#Should Wives Work?

[cleoenfaserum]

The 10th SHORT FILMS Academy Awards held in March of 1938 corresponding 1937 film releases. (1298)

The 10th Academy Awards were held on March 10, 1938 to honor films released in 1937, at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles, California and hosted by Bob Burns. Originally scheduled for March 3, 1938, the ceremony was postponed due to the Los Angeles flood of 1938. 10th Academy Awards - Wikipedia

A Night at the Movies is a short film starring Robert Benchley. A Night at the Movies (film) - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/zn8gAMVA62I

Romance of Radium is a 1937 American short film directed by Jacques Tourneur, Romance of Radium - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/724Do_WYGsA

The Private Life of the Gannets is a 1934 British short documentary film, directed by Julian Huxley The Private Life of the Gannets - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/aOtirKYYDrs

Torture Money is a 1937 American short crime film directed by Harold S. Bucquet. Torture Money - Wikipedia

link https://ok.ru/video/2128385346228

Should Wives Work? is a 1937 American short comedy film directed by Leslie Goodwins. Should Wives Work? - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/NMuGpdvJQ4c

Penny Wisdom is a 1937 American short comedy film directed by David Miller and produced by Pete Smith. Penny Wisdom - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/kD5d5fR5B_w

The Man Without a Country is a 1937 American short drama film directed by Crane Wilbur The Man Without a Country (1937 film) - Wikipedia

link https://ok.ru/video/3265168345756

The Old Mill is a Silly Symphonies cartoon produced by Walt Disney Productions, directed by Wilfred Jackson, scored by Leigh Harline. The Old Mill - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/MYEmL0d0lZE

Educated Fish is a 1937 animated short film that was part of Paramount's Color Classics series. Educated Fish - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/UGVtnE-EFW8

"The Little Match Girl" or "The little girl with the matchsticks" is a literary fairy tale by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen. The Little Match Girl - Wikipedia

link https://youtu.be/5KTy-S3bfvk

[doctorsiren]

I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)

[collaredgreen]

WOAHHHHH BARB aint no one taking her away from you

[grimmbunny24]

A Thought I Had. An Idea, Even.

I was thinking about Good Omens, as one does, and I realized that the handful of scenes in which Aziraphale and Crowley raise the Antichrist could be its own show. I am not saying it should have been expanded upon in the book or the TV series, I’m not even saying there should be a spin off about raising Warlock. All I am saying is, this would be a great concept for a show. Imagine, an entire comedy show about an angel and a demon raising the Antichrist.

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

Abbott Elementary 1×13 | 2×22

[karalovesallthegirls]

“i’m not going to write this” you say as you simultaneously create a tag for any future instalments in the same universe. (i see you and i agree lena should have two wives.)

Listen obviously I’m not going to write this story BUT just imagine…. The tension, the forced conversations as Kara and Lena both pretend to still be the women they were all those years ago, pretend like they aren’t strangers with nearly a decade of distance between them. With Kara and Lena experiencing an anxious desperation to get away from each other as deep as their desire to never leave each other’s sight.

Andrea goes to bed before them - she has to, she’s trying to be strong but even she isn’t strong enough to navigate the sleeping arrangement - and when she wakes up in the middle of the night it’s not a surprise to find Lena’s side of the bed empty and untouched. The predictability doesn’t lessen the burn. The guest room sits empty, though, and instead she finds Lena curled up in a ball on the couch with Kara sleeping beside her. Not on the couch, no, instead sat propped on the floor at Lena’s feet, her hands gripping right at her ankles in her sleep. Like she was scared if she let go for a second Lena would vanish.

Everyone wants to know what this means for them - Kara was dead legally, so their marriage was voided in the law, but then Kryptonians mate for life, and it’s not like Lena ever really let her go in her heart - but they have no answers. It’s clear they don’t fit together anymore, not any of them, but the idea of any one of them letting go is unimaginable. So they fight and they fake it and they find ways to connect as the new, scarred versions of themselves, and there’s a palpable jealousy between the three of them.

Andrea can feel Kara’s eyes burning into her when she comforts Lena, when they share well-worn jokes Kara never learned. And Andrea can see the longing in Lena’s every move, every word, and it burns and burns and burns. Andrea stares at Kara and wishes she had stayed dead. Her dreams are filled with the other woman: dreams of her dying again, of her never returning at all. Of her smirk as Lena tells Andrea they’ve run their course because “really, did you think I’d pick you over her?”

Andrea dreams of what Kara’s mouth must taste like, of how her lips and tongue might move against her own, what she must do to have Lena so fully under her spell. Perhaps if she could kiss her then she could know how to give Lena everything she’s been missing for seven years. Maybe then she could be enough for her. She feels almost desperate thinking about it.

And Kara burns just as deeply in her own way, Andrea can feel it. Kara’s eyes track her every move, always studying and analyzing and overwhelming her. The questions are endless every day - tell me about your life, what do you love to do, what makes you tick.

“You are the one person she chose after me. She wanted you,” Kara explains after Andrea’s furious refusal to answer her forty ninth question about her perspective on things. She’s staring at her with a hunger Andrea feels in her toes. “I have to understand. I have to know every part of you.”

Kara looks at Andrea like she wants to devour her whole. Andrea feels the same.

[loud-whistling-yes]

Behold: a fool! A fool that took a whole month of agony to make, but a wonderful fool nevertheless. A lovely lady but no one's baby sort of fool (ft. ssh album cover from the old post)

[vulgarvisionary]

I fear I’m now obsessed with drawing Crowley again. This is my take on Crowley in some more femme-presenting, fancy dress! Where’s Aziraphale? I dunno, maybe primping in the bathroom in order to impress her gorgeous date…

[forgottenporkbun]

do i spend the entire day crocheting mushrooms to make a little garland or do i spend it drawing my obsession (by obsession i mean mh)? This is the problem with having multiple hobbies.

[miraclemaya]

There is a car

It is morning, and I wake up thirty minutes late. 

My husband has already left home. No note or text explains, but I understand.

I wake the kids. As they get ready, I make their lunches. My son gets leftovers from last night’s takeout, my daughter gets an egg sandwich and macaroni salad. They both get a small brownie.

When the kids are done, I rush them out the house and straight to the car.

As I pull out of the driveway, I notice a car parked by the curb. I’ve never seen it before. It’s painted a dark blue, and none of my neighbours own it. 

I drive down the lane, and give the car no mind. I need to drop my kids off at school.

It’s there when I come back.

At night, after dinner I stay awake. My husband has already fallen asleep. He has spoken four sentences to me. I look out the window, gazing out at the moon.

The car is still there, illuminated in the light of the full moon.

I gaze at my nieghbour’s driveway. It is empty save for one car.

I stare at the car. I don’t know its make, nor its model.

I go back to bed and fall asleep hours later.

 I wake up late. Again.

This time, my husband shakes me awake. I make him breakfast. 

The kids are harder to wrangle today, my daughter having had a nightmare last night. I shush her, and bundle them into the car.

I don’t pay much attention to the car parked by the curb.

This night I sleep as soon as I hit the bed.

I dream of large vast places. Places without people. Places where I feel home. Places I feel welcome.

The car is still there that morning. I ask my husband if he’s seen anyone enter or exit it. If he saw it arrive or leave at any point.

“It’s just strange, I guess.” I say. 

He gives me a look and a shrug. I don’t bring it up again.

Both the kids are sick today. I make the necessary calls, give them the necessary medicine, and make the necessary meals. 

I am about to ask my son if he knows where the thermostat is, when I realize I don’t remember his name. I don’t check their temperatures after that. 

I leave the house later, needing to get groceries.

The car is still there.

I don’t sleep at all that night. I tell myself it is because I worry for my children.

I spend the whole night looking at the car.

I wonder if it is locked.

It is 4 am when I decide to check if it is.

I walk out the house. The full moon is out and bathes the car in white light.

It looks almost inviting.

My bare feet feel the grass beneath me. It’s wet. I almost slip, nearly bashing my head across the sidewalk.

The Car doesn’t let me.

I open the door.

I step into it.

I sit down.

I leave.

They welcome me.

[vibrantstarfire]

my range to sing something well is rly limited to high sopranos who want to haunt someone. thus eerie soprano. however i am also capable of singing badly in any other range.

[wonder-worker]

Angelberga was a peculiarly prominent personality in manifold aspects of European politics [in the late 9th century. Born to the Supponid family of Italy, she married Emperor Louis II and had several opportunities to establish her position as an active and controversial player in the vicissitudes of her husband's reign]. She acted as Louis's regent, accompanied him on expansionary military campaigns in the south of the peninsula and represented him at [congresses, tribunals, and diplomatic negotiations]. Strikingly, she was also the beneficiary of a spectacular collection of charters. Almost one in seven of Louis II’s extant charters were issued in her favour. Angelberga’s conspicuous exploits in the field of charter acquisition did not diminish after the emperor’s death, and this helped her to maintain a position as a key power-broker in Italian politics, control of land [particularly monastic foundations] being a fundamental building-block of power in this period. In the interregnum following 875, during which Charles the Bald of West Francia and Karlmann of Bavaria fought to claim the succession to the heirless Louis, Angelberga herself conducted the negotiations and decided the loyalty of a major sector of the Lombard political community. She maintained this high profile until her death [having supported her son-in-law Boso's quest for power, endured a temporary exile, maintained the support of Pope John VIII, and founded the monastery of San Sisto in the city of Piacenza, where she probably ended her days sometime before 891].

— Simon MacLean, "Queenship, nunneries and royal widowhood in Carolingian Europe"

[housewilson]

you'd think she was talking about his husband with how unwarrantedly she dropped that mid-conversation

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

Oh god someone take my brain away from me.

Here’s a potentially weird concept. That I just came up with. Minutes ago.

Forget the Citadel of Starco, yeah, forget it. What about a fucking… Citadel of Toffee’s wives/husbands/partners. They’re just. All together. In one place. Mingling.

I know he’s shipped with a ton of OCs maybe I just want to see them interact yk?? I feel like a lot of them are so different yet would get along so well.

Don’t ask about canon characters since I feel like there’s a ton of different versions of those, and I wouldn’t want ALL of them to be there, there’d be WAYYY too many Moons and Rasticores if that happened. They’d kinda overflow the place yk?

But crossover ships. I think. Those would be acceptable. Maybe.

Maybe this would be primarily OCs though. I dunno, and maybe this idea is so cursed, but I had the thought and had the impulsive urge to share it with the world.

Yeah. A place where the numerous amount of OCs that people made to ship with Toffee. Just. In one place. Perfect. It’d be a really sweet place for a collab I think.

[eeblouissant]

oh Sophia is the biggest golden wives believer because what the hell was “okay, I want to see 6 hands above that blanket right now” (season 3 ep 11. 14:05)

[arcane-vagabond]

It’s not creativity if you wait for other people to take the leap of faith of trying new things and then taking advantage of the results that show people actually like diverging from the same old stuff.