#dan woolf

[papillon-de-mai]

— Patrick Marber, from "Closer" (1997)

[luckystarinsky]

“I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.”

—Marina Tsvetaeva, from “On Love”

[breadcrxmbs-reblogs]

100% not surprised

[hitchell-mope]

Good movie. Depressing. But good.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompts: Art

Ekphrastic - literature that describes a work of art

A character sees their own portrait for the first time.

Describe a painting and challenge a friend to identify it.

The story of a painting from the point of view of…

The painter

The subject/model

The commissioner/purchaser

A visitor to a gallery or estate

A forger

A restorer

A character notices something in a painting that they had previously overlooked.

A self-portrait leading to a journey.

Describe a reproduction of a painting, and how it differs from the original.

A painting is used for a resurrection.

How is the painting framed?

A painting is destroyed.

Whose task is it to preserve the paintings?

Close up vs. far away.

A painting is recreated from a description.

Write a catalogue entry for your favourite painting.

Describe a painting on the opening night of a gallery or exhibition.

Focus on a pigment or brushstroke.

The history of an unfinished painting.

Uncover the layers.

The biggest painting you’ve seen.

The smallest painting you’ve seen.

Descriptions of paintings can be used for…

Moments of recognition – Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Strategy – Thrawn in Rebels & the novelisations

Symbols of the self – The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Communing with the dead – My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

Developing the character of the painter – Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

Developing the character of the model – The Girl with the Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier

Developing occupations – A Month in the Country by J.L. Carr

Setting the (internal and external) scene – To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Revealing secret symbols – every Dan Brown book ever?

Introducing clues – By The Pricking of My Thumbs by Agatha Christie

Relating historical events – The Monuments Men by Robert M. Edsel

Concealing a safe or doorway – every other mystery novel

Uncanny occurrences & obsessions – The Mezzotint by M.R. James

…or any use you put them to! Practice painting with words using the above prompts.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Prompts

[noradegrantz]

Closer (2004)

writer! Anakin x fem! reader

Anakin has Dan Woolf’s role in the fanfic and the reader has Alice Ayres’s role. It’s a pretty small fic cause I didn’t wanna write as many things as the movie <\3

Plus, I made it a more romantic and happy fic! I really hope that all of you will enjoy this! 💌

warnings: sexual content, implied smut, sex, established relationship

During a busy morning in London, writer Anakin meets a beautiful American woman after she is hit by a car, not used to the direction of traffic in England. On their walk back from the hospital, they stop by Postman's Park. Anakin asks her name, which she gives as ‘her name’. They soon become lovers.

One year later, Anakin has written a novel based on his lover’s life.

He truly loves you so much, the novel is full of stuff about you. How much he adores you, the things he likes about you, his relationship and daily life with you too. You worked at a local café in the mornings and as a stripper during nighttime. Who would have thought that a writer and a stripper would be such a match?

To him you were pure drug. His muse. His soul. Tormenting him. Your body, your eyes, your lips your tits, your thighs. Everything made him crave you more and more day by day.

On the weekends, when you were usually finishing from work before 2am, he drove you back home. After arriving home from the strip club, he bathed you slowly, touching all the right spots in the process, washed your hair throughly and lit candles to make a more romantic atmosphere.

Then, he made love to you. After wiping your naked body down with a towel, he laid you down on the bed and towered over you.

He entered you with such a delicacy and care. Pounding slowly while muffled moans left your cherry pink lips..

Oh, how much he loves those moans. They are like music in his ears. Knowing that even though you work in a strip club, none of these men get to put their filthy hands on you. Only him. He gets to undress you. He gets to touch you, to fuck you. Not anyone else. Him. Only Anakin. Even if you are a stripper you are so sensitive. You were a virgin before you met him. He has taught you everything. Positions, how to please him and how to please yourself as well. He always started off slowly and with care. Muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re taking me so well my love…”

“That’s it darling…I know that you can handle it”

He simply, can’t take his eyes off of you

and your angelic form.

You are an angel, that tastes like heaven.

[verbforverb]

Book Thoughts 2024

Tagged by @docholligay, everything in italics one hundred percent stolen from her. Anyone else who sees this can do this if they're interested, but maybe @sinni-ok-sessi if you feel like it? (challenge mode: only one patrick o'brien, super challenge mode: only one with a nautical theme.)

Best three books i read this year, that are new to me. In no real order. In so far as I think they have craft, in addition to me enjoying them.

Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier

Orlando, Virginia Woolf (don't look at me)

A State of Freedom, Neel Mukherjee / Forest Dark, Nicole Krauss, tying because I couldn't choose between them, and they occupy a very similar space in my reading. I would probably say the Mukherjee is better done from a craft sense, but I felt more of a connection and also a greater ratio of enjoyment to intense bleakness from the Krauss.

Book I expected to love and hated: Hyperion, Dan Simmons. I don't think it's a bad book, but I did not enjoy it at all.

Book I expected to hate and loved: The Diamond Age, Neal Stephenson, although "expected to hate" is a bit of an exaggeration - if I read something I usually expect to get something out of it. Expected to be far more annoyed by and less interested in than I was, maybe. And "loved" is also a bit of an exaggeration for 'had a pretty fun time, far more thought provoking than expected, still said "Neal what the fuck" intermittently.'

Three recommendations for when you're drinking on a plane:

Moonraker, Ian Fleming (surprisingly fun romp, brought the Tranby Croft affair to my notice where it now haunts every piece of britlit I read, probably improved because my expectations were very low after Live and Let Die)

Spectacles, Sue Perkins (just a fun time, and very touching in places)

1Q84, Haruki Murakami, because you can let the plot do what it does without caring how much sense it makes, and no-one will care if you sometimes have to close the book to stare into space and mutter under your breath such things as "what the fuck, dude, why" or "please stop" or "you've met women before, right? or like, people?" (I read this on an international train journey and I wasn't drinking but wish I had been. but I'll tell you what, I wasn't bored.)

Book I will absolutely reread: I did already reread both Gaudy Night and Busman's Honeymoon, but maybe The Hunter, Tana French.

Book I found overhyped: The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison - I didn't hate it, I thought it was ok. Everyone else seems to absolutely love it. Maybe because I saw it billed as court intrigue, for which I need a book to have much more court and much, MUCH more intrigue.

Author I read the most this year: Dorothy Sayers

Favorite author I discovered: If this is "favorite author whose work I hadn't read before", Dorothy Sayers and Virginia Woolf, but it feels a little weird to talk about "discovering" them. If we're meaning "favorite author I'd never heard of before", probably Nicole Krauss, though I've only read the one of hers so who knows.

Reread that was better than I remembered: I don't track rereads, and also don't think I did much rereading this year, aside from some Dorothy Sayers and a couple of poetry collections, and those not with enough of a gap to forget anything about them. So not sure of an answer for this. I'll come back to this if I remember something.

Reread that was worse than I remembered: As above.

Book I would have bled for and died over if the cast had been all/mostly women: His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik. Now, I enjoyed it reasonably well as is. But I think I could have gotten properly deranged about it if, as well as a universe where the Napoleonic wars are fought with dragons, we suspend our disbelief one step further and also have there be lesbians instead of institutional misogyny.

Favorite nonfiction: Portrait of a Marriage, Nigel Nicolson (don't look at me!!!!)

The worst three books I read this year, in that I think they utterly lacked craft, in addition to me not enjoying them:

Elephants Can Remember, Agatha Christie

On Basilisk Station, David Weber, which I'm being extra harsh on because I think I could have really enjoyed it in a trashy scifi way had it been maybe 20% better written.

Live and Let Die, Ian Fleming, although it did bring us the immortal line, "According to the CIA she's a corker."

[jeanchrisosme]

Il y a une sorte de tristesse qui vient du fait d’en savoir trop, de voir le monde tel qu’il est vraiment. C’est la tristesse de comprendre que la vie n’est pas vraiment une grande aventure, mais une série de petits moments, souvent insignifiants ; que l’amour n’est pas un conte de fées, mais une émotion fragile et fugace ; que le bonheur n’est pas un état permanent, mais un état rare, un aperçu fugace de quelque chose auquel nous ne pouvons jamais nous accrocher. Et dans cette compréhension, il y a une profonde solitude, un sentiment d’être coupé du monde, des autres, de soi-même.

Virginia Woolf

[papillon-de-mai]

Closer was one of the most exciting, visceral pieces of writing I’d read. I really wanted to play Larry, but Patrick thought I was too young. Ciarán Hinds was cast in that role but I got a message from my agent: would I like to play Dan instead? Yes, I would.

My strongest memory is Dan’s softness. Larry rips him apart and he is really exposed. He is in love with the idea of being in love and just has a brutal awakening. Closer is such an honest examination of the pain from relationships and what it feels like to be bereft.

— Clive Owen, from "How we made Closer", Guardian (July 2019)

[ecrirencore]

Man Ray, Virginia Woolf, 1935.

"Mon chéri,

J’ai la certitude que je vais devenir folle à nouveau : je sens que nous ne pourrons pas supporter une nouvelle fois l’une de ces horribles périodes. Et je sens que je ne m’en remettrai pas cette fois-ci. Je commence à entendre des voix et je ne peux pas me concentrer.

Alors, je fais ce qui semble être la meilleure chose à faire. Tu m’as donné le plus grand bonheur possible. Tu as été pour moi ce que personne d’autre n’aurait pu être. Je ne crois pas que deux êtres eussent pu être plus heureux que nous jusqu’à l’arrivée de cette affreuse maladie. Je ne peux plus lutter davantage, je sais que je gâche ta vie, que sans moi tu pourrais travailler. Et tu travailleras, je le sais.

Vois-tu, je ne peux même pas écrire cette lettre correctement. Je ne peux pas lire. Ce que je veux dire, c’est que je te dois tout le bonheur de ma vie. Tu t’es montré d’une patience absolue avec moi et d’une incroyable bonté. Je tiens à dire cela — tout le monde le sait.

Si quelqu’un avait pu me sauver, cela aurait été toi. Je ne sais plus rien si ce n’est la certitude de ta bonté. Je ne peux pas continuer à gâcher ta vie plus longtemps. Je ne pense pas que deux personnes auraient pu être plus heureuses que nous l’avons été."

Virginia Woolf s’est suicidée le 28 mars 1941. L’immense écrivaine anglaise, romancière hors pair et féministe de la première heure, a épousé très jeune Leonard, auteur mineur qui eut la grandeur de s’effacer devant le talent de sa femme et de la protéger des appels de la folie. Si ce mariage fut non consommé, si Virginia trouva des âmes sœurs féminines où s’adonner à la sensualité, c’est à cet époux dévoué et exemplaire qu’elle adresse ses derniers mots avant de se noyer dans un lac, de nuit. Voici sa dernière lettre d’amour.

[luckystarinsky]

“Maybe it was something not important to you, but it was my heart.”

—Mahmoud Darwish

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

hello mara, i hope you are having a good day today :]

what are your opinions on classic literature? or anything equated to classical stuff

GOOD MORNING LORD AND MASTER ANONYMOUS: HELLO!

it:s my first day waking up in december after a prolonged november due to me being so darn late with my subscriber post; and, you know: partially there is related to classic literature, because on December 1st, instead of finishing my letters i had been doing a graveyard shift from 3~12 cleaning dog cages and getting nauseous and feverish around the 10 o'clock, and this is relevant because i use this time to listen to audiobooks, and over the month i had finished Drood by Dan Simmons (which is about Dickens, classic literature) and which had led me to want to listen to Dickens's Bleak House (which is mentioned in Drood with a lot of sentimentality, and which i heard heard is 'like The Wire')--and though Dickens really should not be representative of all of classic literature: i can not stand Bleak House, but i do not dislike it; Bleak House is a story i want to enjoy but i need to read chapter synopses after each listening session because i can not mentally follow all of the characters, and at some point the story just breaks down into total noise (though this is less bad during the Esther chapters). so, as it relates to work: Bleak House has directly made me not want to listen to classic literature while cleaning dog cages from 3~12 because Dickens is too densely characterized and too slow, and listening to five newly introduced characters stand around the dead body of an opium-addicted law-writer blab about legal procedure for forty minutes was not helping my fever or my nausea or the tedium of cleaning floors--i dropped it for some Tiktok favorite book Liz Moore's God of the Woods and finished it on my shift, December 1st, and actually really enjoyed it as a brain-off thriller with some plot elements that made me think of the warmer parts of Twin Peaks.

But I like classic literature over-all, sort-of; it's a very broad "category" and I wouldn't say it's my favorite except on an author-to-author basis, ex: I'm currently really enamored by Henry James and think he writes almost like this strangely perfect alien who just makes these clunky inhuman sentences that are structured like total magic--and if my times are right, by the time his writing career was beginning to close, Gertrude Stein was making a name for herself; and then I have an interest in reading Woolf and Dorothy Richardson (I don't know if they'd be considered classic)--and the Russians (I'm reading Brothers Karamazov at the moment and while I am getting something out of each chapter, Brothers has me wanting for something shorter, because there are just so many books I'd like to read and my life is sort-of breezing through my fingertips). Moby Dick! I want to read that at some point. Master and Margarita(?) too, at some point, because I heard it's about a large satanic cat that materialized in a girls room and speaks with her.

But I like classic literature; my first exposure to it was Frankenstein in HS and I think that remains one of my all-time favorites--really maybe what set me off on loving reading, and to collect a bunch of 'classic' stories while a highschooler and constantly read through them (I got stuck on mythology for awhile) because I had this silly idea that I was like an RPG character and by reading this stuff I would 'improve' and become more erudite (reality is I mostly just became exhausted with stodgy slow books I largely wasn't enjoying);

so: more-so than classic, I just really hinge upon having an interest in the author; Henry James isn't a person I'd have thought myself really interested in, but he is fascinating. It's just passion and interest that drives me to read; if enough bad Tiktok videos hype up some trash book I'll want to read it or listen to it (I'm listening to All Fours by Miranda July, who narrates it and has a lovely voice, but this is total trash, I'm fine with it though); that's it lord and master anonymous, take care.

[les-belles-mecaniques]

Affiche de la BENTLEY BLUE TRAIN . La Bentley Speed ​​Six est une auto créée pour la piste qui a forgé l'histoire de Bentley , victorieuse au Mans à plusieurs reprises, introduisant l'induction d'air forcé (compresseur) dans l'automobile sur son moteur de 180ch. Celle que l'on surnomme la « Train Bleu » est un exemplaire unique fabriqué en 1930 , célèbre pour avoir réussi à battre le célèbre « Train Bleu » , faisant le trajet entre Cannes et Calais. Sa ligne de toit basse lui confère un profil élancé . Elle était la seule Speed ​​Six dotée d'un toit. Ce design a été utilisé par l'équipe de design Bentley comme l'une des sources d'inspiration de la Continental GT moderne. Le pari à 200£ Alors à Cannes avec des amis, Woolf Barnato, président de Bentley parie 200£ qu'il peut battre le train bleu...

[aurevoirmonty]

"Il existe une forme de tristesse qui naît du fait d'en savoir trop, de voir le monde tel qu'il est vraiment. C'est la tristesse de comprendre que la vie n'est pas une grande aventure, mais une succession de petits moments insignifiants, que l'amour n'est pas un conte de fées, mais une émotion fragile et fugace, que le bonheur n'est pas un état permanent, mais un aperçu rare et fugace de quelque chose auquel on ne peut jamais s'accrocher. Et dans cette compréhension se cache une profonde solitude, un sentiment d'être coupé du monde, des autres, de soi-même."

Virginia Woolf, Vers le phare.

[damedianariggalbumphoto]

David Suchet et Diana sur scène dans "Qui a peur de Virginia Woolf ?"

[detournementsmineurs]

Nicole Kidman dans “The Hours” de Stephen Daldry (2002) - adapté du roman éponyme de Michael Cunningham (1999) racontant l'histoire de trois femmes à des époques et lieux différents autour du roman “Mrs Dalloway” de Virginia Woolf (circa 1923-25) - avril 2025.