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So I'm terrible about actually writing fic but in honor of the first night/day of Chanukah here's my headcanon of SMH playing dreidel.

It's a train wreck. The only reason it isn't banned in the Haus like most other games is bc they play it once a year and you can't have a Chanukah party without playing driedel.

Jack and Holster are super competitive and rub it in everyone's faces whenever they get gimmel.

Nursey is that one person who no matter how hard he tries can't seem to get a good spin on the dreidel.

Dex got bored five minutes into the game and started eating his gelt to the horror of Holster.

Bitty straight up abandoned the game to go check on his pie and has to get dragged back into the room every time it's his turn so he can spin.

He doesn't even wait to check what it is after spinning he's just gone. Jack is stuck having to collect his winnings or put one in. He'd prefer to quit and let his boyfriend have his gelt but Holster had a rules hissyfit and so he's stuck playing until he's out of gelt naturally. He keeps hoping for shin but keeps getting nun and hay.

Farmer is one of those people who can spin the dreidel on its head and she proceeds to do it every time it's her turn.

The first time she did it play stopped for a good ten minutes because everyone needed to be taught how to do it. Holster already could and Ransom learned freshman year, but the rest of them are useless at it. Jack tries so hard but he can only get it occasionally and he totally sulks about it.

It was during this interlude that Bitty first tried to leave and was forced to stay.

Chowder has spent the entire game wrapped around Farmer who is almost as competitive as Jack and Holster but keeps getting distracted by how comfy her boyfriend is.

He and Lardo are just watching since they don't want to get caught up in the drama and eventual fight between Holster and Jack.

Plus he doesn't like the way the chocolate tastes/feels in his braces so he's okay not winning any.

Chowder and Farmer are adorable and initially they kept getting fined which was okay since during the game a fine is just putting a coin in the middle. Farmer won it all back on her turn anyway.

They had to stop using that rule however when Bitty tried to exploit it to get out of playing. It was the most sickening and impressive two minutes anyone had ever experienced as Bitty called Jack every pet name in the book while sitting in his lap and staring Holster dead in the eyes and slowly putting coin after coin in the center.

Holster wouldn't let him get out of playing but he did finally relent and let him check on his pies in the kitchen when it wasn't his turn.

Tango spends the entire game asking what the different letters mean every time its his turn. The amount of times he has had it all explained to him is truly frightening. Holster can't tell if he's being trolled and at this point he doesn't want to find out.

Whiskey is doesn't talk throughout the game and spins quickly on his turn and is that person who always seems to get gimmel or hay no matter how badly he spins.

Shitty at some point decided to play strip dreidel without telling anyone he was doing it or letting anyone except Lardo know the rules.

According to her he's doing things correctly but the rest of them can't tell.

Ford is the one who bought everything and she's having fun playing but she's come to realize that she did not buy enough gelt or driedels.

Thank god Lardo showed up with a bag of two dozen plastic driedels and a bag of gelt bigger than both of her fists. Otherwise there would have been an issue when Whiskey got gimmel for the third time in a row and Holster chucked the dreidel across the room and proclaimed it a "bullshit dreidel."

This has happened around half a dozen times by the time they're halfway through the game. Holster is not the sole person responsible for needing a new driedel though. Jack has also thrown driedels and there was that one spin of Nursey's so bad that the driedel went off the table and they're still not sure where it went just that it's gone.

Thank god Lardo talked her into leaving the nice one she brought from home on the kitchen table with Jack's menorah and the leftovers of the obscene amount of latkas Bitty and Holster made for dinner. She rather likes it and it'd suck if it got broken in the scuffle.

[denois]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic), masterchef - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Characters: Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Caitlin Farmer, Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz, Denice "Foxtrot" Ford, Tony "Tango" Tangredi, Nonna T Tangredi, Denice Ford's Brothers, Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Kent "Parse" Parson, Gordon Ramsay, Christina Tosi, Joe Bastianich, Vicky Poindexter (OFC), Poindexter Family (Check Please!) Additional Tags: Original Male Character(s) - Freeform, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Background or Minor Christopher "Chowder" Chow/Caitlin Farmer, Background or Minor Jack Zimmermann/Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Alternate Universe - Masterchef (TV) Fusion, The Masterchef judges are there to be Masterchef judges, passive aggressive hospitality, Microaggressions, islamophobia - not as a major plot point, antisemitism - not as a major plot point, Jewish!Dex, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss, slow burn?, Slow Burn, at least they have a legit reason to not use their words during the course of this fic, Fake Dating, Background and minor other Falc characters, Background and minor other Aces characters Summary:

Nursey and Chowder know that Dex has what it takes to win Masterchef, they also know he'd never apply for himself. It's not really betraying your best friend's trust if you only lie to him in order to help him get what he deserves, right?

Dex's Junior year is busy. So busy that he forgot to apply for internships. A call from the Masterchef producers indicates that he has summer plans after all. His best friends (and crush) believe in him, how far will he push himself to not let them down?

What is the definition of winning anyway? Is it the trophy and title? Or is about who is with you at the end?

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[cullen-collective]

Bella fiddled with the stereo on the shelf in Edythe's room. Edythe was perched on the chaise, writing out her Biology homework in perfect cursive, never bothering to look at her textbook. Bella was adamantly refusing to do her homework, deciding instead to focus on the volumes and vinyl adorning Edythe's shelves.

Curious to know what Edythe had been listening to, Bella gently pressed play.

Florence Welch's warbled crooning filled the room.

"It reminds me of you," Edythe said, her voice impossibly close to Bella's ear. She'd moved to stand behind Bella as she perused her collection, lightning quick and deadly silent. Bella forced herself not to tense up.

She didn't think it would be prudent to mention that Bella herself had listened to this song about sixty-eight times since she'd first met Edythe, and she was grateful that the gorgeous redhead standing far too close to her wasn't able to crawl into her mind like she could with everyone else. She was having trouble keeping her thoughts to herself as the scent of jasmine and honey and Edythe assaulted her. While Bella had always appreciated Edythe's abilities and nature, it was never more apparent that she could get Bella to walk into the jaws of the beast with a smile and a song than when Edythe stood close and let her eyes cage Bella in like this.

The song picked up, and lifted one corner or Edythe's mouth with it, displaying the crooked smile that set Bella's veins on fire. Edythe took Bella's hands in her own and started to move. Perfect, graceful, and sinuous, she led Bella around the room, keeping time as they danced.

"Where did you learn to dance?" Bella asked.

"With Nanette Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter, at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center."

"Did you just quote Rent?"

"I've been alive for over one hundred years. You pick up the foxtrot." Edythe spun Bella out, then quickly back into her solid embrace, before taking Bella on a two step toward the chaise.

Bella laughed softly, feeling a bit lightheaded from her closeness. "Where did you learn to lead?"

Edythe giggled this time. It sounded like music, like one of the melodies she poured out on her piano, like Bella's personal lullaby. "Who do you think taught Emmett for his wedding? I have to know how to do it to teach it." She leaned closer, her lips the only thing on which Bella could focus. "Beside that, I like to lead."

Bella barely suppressed a shiver but Edythe grinned anyway. Bella rolled her eyes. "Why Miss Edythe Cullen, was that an inappropriate joke?"

"Absolutely not. Unless, of course, you enjoyed it." Edythe winked at her, before smiling softly. She was absolutely trying to give Bella a heart attack. She had to be.

Bella took a deep breath, gathering her wits. "Well, I do love this song." She smiled at Edythe and leaned her forehead against the other girl's, basking in the moment, allowing herself to simply exist in the space where this perfect being held her close and asked her to dance.

"Are you afraid, cause I am terrified..." Bella swallowed thickly as the lyrics flooded her thoughts.

"As do I," Edythe said, before humming along softly. "It's such a wonderful thing to love," she breathed out, barely audible, her voice wrapping around the music as though embracing it.

"I do, you know?" Bella said softly, her eyes focused on Edythe's, the warm golden color barely beginning to darken with the shadow of her thirst.

"Do what?" Edythe's eyebrows arched, and Bella was unsure if there was ever a being so beautiful.

And she chose Bella.

"Love you."

Edythe's eyes went wide, but she kept dancing. She managed not to falter a bit, and Bella began to doubt whether telling her had been a good idea. What if she was rejected? She didn't think she could ever recover if Edythe left. She loved her, fully, truly, without end or boundaries.

Edythe's lips split into a beaming smile, and Bella was left dazzled. She almost tripped over her own dancing feet, but Edythe caught her.

"Well it is a wonderful thing to love you, Bella Swan. A wonderful thing that I plan to do for the rest of my existence."

Edythe leaned closer than before, closer than she'd ever been, and Bella's breath stuck in her throat as her unyielding lips met Bella's own soft, warm ones.

But only for a moment.

Her breath came out in a huff as she kissed her back, the girl she loved with all her fragile human heart, and would until the universe ceased to exist.

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Happy birthday to my wifey, @bellasredchevy! I adore you, and I hope you have a wonderful day! ❤

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Jeff Tweedy’s Healing Power

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Normally, on Rosh Hashanah, I’d be visiting my 101-year-old grandmother at her retirement home. That obviously wasn’t going to happen this year, so I was happy to see that Jeff Tweedy was ringing in the new year with a drive-in show at the McHenry Outdoor Theater. My parents, girlfriend, and I got takeout from a nearby Hungarian joint (food my grandmother used to make, like chicken paprikash and goulash) and parked my mom’s van at our designated spot. This wasn’t your average drive-in show, though--something a year ago that would be really weird to say--with better-than-they-have-every-right-to-be cover bands in a baseball stadium lot. This was Music, the lead singer of Wilco, playing to people desperate to hear any sort of live performance, yes, but who also paid top dollar to see specifically Tweedy.

About an hour or so before the show was set to begin, probably every person in the parking lot got the breaking news notification on their phone that Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg--to many, the last thread preventing whatever semblance of democracy we ever had from unraveling--had died. You wondered whether Tweedy (about as politically outspoken as any Gen X indie rocker living in a blue city) and his band had heard the news, and whether they would bring it up. Finally walking out at 8 PM, they started with late singer-songwriter Debbie Friedman’s version of "Mi Shebeirach", the Jewish prayer for healing. COVID-19, Rosh Hashanah, RBG: This was appropriate for a number of reasons, though Tweedy and his sons had performed it a couple times during their early pandemic nightly Instagram concerts from home. ("According to Jewish tradition, a person who dies on Rosh Hashanah, which began tonight, is a tzaddik, a person of great righteousness," book critic Ruth Franklin would write in a widely circulated Tweet.) Perhaps most fitting, though, is that many of Tweedy’s songs played that night were, in a way, empathetic prayers for healing.

To me, Tweedy used to be somewhat of a Midwestern folk hero. In Nick Offerman’s book Gumption, what is essentially a tribute to friends and heroes of his who exude the qualities the title word connotes, the chapter dedicated to Tweedy focuses on his and Offerman’s commitments to the arts as an escape from their conservative upbringing and culminates in the story of how Wilco’s 2002 masterpiece Yankee Hotel Foxtrot came to be released. (Wilco was dropped by Warner Records after refusing to creatively concede, streamed the album for free on its website, and released it the next year on Nonesuch Records.) On his recent solo material--particularly 2014′s Sukierae, released under the name Tweedy, 2018′s WARM, and 2019′s WARMER--Tweedy’s shown a looser, gentler side. George Saunders’ impeccable liner notes for WARM called Tweedy “our great, wry, American consolation poet;” such a label seems to be coming to its apex on what will be now Tweedy’s third solo album in three years, the earnestly titled Love Is The King. As always, though, he’s unsure: “or I certainly hope so,” he said after revealing the title to the audience last Friday.

This expression of “love” varies from the biographically personal to the humanistic throughout Tweedy’s catalog. Sukierae was conceived as a way to positively process the cancer diagnosis of his wife Susie Miller Tweedy (she’s since recovered), and he played many of the album’s more devotional songs last Friday, from “New Moon” to “Summer Noon” to “Low Key” (“a minor smash hit...in my imagination,” he joked about the last). Indeed, the night was a family affair. Jeff was joined by his sons Sammy and Spencer on backing vocals and drums, respectively, and he offered familial anecdotes between many of the performed songs. He joked how his wife’s not a huge fan of WARMER’s “Guaranteed”, as the original lyrics were more complementary to her (“You’re a work of art” versus the eventual “You’re no walk in the park”), though the trials and tribulations of making a great love work is a more realistic depiction of faith than the idolatry of the former line. Contrast it with Wilco’s 1999 album Summerteeth, where Tweedy sang about his relationship in a much rockier sense. The upcoming reissue of the album, which contains a remaster of the original, demos, and a full concert from months after it was released, reveals a more on-edge version of Tweedy, rejecting the idea of playing certain songs live, half-jokingly uncomfortable at the band’s positive reception. Over the last few years, including Friday, he was more honest, more humorous, more at ease.

I posit that these few years of explicit musical familial introspection have improved Tweedy’s ability as a consolation poet at large, though not to be ignored is his now decade-long foray into collaboration with the great Mavis Staples. (Spencer played drums on Don’t Lose This, a 2015 posthumous release from Pops Staples.) During the show’s encore, which began with six straight covers, Sammy, Spencer, Jeff, and OHMME’s Sima Cunningham took turns singing “Friendship” from Don’t Lose This; later on, they’d perform the title track to Mavis’ Tweedy-penned You Are Not Alone. “You are not alone:” It’s another key to Tweedy, the songwriter and performer. Saunders writes, “Jeff told me once that what he’s trying to communicate to his listener is, ‘You’re O.K. You’re not alone. I’m singing to you, but I also hear you.’” He is aware.

Tweedy ended the show by talking a little bit about how and when Love Is The King was written, during quarantine, and though he maybe would have otherwise ended the show with the band’s dazzling version of Billy Bragg & Wilco’s “California Stars” (with masterful electric guitarwork from James Elkington), it felt better to end it with “Save It For Me”, coincidentally written the day George Floyd was murdered. Choking up, Tweedy said to the crowd, who were elated in the moment but in general likely reeling from any one or many of the health and spiritual crises ravaging the nation, some words of encouragement. “You’ll make it through.” But it’s something he said earlier in the show--I don’t exactly remember when--that stuck with me more. “I hope we live to see a better world,” he said, a simple and non-controversial enough statement that’s nonetheless radical in its fearlessness. I, too, hope we live to see a better world. I, too, hope love is the king.

[pulaasul]

Undo 7 - MCU x DCAU Ending 3 - Non-Canon Compliant

It has been years since the heroes and villains teamed up against Darkseid when people around the world randomly turned to dust, including Billy Batson’s twin sister and best friend. He’s summoned by the Wizard Shazam to undo this phenomenon.

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Billy was able to recompose himself as soon as the man in red and gold armor showed the infinity stones on his arms.

"No." Billy whispered as soon as he saw the stones on the man's arms. "Tcetorp mih laeh mih, Tcetorp mih laeh mih, Tcetorp mih laeh mih" He chanted as he began to produce static electricity.

"Ow!" Spider-Man exclaimed as he had felt a shock and slackened his hold on the boy in the process, making the child fall as a result.

Billy continued to chant as he slipped from Spider-Man's grip and fell. As soon as he landed, the electricity that surrounded him began to converge on his pointing finger and when he pointed it in the direction of the man in armor, it immediately left his hand and went straight to the man's arm just in time for the man to snap his fingers.

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"Ugh." Billy managed to groan as he regained consciousness.

"Nice of you to join us Pichu." A familiar voice commented.

This immediately sent Billy into overdrive and hastily tried to get up and get away from the person who just spoke. The amount of times he was kidnapped by his rogues definitely did something to him.

"Whoa calm down there kid!" The same voice stated. "There's no fire."

Billy looked at the man who spoke, it was the same man in the red and gold armor from the battle on the bed with burns on the right side of his face.

"Where am I?!" Billy questioned as he realized he wasn't in the battlefield.

"Stark Tower, Manhattan, New York." The man answered. "The med bay."

Billy nodded as the man listed off the address of the building he was in. He realized that he was connected to an IV drip, as was the man with him. He noticed that the room was divided by a glass wall.

"H-how…" Billy trailed off.

"If you're asking how long you were unconscious, I don't have a clue." The man admitted. "If you're asking how we're talking despite the glass that separates us," He paused. "FRIDAY transmits my voice to your room and vice versa."

"Hello young sir." A distinctly female voice greeted.

"That's FRIDAY." The man introduced. "The building's AI." He added. "Well my Personal AI."

"Done bragging to the child Stark?" Billy turned to the door and saw man wearing an eye patch.

"Hello to you too Foxtrot." The man named Stark dryly greeted.

"I'm strongly against talking to the patient right when he woke up." A female doctor stopped the man named Foxtrot. "We can't risk contamination in a sterile environment.

"This is a SHIELD sanctioned work." Foxtrot insisted.

"Don't worry Doctor Cho, I'll keep him in line." Stark vouched.

"I highly doubt that Tony." Another voice inserted as a big green being, wearing an arm sling, entered the med bay. "I'll keep the both of them in line Doctor Cho."

"Are you sure Doctor Banner?" The female doctor questioned. "The child just woke up from electrocution, if Spider-Man's words are to be believed."

"I'm sure." Doctor Banner nodded. "FRIDAY can you open the child's door and let Fury and I enter the room."

"As you wish Doctor Banner." FRIDAY affirmed as the room's door was unlocked.

"FRIDAY be a dear and lift the glass panel separating us." Stark voiced out. "I'd like to join in on the conversation myself."

"Affirmative Mr. Stark."

"Who are you and where did you come from." Fury demanded.

"Whoa calm down their Foxtrot." Stark stopped Fury. "The kid just woke up and you're subjecting him to an interrogation?"

"I agree." The big green being nodded. "Why don't we introduce ourselves?" He offered. "I'm Doctor Bruce Banner but you can call me Professor Hulk."

"Tony Stark."

"Nick Fury."

"I'm Billy Batson." Billy introduced himself.

"At least that takes care of the name." Fury muttered. "Where did you come from?" He continued to question.

"Still straight to the point I see." Tony commented. "You know I thought you left SHIELD Fury."

"Blame Ross." Fury replied. "He commissioned me to gather information on the child." He explained. "It's in relation to the accords."

"That's one mug I didn't miss in the last five years." The Stark stated. "Seriously, the first thing he does when he came back was to enforce the accords once more?"

"We can talk about the accords later." Hulk cut in. "How are you feeling Billy?" He asked the boy.

"I'm fine." Billy answered as he tried to make himself comfortable on the bed. "How long was I out?"

"You've been out for a week." Hulk answered. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember casting a spell towards him." Billy pointed at Tony. "Then he snapped his fingers." He added. "Then I'm here."

"I'm guessing you were already unconscious when the shockwave happened after Tony snapped his fingers." Hulk surmised. "Thankfully Hawkeye managed to secure you before you hit a slab of rock during the shockwave.

"There was another shockwave?" Billy exclaimed. "No, no, no, no." He began to panic at the revelation.

"Calm down kid." Tony exclaimed. "Nothing happened during the shockwave." He assured the boy. "Apart from killing the enemies, nothing happened."

"No, no, no, no." Billy continued to panic despite the assurance.

"Calm down kid, calm down." The green doctor gave the child some soothing touches. "Focus on my voice okay?"

Doctor Banner proceeded to calm down the panicking boy. He continued to ground the boy with his voice and soothing shoulder touches.

"Are you with us Billy?" Hulk asked.

Billy merely nodded.

"S-sorry." Billy apologized. "I was sent to this world to undo the effects of the Infinity Stones in my world."

"Your world?" Fury questioned.

"You're from a different Earth!" Professor Hulk exclaimed.

"Normally the effects of the Infinity Stones wouldn't affect our world but according to Solomon the destruction of the stones amplified the dusting that happened and affected other worlds." Billy continued. "The spell was supposed to protect and heal Mister Stark but if there was a shockwave, there is a chance that…"

"Remember carefully what Solomon told you." Hulk inserted himself in a soothing voice.

"Wait, no!" Billy exclaimed as he recalled his conversation with the wise king. "Only divine lightning can affect things in other universes." He sighed in relief.

"Okay back up a bit." Tony exclaimed. "You're saying you conversed with Solomon, the Jewish king?"

"Why not?" Billy shrugged. "I mean you have the Norse god of thunder fighting by your side."

"He's got you there Tony." Hulk chuckled.

"This also means that the accords has no jurisdiction on you." The Stark commented.

"Ross wouldn't like that technicality Stark." Fury groaned. "This child can transform into a full grown man and shoot lightning bolts wherever he pleases."

"Oh please, he just wants everyone under his control." Stark bitterly replied.

"Besides Billy's a minor." Bruce interjected. "The same stipulations for Spider-Man also apply with Billy." He added. "Identities of the minors that are vigilantes cannot be revealed and are instead placed under the mentorship of the hero who has signed the accords." The Hulk narrated.

"Spider-Man's an adult now." Fury pointed out. "He's 21 years old."

"Sixteen" Hulk corrected. "He's still 16 years old" He repeated. "He died in 2018 and was resurrected five years later." He added. "Besides, Ross does not know about Spider-Man's age, you only knew because you were present when Tony and Billy were rushed here to make more room for the injured in Wakanda."

"There you go." Tony smirked. "Forcing the child here to a contract, especially the accords, cannot be done."

"Besides the accords are in the process of getting repealed." Bruce commented." So it's moot if Billy manages to return to this reality in the future."

"Which brings me to." Tony looked at Billy. "Do you have any means of returning to your world?" He asked the boy.

"I doubt the infinity stones could do that." Professor Hulk commented.

"I have a magical anchor back in my world." Billy offered. "But that only serves as a beacon for me to return." He admitted. "Making a portal of my own is a bit out of my reach."

"Why not approach that Yen Sid?" Tony offered.

"Yen Sid?" Fury questioned.

"Doctor Strange is out of reach for the moment." The Hulk shared. "According to him and the Sanctum's accolades, the decimation did something there and he's investigating it." He continued. "That's all he said."

"What could be more important than celebrating for our victory?" Tony asked. "Besides sending this child home."

"Not everyone can afford the lavish lifestyle you have Stark." Fury sighed. "Some of us need to work our asses off just to make ends meet."

"Language!" Stark grinned. "In any case, leave the kid to us." He offered. "Morgan would love another playmate." He smiled.

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Two more weeks has passed since Billy was released from confinement due to his stunt. In that timeframe, he was forced to join a group of highschool students on tour inside Stark's building, forced to go on shopping by Mrs. Stark and Mrs. Parker, and even had the chance to play with Morgan, Tony and Pepper Stark's daughter.

In those two weeks Billy learned so much about this world.

Apart from the sorcerer supreme, Doctor Strange, and Captain Marvel -Carol Danvers- no one from his world exists in this world. There's no Wayne Enterprises or even a Superman, the closest this world has was this world's Thor. Heck the Justice League as a whole does not exist, but rather the Avengers was in its place.

Thankfully there's a version of the Rock of Eternity here. It is the Sanctum Santorium where Doctor Strange resides and he was here to send him home.

It may not be a cave and does not reside in a pocket dimension, but it's still the source of this realm's magic.

"I hope Stark hasn't corrupted you." Doctor Strange stated.

"Excuse you Yen Sid." Tony replied indignantly." I'll have you know, I'm a perfect role model."

"Yes because Spider-Man totally followed your instructions back then." Doctor Strange bit back.

"What can I do, he was in a rebellious phase." Tony snarked back.

"Can we focus here?" Wong sighed. "We have a child to send home to."

"I see you have a magical anchor back to your reality." Doctor Strange commented as the sigil on his arm glowed violet. "You took precautions and did not throw yourself into this world with reckless abandon." He added. "Unlike someone I know." He finished as he glared at Tony.

"Says the guy who gave away one of the stones." Tony whispered.

"It does help that the person who sent me here was my realm's Sorcerer Supreme." Billy smiled as the sorcerer ignored Tony's commentary.

Doctor Strange moved his right hand in a circular motion while his other hand was focused on the glowing violet light on Billy's arm.

A few seconds passed and a circular portal appeared with a few key differences: It was violet instead of orange and it was spewing violet ankhs instead of sparks.

"That's different." Wong commented.

"That's because of his magical anchor back on his home world." Doctor Strange answered.

"Looks like that's my cue." Billy announced. "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, Doctor Strange." He bowed in appreciation.

"Ah-ah." Tony interjected." It's Tony remember?"

"Of course Mr. Stark." Billy grinned.

"You've spent way too much time with Peter and Harley." Tony grumbled.

"Don't forget your souvenirs." Professor Hulk called out as he arrived and handed Billy a few bags.

"You really didn't have to Professor Hulk." Billy smiled sheepishly. "But still thank you." He bowed at the adults before him once more. "Give everyone my thanks." He stated one last time before he went inside the portal.

As soon as Billy entered the portal, the portal closed leaving the adult to their own devices.

"So Doc, was this the one possibility where we won?" Tony asked, curious.

"Frankly speaking, no." Doctor Strange answered. "I'm going to be frank with you Stark." He continued. "I spared your life on Titan because you were going to sacrifice it to defeat Thanos." He shared. "Billy Batson, his world's Captain Marvel, was the wild card." He added. "In all the other possible futures that I've seen, he wasn't in any of them."

"I suspected as much." Tony shrugged.

"That's cruel." Professor Hulk muttered to himself as soon as he heard what the wizard's reasoning was. "In any case according to Billy, Solomon had said that the Infinity Stones should not have affected his reality." He shared. "This was the one in a trillion chance that the stones affected the universe in which they weren't created in."

"I see." Doctor Strange nodded. "While he did have ulterior motives to help us out, it was still for the good of the many."

"I can only hope what Solomon said was true." Tony sighed. "That kid has seen way too much grief." He added. "If his reaction to waking up in an unfamiliar environment is to go by."

"Don't worry." Wong assured. "The Jewish King, Solomon, was said to have gained divine wisdom that lets him come up with unorthodox solutions to problems that arise." He continued.

"The popular story of such wisdom was the story of two mothers and a baby." Doctor Strange supplied.

"The story where he intends to cut the baby and give each mother half of the baby." Professor Hulk summarized the story. "Then explained his reasoning."

"I don't know if I'd call that wisdom." Tony scoffed. "Sounds to me like he was fed up with these women arguing so he tried to fillet the baby."

"In any case, Solomon's judgment hasn't swayed his kingdom wrong during his reign." Doctor Strange started. "Have faith Stark, Captain Marvel's arrival was divine intervention."

"What?" Tony snorted. "Thor wasn't divine enough for you?"

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Billy arrived back at the Rock of Eternity as he walked out of a violet ankh before it disappeared completely.

"Billy!" Courtney dashed towards the boy and promptly hugged him.

"Courtney!" Mary yelled. "You shouldn't even be up!"

"Courtney you're still suffering from the effects being magical anchor gave you." Zatanna informed.

"Oh I've missed you Billy!" Courtney tightened her hug on the new arrival, ignoring both women who has been yelling at her.

"Co-Courtney." Billy struggled. "N-nice to see you too." He managed to stutter.

"Court, could you let go of Billy?" Freddy decided to come to his friend's rescue. "He kinda needs some air." He grinned.

"O-oh my gosh!" Courtney immediately released her hold of Billy. "Are you okay Billy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Billy managed to wheeze out before attempting to stabilize his breathing and heartbeat.

"Did everything go smoothly young Billy?" Doctor Fate asked as he approached the young boy. "You've been gone for far longer than necessary." He continued. "Five hours since your departure from this realm, you had successfully undone what that otherworldly phenomenon has done to our reality."

"Yeah." Billy nodded." Although I was unconscious for a week and was stranded for another two weeks." He reported. "I arrived when a big fight occurred." He explained. "The enemy did what Superman did to me years ago and forced me to transform back."

"Are you okay?" Mary asked in concern as she approached her brother. "Physically and Mentally?"

"Yeah." Billy assured his sister. "Sort of."

"Sort of?" Freddy questioned.

"I can't help but imagine what would have happened to our world had the people who turned to dust did not return for five years." He sighed. "Or at all."

"That's how long they were gone?" Courtney gasped.

"Yeah." Billy nodded as he sat on the floor in exhaustion. "All of them were declared dead."

"That's horrible."

"Okay brats call off on questioning the kid!" A female voice interrupted the conversation.

"Harley Quinn." Mary and Freddy snarled.

Harley Quinn revealed herself not wearing her signature clown outfit, but rather sporting a dress, a pencil skirt and a doctor's gown.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Arkham?" Courtney glared as she readied her weapon.

"How'd you get in here?" Billy asked as he stood up.

"That quack doctor let me in." Harley answered cheerfully as she pointed towards the Lord of Order. "Unlike him I'm a licensed psychiatric doctor." She grinned. "And as doctor, my orders are to let Big Marvy rest or at least call off asking about the fight he was in."

Mary and Freddy sent a questioning glance at Doctor, silently asking why Harley Quinn was allowed inside the Rock of Eternity.

"I get the glares and all but don't you trust Batsy and Doctor Quack?" Harleen pouted.

"I can't help but notice, did you get new clothes while you were in that other world?" Courtney voiced as she turned her back on the psychiatrist.

"Yeah man." Freddy agreed. "New shoes to boot too!" He grinned. "Pun definitely not intended." He quickly added.

"Blame the heroes there." Billy pouted. "When I was stranded for two weeks, they forced me to a shopping spree."

"About time too." Mary agreed. "Your red sweaters barely fit you anymore."

"I have to agree with your sister Bill." Freddy grinned. "Your clothes were only a few stretches away from being torn and expose your ribs." He added. "You've definitely outgrown those, despite remaining thin.

"Not my fault I don't get to eat three times a day." Billy pouted.

"Don't give me that William Joseph Batson." Mary scowled. "I know for a fact that Uncle Dudley prepares for your meals every day." She glared at her twin. "You just chose not to eat them and give them to other people on the streets."

"Wait you are twins but you're living separately?" Harleen asked, confused.

"Long story short, they got separated during the adoption process." Freddy shrugged.

"They need it more than I do." Billy tried to justify his action.

"Oh no young man." Harleen interjected. "You're supposed to eat at least three times a day."

Harleen continued to school Billy about proper meal times and a balanced diet to live healthy life. She segued to how prioritizing one's self can be a good thing and is also an act of selflessness.

"Never thought I'd see the day a villain schooling a hero about their eating habits." Courtney whispered.

"Same here." Freddy nodded. "Doctor or not, she's still THE Harley Quinn."

"Well she is a psychiatric doctor, she knows what she's doing." Mary commented. "I think it's long overdue for Billy to see a psychiatrist considering what he experienced under Ebenezer's care."

"I don't think this is an ethical session with a psychiatrist." Courtney observed.

"This is not session." Freddy snorted." This is a full blown scolding towards a naughty child."

"If I didn't know any better, Billy has a better relationship with Harley Quinn than any of the other heroes." Zatanna offered her opinion.

"You got that right." Freddy grinned. "Just look at their expressions."

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The Wizard Shazam and Doctor Fate silently watched both groups as they conversed with each other. Harleen with Billy and Mary along with Freddy talking with both Courtney and Zatanna.

"I have to give the Dark Knight some credit." The Wizard Shazam appeared beside the spectating Doctor Fate. "Underneath Quinzel's crimes and bravado, she's still has that fire towards helping people like young Billy."

"It is such a shame that the Joker was the only person to give her the validation she caved." Doctor Fate agreed. "Which in turn made her easy to manipulate."

Both former and current Lords of Order watched as Harley Quinn schooled Billy about the importance of self-care.

[intersex-ionality]

isky-tango-foxtrot who is Jordan Stryk/Aryeh Yarden Stryk. He has been involved in harassment, abuse and has attacked people online. All details including his harassment of a minor is on scuffedtarotlies web archive . He has attacked jews, witches and falsely accused people of being pedophiles. He calls random people pedos all the time.

Hoooooooo boyyyyyy, you were not kidding about the shitshow.

https://web.archive.org/web/20190520230404/https://scuffedtarotlies.tumblr.com/

https://web.archive.org/web/20190314233322/https://scuffedtarotlies.tumblr.com/

Well, it’s certainly gratifying to know that I’m not the only person this individual is trying to exclude from the Jewish identity, I suppose.

[reddragdiva]

rules for playing jazz in nazi-occupied czechoslovakia

Pieces in foxtrot rhythm (so-called swing) are not to exceed 20% of the repertoires of light orchestras and dance bands;

in this so-called jazz type repertoire, preference is to be given to compositions in a major key and to lyrics expressing joy in life rather than Jewishly gloomy lyrics;

As to tempo, preference is also to be given to brisk compositions over slow ones so-called blues); however, the pace must not exceed a certain degree of allegro, commensurate with the Aryan sense of discipline and moderation. On no account will Negroid excesses in tempo (so-called hot jazz) or in solo performances (so-called breaks) be tolerated;

so-called jazz compositions may contain at most 10% syncopation; the remainder must consist of a natural legato movement devoid of the hysterical rhythmic reverses characteristic of the barbarian races and conductive to dark instincts alien to the German people (so-called riffs);

strictly prohibited is the use of instruments alien to the German spirit (so-called cowbells, flexatone, brushes, etc.) as well as all mutes which turn the noble sound of wind and brass instruments into a Jewish-Freemasonic yowl (so-called wa-wa, hat, etc.);

also prohibited are so-called drum breaks longer than half a bar in four-quarter beat (except in stylized military marches);

the double bass must be played solely with the bow in so-called jazz compositions;

plucking of the strings is prohibited, since it is damaging to the instrument and detrimental to Aryan musicality; if a so-called pizzicato effect is absolutely desirable for the character of the composition, strict care must be taken lest the string be allowed to patter on the sordine, which is henceforth forbidden;

musicians are likewise forbidden to make vocal improvisations (so-called scat);

all light orchestras and dance bands are advised to restrict the use of saxophones of all keys and to substitute for them the violin-cello, the viola or possibly a suitable folk instrument.

[strahdvonzarovich]

mr. house headcanon dump 

6’2” but not lanky he sits on his ass all day and probably eats too many sandwiches so he is SOFT around the edges

soft as in love handles yes

loves foxtrot and swing dancing but mostly the former

favorite music genres are big band and swing jazz, rockabilly is too distracting but classical is best for working

insomniac

movie snob so he claims he only likes the classic and independent artsy films but the reality is a good cheesy romcom is very nice every now and then (roman holiday)

he speaks french not because it’s of any importance but because he likes how it sounds

of jewish descent and lived with his very jewish aunt who even made him pick up some yiddish and threw him a bar mitzvah (he hated it a little bit because she invited kids he wasn’t friends with)

also he loves his aunt and maintains a good relationship with her, visiting her for every holiday even if it’s for just a few hours while he’s between events

was an amateur photographer and documents every event even the most mundane barbecue

pre war he owns a brown spotted dalmatian named Howard, who’s hard of hearing but a good excitable boy who loves people and doesn’t realize he’s too big for peoples’ laps

road tripped across the USA once from boston to los angeles during college break bc he’s a fan of road trips. had to do a night or two in his car because the next motel was too far away

makes the best gin and tonic / mimosas / bloody mary’s… doesn’t care for wine tho and HATES beer

amateur baker but makes really good rugelach when he has the time

coffee junkie and has probably found the exact way to make a perfect cup of coffee 

his first protectron prototype is called Gustav and he keeps it in his suite, it is somewhat functional and works as a bartender in the suite. it is a unique protectron in that it has its own personality matrix, which is more upbeat than the average protectron’s and it even has a loop of small talk for whoever is ordering the drink

this personality matrix would become the template from which house would program mr. new vegas

Gustav can be found in the lounge, and is a different color than other protectrons with a small bowtie on its “neck”

[radgritty]

I do hate to bother you but the anon you got about that MRA tango-foxtrot-whatever is from a pedophile and incest-fic writer previously known as scornedpridefuriouscake and sweetprincessrenee. She's a freak who has regularly lied about Jewish bloggers. Tango's a shitbag but Renee is a lot worse.

Wh-what is going on? x_x This has been a whirlwind since I just followed the wrong aesthetic blog. You’re not bothering me, I just like - don’t want to be harassed by anyone anymore. So thanks for sending the anon I really appreciate it. 

[citizenscreen]

This tradition began four years ago when I thought of no better way to share the joy of the season on this blog than to spread the magic of movies. In a Christmassy sort of way. ‘Tis the season, after all and paying movies forward in hopes that these memorable distractions take your minds off negative goings on is now my December lot in life. I’m asking that you join me, recommend your favorites and #PayClassicsForward on your blogs and across social media.

Give the gift of movies

I realize I am publishing this post much later in December than I have in the past, which leaves you little time to play with it if you are up for the challenge. However, if you are interested here’s the challenge…pick movie recommendations to the “12 Days of Christmas” theme as I’ve done below. Keep in mind that movie choices should be those you think would appeal to non classics fans and there can be no repeats. Let’s grow our community and #PayClassicsForward

Have fun!

On the first day of Christmas, etc., etc., etc…

One dream

Excluding the mother of all dream sequences, that is when Dorothy befriends a Tin Man, a Scarecrow, and a lion in a magical land, then I must go with a telling of Charles Dickens’ 1843 classics, A Christmas Carol. I didn’t set out to choose a Christmas story for this, but perused several lists of dream sequences in movies and was shocked that Ebenezer Scrooge’s legendary journey was not even mentioned. I correct that oversight with this entry as it is a dream to fill the heart.

Of all the adaptations of Dickens’ story about morality, human frailty, and redemption the best is Brian Desmond-Hurst’s 1951 movie starring Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge. This version of A Christmas Carol is good enough to watch all the year with Sim’s nuanced, affecting performance a standout. If you are a rotten person you might want to dream as Scrooge does in this movie and if you are a kind-hearted sort you might want to be reminded of why that matters.

Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge

  Two islands

I could have gone with fun times and music for this category, but decided on gloom and doom instead. Take a look and you won’t forget Earle C. Kenton’s Island of Lost Souls (1932), which features a terrifically creepy performance by Charles Laughton. Next I suggest you gather with seven guests who are picked off one by one in Rene Clair’s And Then There Were None (1945) based on one of Agatha Christie’s most famous whodunnits.

Island of Lost Souls

Before there were none in And Then There Were None

  Three gentlemen

No surprise here. See everything they’ve ever done.

  Four speeches

From Chaplin’s The Great Dictator (1940)

Hynkel/A Jewish Barber:

“I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way…”

  From Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather (1972)

Don Vito Corleone:

“But I’m a superstitious man, and if some unlucky accident should befall him… if he should be shot in the head by a police officer, or if he should hang himself in his jail cell, or if he’s struck by a bolt of lightning, then I’m going to blame some of the people in this room, and that I do not forgive.”

  From Capra’s Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)

Jefferson Smith:

“Liberty’s too precious a thing to be buried in books, Miss Saunders. Men should hold it up in front of them every single day of their lives and say: I’m free to think and to speak. My ancestors couldn’t, I can, and my children will. Boys ought to grow up remembering that.”

  From Robert Mulligan’s To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

Atticus Finch:

“Now, gentlemen, in this country, our courts are the great levelers. In our courts, all men are created equal. I’m no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury system – that’s no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality! Now I am confident that you gentlemen will review, without passion, the evidence that you have heard, come to a decision and restore this man to his family. In the name of GOD, do your duty. In the name of God, believe… Tom Robinson.”

  Five golden rings

Not that kind of ring! This kind…

Mark Robson’s The Harder They Fall (1956)

  Robert Rossen’s Body and Soul (1947)

  Reuben Mamoulian’s Golden Boy (1939)

  Michael Curtiz’s Kid Galahad (1937)

Edward G. Robinson and Bette Davis in Kid Galahad

  Eddie Buzzell’s The Big Timer (1932)

Ben Lyon and Constance Cummings in The Big Timer

  There are quite a few great boxing movies that most have seen like the ones with that Balboa guy. I chose a few that you may not have and should. By the way, I want extra points with Santa for not listing Elvis’ Kid Galahad (1962).

  Six Acting-related Stories

Assuming everyone has seen Wilder’s Sunset Boulevard, Joseph Mankiewicz’s All About Eve, and the Donen/Kelly vehicle with dignity, always dignity, Singin’ in the Rain then I suggest the following glittering stories…

Victor Fleming’s Bombshell 1933)

George Cukor’s A Double Life (1947)

Robert Florey’s Hollywood Boulevard (1936)

Joseph Pevney’s Man of a Thousand Faces (1957)

Graeme Clifford’s Frances (1982)

Stuart Heisler’s The Star (1952)

The Star

Bombshell

Man of a Thousand Faces

Frances

Hollywood Boulevard

A Double Life

  Seven drinks

I thought it’d be fun to spread the joy with ideas for classic imbibing. Here are just seven of the many drinks had throughout yesteryear in the movies.

The Thin Man Martini

“…a Manhattan you shake to a Foxtrot, a Bronx to a two-step, but a Dry martini you should always shake to waltz time.”

1 1/2 oz Dry Gin

3/4 oz Dry Vermouth

Instructions:

Pour into a cocktail shaker, shake and strain into a chilled martini glass.

  The Casablanca Champagne Cocktail

Victor Laszlo’s drink.

Champagne Cocktail 1 bitters-soaked sugar cube 1 oz brandy or cognac Brut champagne Twist of lemon, for garnish

Place your sugar cube on top of the bitters bottle. While holding it in place with your finger, flip the bottle upside down until the sugar cube is saturated. Drop the sugar cube into a champagne flute and add your cognac or brandy. Top with Brut champagne, garnish with lemon and enjoy.

  Margo Channing and the “bumpy night” Gibson

This cocktail is also notable for making a cameo in the train car in North by Northwest, but Margot gets the official shout out today.

Gibson Classic Cocktail

4 parts gin 1 part dry vermouth pearl cocktail onion Combine the gin and vermouth in a shaker over ice. Shake and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a pearl onion.

  The Some Like it Hot Manhattan

This whiskey cocktail is popular in Wilder’s film and best served after stirring/mixing with a drumstick, cymbal, and hot water bottle on a trail with Sweet Sue and Her Society Syncopaters.

Ingredients:

2 oz bourbon 1 ox Italian sweet vermouth 2 dashes Angostura bitters

Recipe: 

Combine all the ingredients in a shaker. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and enjoy.

  Blue Hawaii Mai Tai

1 oz white rum

½ oz Orgeat syrup

½ oz Cointreau

2 oz pineapple juice

1 oz orange juice

Dark Rum float (such as Koloa dark rum)

Pineapple spear and lime (for garnish)

Mix white rum, Orgeat, Cointreau, pineapple and orange juices in a shaker filled with ice. Pour drink into a glass with the ice, and float the dark rum on top. Top with pineapple spear and lime wedge.

Made by Angela Lansbury this is sure to be a hit at any party.

  The Breakfast at Tiffany’s Mississippi Punch

2 oz / 50 ml cognac 1 oz / 25 ml bourbon 1⁄2 oz / 12.5 ml lemon juice 1⁄2 oz / 12.5 ml sugar syrup 1 oz / 25 ml dark rum

Shake all the ingredients except the rum with crushed ice and pour into a Collins glass, unstrained. Top the glass with more crushed ice, gently pour over the rum and garnish with an orange slice and a cherry.

  The Scotch Mist from The Big Sleep

It’s important to offer a darker choice so I went for the kind of drink a femme fatale would order when sitting next to Humphrey Bogart.

Ingredients :

2 oz. whiskey (whiskey, bourbon)

2 oz. crushed ice

1 twist lemon peel

Pack a collins glass with crushed ice. Pour in scotch. Add the twist of lemon peel and serve with a straw. No garnish because garnish doesn’t fit in a dirty little world.

  Eight silents

I know many classic film fans that have not taken the journey into silent film. That was me when I started this blog, but since I’ve made a concerted effort to watch a silent film when time allows. There’s no doubt I would recommend some of the popular greats to the silent movie novice, or films made by the three comedy megastars and the likes of Metropolis or Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans, to name just two. This past year I saw most of the following lesser-known gems for the first time and recommend them without hesitation.

Victor Sjöström’s The Wind (1928)

Erich von Stroheim’s Foolish Wives (1922)

Per Lindberg’s Norrtullsligan (The Nortull Gang ) (1923)

Leo McCarey’s Mighty Like a Moose (1926)

Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle’s The Cook (1918)

Lois Weber’s Suspense (1913)

Paul Leni’s The Cat and the Canary (1927)

Fred Guiol’s Duck Soup (1927)

Duck Soup

Foolish Wives

Mighty Like a Moose

Norrtullsligan

Suspense

The Cat and the Canary

The Cook

The Wind

  Nine Child Performances

No explanation needed for this lot of talented young ‘uns.

Roddy McDowall in John Ford’s How Green Was My Valley (1941)

Patty McCormack as Rhoda in Mervyn LeRoy’s The Bad Seed (1956)

Salvatore Cascio as Toto in Giuseppe Tornatore‘s Cinema Paradiso (1988)

Jackie Coogan in Charlie Chaplin’s The Kid (1921)

George Winslow in anything, but for now I’ll go for his performance in Howard Hawks’ Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)

Enzo Staiola as Bruno in Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycle Thieves (1948)

Virginia Weidler as Dinah Lord in George Cukor’s The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Patty Duke as Helen Keller in Arthur Penn’s The Miracle Worker (1962)

Eva Lee Kuney as Trina in George Stevens’ Penny Serenade (1941)

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  Ten Stars and their Dogs

I recently read a startling statistic. It turns out that dogs given to children for Christmas often end up in pounds. Having a pet is a huge responsibility and it should be a choice for life, rather than looked at as a toy. So, if you are inclined to purchase a puppy or kitten for Christmas and haven’t thought about it carefully, spend your time looking at these images instead…

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Cat lovers can feast their eyes on this gallery of Cats and Movie Stars.

  Eleven heist movies

Jules Dassin’s Rififi (1955)

Stanley Kubrick’s The Killing (1956)

Sidney Lumet’s Dog Day Afternoon (1975)

John Huston’s The Asphalt Jungle (1950)

Joseph Sargent’s The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (1974)

Norman Jewison’s The Thomas Crown Affair (1968)

Raoul Walsh’s High Sierra (1941)

Jean-Pierre Melville‘s Bob Le Flambeur (1956)

Robert Siodmak’s Criss Cross (1949)

Mario Monicelli‘s Big Deal on Madonna Street (1958)

Fabián Bielinsky‘s Nueve Reinas (Nice Queens) (2000) – I was introduced to this Argentine gem during a course I took on heist films. It immediately became a favorite. Although it’s a contemporary movie, I know all classics fans would love it. It’s a twisty, well-acted labyrinth that’s well worth your time.

  Twelve Days

I would have included Dog Day Afternoon and The Taking of Pelham… here, but no repeats allowed. These are movies with stories that take place in one day.

Fred Zinnemann’s High Noon (1952)

George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead (1968)

Alfred Hitchcock’s Rope (1958)

Sidney Lumet’s 12 Angry Men (1957)

Ridley Scott’s Alien (1979)

Frank Capra’s Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)

Akira Kurosawa’s Rashomon (1950)

Mike Nichols’ Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolfe? (1966)

Sidney Lumet’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night (1962)

Walter Hill’s The Warriors (1979)

Carl Th. Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928)

Fleming, Cukor et al…The Wizard of Oz (1939)

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Till next year, my friends.

#PayClassicsForward

Aurora

  #PayClassicsForward for Christmas This tradition began four years ago when I thought of no better way to share the joy of the season on this blog than to spread the magic of movies.

[charaznablescanontoyota]

my friends and have a group that meets irl to play shadowrun every week and my character is a jewish ork who does underground mma fighting and carries a claymore around on public transport. her name is foxtrot donowitz

[fakoa]

Shira Haas Biography, Wiki, Family, Education, Movies, TV Shows, Awards, Net Worth, Body Stats & Boyfriends

Shira Haas Biography, Wiki, Family, Education, Movies, TV Shows, Awards, Net Worth, Body Stats & Boyfriends

Shira Haas Biography, Wiki, Family, Coaching, Movies, TV Displays, Awards, Web Worth, Physique Stats & Boyfriends Shira Haas Biography Shira Haas Age & Biography: Shira Haas is a shocking and successful Israeli on-screen actress. She was born on 11 May 1995 in Hod HaSharon, Israel, to a Jewish family. Presently, she is 26 years. She is well-liked for her roles in Princess (2015) and Foxtrot…

[froggheadd]

Hey, so u said that u couldn't think of what Jeremy's favorite memory of Michael was, and I just thought of Jeremy walking in on Michael dancing to some slow song, and just dying on the spot without Michael seeing. Idek if that's acceptable or not.

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I WAS EATING A COOKIE WHEN I GOT THIS AND I JUST SET IT DOWN AND FELL ON THE FLOOR

SO! Week 6 they do a Viennese Waltz to “You’ll Never Walk Alone” either this version by Josh Groban or this one by Ben Fankhauser. Week 6 is the week that they do a dance based on Jeremy’s most important year, which according to him is this year because hes found a best friend in Michael, and learning how to dance is going to further his career on broadway and the roles he can do. The first day of rehearsals for that week, Jeremy decides to come in early. He even stops by a store to pick up a muffin and orange juice for Michael to eat. Jeremy makes it to the studio and before he even opens the door, he can vaguely hear ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ from Curtains. A song which he’s been a fan of since he saw a video of Barbra Streisand singing it a while ago (every Jewish person is born with a love of Barbra Steisand. A fact which I can testify for). He opens the door as quietly as he can and he sees Michael doing a slow Waltz in front of the wall length mirror. Jeremy has to take a moment to calm himself down because this is the first time he’s really seen Michael do a slow dance. Even though week 1 they did a foxtrot, they were kind of stumbling around each other during rehearsals and they werent fully comfortable. And after that first week they’ve just done faster dances like Jive, Tango, Rhumba, ect. So seeing Michael like this, all soft angles and sweeping lines is an experience. Michael dances through the entirety of the song until it fades out and he slows to a stop and takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair and mumbling to himself about changes he could make to the choreography. He turns around to press play on the song again when he sees Jeremy standing just inside the doorway with a bag of food and drinks in his hand. 

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Characters: Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Denice "Foxtrot" Ford, Tony "Tango" Tangredi, Eric "Bitty" Bittle Additional Tags: maybe some others of the team at some point too, Soulmate AU, Super Powers AU, Jewish!Dex, alternating povs, concussion mentioned as a warning, no concussions occur, Only Nursey and Dex are main characters, Minor Injuries, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers Summary:

They were on the ice when the final buzzer sounded, establishing Samwell the winners of the Frozen Four. Dex didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he knew that he was going to celly with his best friends because they had done it. They had won and all he wanted to do was bask in that feeling.

“Hey, Poindexter? Go to dinner with me next week?”

The words were low, barely a murmur in his ear. He swallowed thickly and licked his lips, preparing to reply, then a flash of movement caught his eye.