@springbeckons tagged me post my best reads since sept! well i am going to cheat and do for just the entire second half of the year cause i read so many good ones that i want to talk about hehe ^_^ tyy for the tag mwahhhhh
[books in order: steel crow saga by paul kreuger, mother night by kurt vonnegut, slaughterhouse five by kurt vonnegut, the weight of the stars by k. ancrum, the color purple by alice walker, medea by euripides, the memory police by yoko ogawa, nona the ninth by tamsyn muir, greywaren by maggie stiefvater, the water that falls on you from nowhere by john chu, the obelisk gate by n. k. jemisin, if beale street could talk by james baldwin]
going to tag @andromerot @mumintroll @hauntinghouse @transgirl-catra @boygirloser @arthurianmotifs and any other mutuals please let me know what you’ve been reading!!!
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more blaseball :3
(Florin Winesape, Kurt Crueller, Rey Wooten, Derrick Kreuger)
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The Dark Corner
The characters in film noir are often victims of circumstances, but usually they’re involved in doing something. In Henry Hathaway’s THE DARK CORNER (1946, TCM), however, private eye Mark Stevens and his secretary (Lucille Ball) spend most of the film reacting to things around them. The plot takes an awful long time to get going. Ball notices somebody following Stevens when they’re out on a date. It’s William Bendix, and nobody seems surprised when the physically slight Stevens easily gets the jump on him. Bendix claims to have been hired by Stevens’ old business partner, blackmailing lawyer Kurt Kreuger, but it’s all a red herring. Nothing’s as it seems, which, along with Joseph MacDonald’s chiaroscuro cinematography gives the film its noir credentials. Clifton Webb is tied up in all this as a character who’s basically a retread of Waldo Lydecker in LAURA (1944), except he’s an art dealer rather than a columnist. The role is all epigrams, obsession and homosexual panic. Stevens, who was a charming leading man in other films, just doesn’t cut it as a tough private dick. But Ball is very good as the faithful, wisecracking secretary who’s often a better detective than her boss. You also get Constance Collier in a small role (she would have made a great villainess) and quick flashes of Ellen Corby, Minerva Urecal and John Russell (you could slice bread with those cheekbones). Best of all is the oddly perverse teaming of Webb and Bendix, who should have made more films together. If you grew up on old musicals, you’ll quickly spot this as a 20th Century-Fox picture. Every time the characters turn on a radio or go anywhere with music, you hear a song from one of their films. You half expect to find Alice Faye or Betty Grable waiting for their cue just out of camera range.
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I know I know I know most of your characters are rather serious but I’m begging you to play along.
If there was a Halloween party at the safe house, what’s everyone’s costumes? Please.
Nat: "I'm going as 'exhausted'. Or possibly as Kurt Cobain. either way, the only thing I'm going to do is MAYBE buy a blond wig."
Jake: "Last year I wore one of those full-size T-rex suits and Chris and I went as the T-Rex and the goat from Jurassic Park. This year Kauri and I are going as doctor and nurse. Uh, Kauri's idea for the record."
Kauri: "What? I was born to be a sexy nurse and you all know it. Keira is going at a heart monitor!"
Keira: Beep... beep... beep... beep... beeeeeeeeeeeep
Kauri: "Oh, no, she's flatlining!"
Chris: "I, I, so. So I, um. I decided I'm going as, uh, as James from, um, Team Rocket. I dyed my hair! Purple!"
Laken: "No, I'm not Jessi. Not going to happen. But I am going as Raichu and I'm basically wearing giant footy pajamas. And giving everybody static shock."
Eli: "I will not be celebrating."
Sarita: "I'm staying home to hand out the candy. I always wanted to do that, I was never allowed to before. I'm going as a serial killer. We look just like everyone else." She gives an eerie, unsettling laugh
Jameson: "That's not fucking funny."
Sarita: "Why not? It's a stupid, totally normal joke, what's up your ass?"
Jameson: "I said it's not fucking funny, so go as something fucking else-"
Allyn: "Jameson, please, you're scaring me-"
Jameson: Hunches his shoulders. "Sorry. Uh, I'm not. I'm not doing anything for Christmas."
Sarita: “Halloween.”
Jameson: “Fuck you.”
Sarita: "Hey, you should go as Freddy Kreuger, his face was all fucked up, too-"
Allyn: "That's not nice! You stop that right now!"
Sarita: "What, he can give me shit, but I can't dish it right back?"
Jake: "Okay, everyone separates now. This was a bad idea. Allyn, what's your Halloween costume?"
Allyn: "I'm going as an angel." They smile brightly. "I have silver wings and a silver halo! And I'm going to braid silver thread into my hair for the night. I want Jameson to go as my devil, but he said no."
Jameson: Blushing bright red, stares scowling down at his shoes. "I don't go places."
Nova: "I don't leave the house." She smiles, serene, seemingly enjoying Jameson's discomfort. "But I'll help Sarita hand out the candy, and I want to dress up as a witch, with a pointy hat."
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