’s the villain, you’d think moe would be the one. larry spots bozo, who’s tied up to a tree (did he escape?). larry unties him and ties him to what appears to be a giant mousetrap.

bozo cries for help, and buddy, still playing with his dinosaur friend, hears him and runs to the rescue. buddy attempts to free his pooch, but to no avail. instead, he activated the trap, metal bars enclosing the two as larry approaches his victims. moe and curly come sauntering over, larry signaling for them to push while he pulls. moe gives curly a sock in the head for good measure before pushing the cage.

who knew the three stooges were cannibals? buddy and bozo are in a boiling pot while the once happy villagers are chanting on the ceremony. we have a collection of gags to lighten the mood. after all, it is a feast! a man presses down on a dinosaur skeleton’s teeth, chimes reverberating against the ribs. elsewhere, two cavemen do a waltz, intermittently hitting each other on the head. the same gag would be reused in naughty neighbors, executed in a much funnier manner. probably the most amusing part of the cartoon (though porky’s poor attempts to harmonize with petunia in “would you like to take a walk?” is also a highlight). nevertheless, it’s still a funny gag.

buddy cries for help as the pot begins to stir, and his dinosaur friend hears his shrieks. i love the perspective on this shot. in motion, it’s a little wonky—as though they didn’t know how to truly commit to the perspective all the way through the scene. this is the best it looks in this single key frame (though i’m sure that’s also the result of a different animator for the inbetweens). i applaud them for trying. jack king’s cartoons aren’t my favorite, but i do like that he has an eye for cinematography, like a predecessor to frank tashlin. the dinosaur approaches the crowd, grabbing a caveman (who i think is supposed to be larry) and tossing him towards the camera, much to the delight of buddy and bozo. he tosses another identical caveman, a random rock appearing and disappearing from the scene.

the dinosaur dips its head into the pot and scoops up both buddy and bozo. buddy slides down the dinosaur’s neck and lands comfortably on its back, the dinosaur gingerly placing bozo beside him. buddy crowns the dinosaur with his captain’s hat, and we iris out as buddy gets covered in kisses by both bozo and the dinosaur.

as far as buddy cartoons go, this one wasn’t too bad! still rather mediocre, but less mediocre than others. i wasn’t too excited about this one, but i’m always glad to be proven wrong. having the three stooges as three cannibals was a very interesting plot point i never woukd have guessed in a million years. speaking of plots, the weird caveman/dog hybrid... i guess that was just there for the sake of being there? it felt too extended to be a gag, like a plot point in itself, but also feels too loose and discombobulated to the actual plot at hand. nothing very exciting in the cartoon, but it was cute. maybe worth a watch just because of how strange it is. i’ll always value absurdity!

link!

#lt #buddy’s lost world #reviews #long post

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thediaryofatheatrekid · 4 years

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Casting Goals for Brian d’Arcy James?

Casting Goals:

Cogsworth in Beauty and the Beast

Buddy Plummer in Follies

Herbie in Gypsy

Fredrik Egerman in A Little Night Music

Max Bialystock in The Producers

The Wizard in Wicked

Once Upon a December:

Billy Bigelow in Carousel

Harry in Company

Baker in Into the Woods

Father in Ragtime

#What's the Buzz?#Brian d'Arcy James #Casting Goals #Once Upon a December #Beauty and the Beast #Follies #Gypsy #A Little Night Music #The Producers #Wicked #Carousel #Company #Into the Woods #Ragtime

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gotatext · 5 years

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hello, it’s swamp witch nora again…. i couldn’t stay away.... hitting u with a tiny baby boy who is also terrible (sometimes). musical softboi who loves karl marx and hates children dying in cobalt mines to make smart phones. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board, have a peruse. fyi sorry for those of u who have read this intro a thousand times i literally.... can never b bothred to change it n i think thats really sexy of me x

CHARLIE PLUMMER / DEMI-BOY — don’t look now, but is that rory bergström i see? the 23 year old music student is in their junior year and he is a rochester alum. i hear they can be whimsical, impassioned, self-indulgent and nitpicky, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet he / they will make a name for themselves living in griffin street. ( nora. 24. gmt. she/her. )

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

tw ocd, anxiety, drugs

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having nice parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fit in and he didn’t want to fit in. unironically wore a trenchcoat to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his safe space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

virgin who can’t drive

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some

has been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. rory don’t really know where they fit yet, sometimes he feels like a guy and sometimes they dont feel like anything at all!! slippin out of his physical form into the spirit realm! isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but currently feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden even tho it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it!!!!

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in through classes but still gets really good grades because he’s very good at his course. rarely attends classes. prefers to work independently. doesn’t really trust his tutors are intelligent enough to be teaching him, and is particularly suspicious of the lockwood tutors. a music snob tbh

occasionally deals weed n pills when strapped for cash, but only 2 ppl he knows, and on a very small scale grass-roots level!! (so its ok???) rollerskates around campus dealing cos they dnt have a car. we love to see it

aesthetics: bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and drumming into blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, watching vine compilations until your eyes turn square, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones, floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes: weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… has never hooked up with anyone… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

study buddies,

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth),

unrequited crushes!!

actually i think rory had sex w delilah in the last version of this rp so if u want a hook up plot its possible just unlikely. they’d hav 2 be the driving force i reckon cos rory doesn’t really act on impulses like desire or anythin.... jst bottles that shit up !!! but yea we could do a spicy hook up plot maybs, depending on the person

someone they met at a knitting club in freshman year and have remained friends with despite no longer going to it

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

skaters. rory is really shit at skateboarding. like really shit. help the smol

#tw drugs #tw ocd #tw anxiety #HUNTINGTONINTRO

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fireofthestars · 5 years

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I read the reviews for The Last Full Measure so you didn’t have to

First off, most of the reviews I saw were ‘mostly’ positive. There were many reviewers who had issues with the movie itself, mostly with the way the story was structured, but there was very little criticism of the actors. They mostly praised the veteran actors for making something out of ‘limp’ material and most apparently thought Sebastian was a good fit for his role. There were some negative reviews behind paywalls so I have no idea what they had to say...but even some of the most negative reviews I saw gave grudging respect to the actors.

With that nitpick out of the way, and with full praise for an excellent and superbly leveraged cast including Sebastian Stan, Christopher Plummer, William Hurt, Ed Harris, Samuel L. Jackson, Jeremy Irvine, Peter Fonda and Diane Ladd, The Last Full Measure stands as a fascinating document of how truly messed up every aspect of the Vietnam War was. It’s also a touching if occasionally syrupy rumination on the nature and provenance of valor. The film unfolds more than 30 years later, late in the Clinton administration, via fictional Pentagon investigator Scott Huffman, played by Captain America’s Romanian-born Sebastian Stan.-original Cinema

This marvelous saga deserves a stellar cast and Robinson has managed to assemble the perfect one. Stan pulls off the lead role with a deft touch. It’s a welcome departure from his recurring role as Bucky Barnes in the Marvel’s AVENGERS franchise. kaplan vs kaplain

It’s debatable whether the flick needed to go bigger or go smaller, but at times, it seems stuck in the middle. Luckily, the strong cast helps to make up for that. Sebastian Stan proves an effective leading man, while the likes of Peter Fonda, William Hurt, Samuel L. Jackson, Diane Ladd, Christopher Plummer, and Bradley Whitford provide able support-Hollywood News

Most of our time is spent following Sebastian Stan as the harried Washington staffer as he interviews the soldier’s old buddies, and it’s not a very interesting role for him as all he gets to do is ask questions and listen to stories. A version of the film where Stan himself played Pitsenbarger during the war would have been a lot more appealing, but he’s left with little to do here except react to his impressive, veteran co-stars.-joblo.com (I thought that was an interesting observation. Yeah, he could have done that, would have had to de-age him a little though, but yeah.)

Uncommonly good-looking Pentagon staffer Scott Huffman (Sebastian Stan)-can’t remember where this one was from, but thought it was funny.

I don’t know how well the movie will do, but apparently Sebastian did just fine for his first outing at the top of the credits. Good for him.

#the last full measure #Sebastian Stan

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