#THE DANCE OF THE FOOLS

[vivian-rutledge]

JOAN CRAWFORD as Bonnie Jordan DANCE, FOOLS, DANCE (1931)— dir. Harry Beaumont

[normasshearer]

JOAN CRAWFORD in DANCE, FOOLS, DANCE (1931) dir. Harry Beaumont

[marciabrady]

"She demands the things to which she knows she has the right, and will ask for no more until she knows with all sincerity she is worthy of it. When she meets with disappointment she has a tendency towards bitterness rather than remorse, which no doubt, is a throwback from an acute memory of less happy days. She is extremely sensitive to surroundings and instantly conscious of any discord…she is intolerant of people's weaknesses. Jealousy is not in her make-up, but she resents those who have become successful without serving the same trying apprenticeship that she herself experienced." -Douglas Fairbanks Junior

DANCE, FOOLS, DANCE 1931, Joan Crawford

[notherpuppet]

Headcanon that alastor learned how to move like that in battle because he was a Lindy hopper

[summertimenoir]

Clark Gable and Joan Crawford in Dance, Fools, Dance (1931)

[anonniemousefics]

Like a mad king forcing his court jester to dance until his feet bleed, I once again press play on Shadow and Bone Season 2 Episode 1.

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[hyakunana]

✨💕 The winner of the DGP is———! 💕✨

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[brbarou]

yeah i loved the fitzloved dance scene. that we totally got

[fisheito]

there's somethin about maid eito and bookworm yakumo

After i drew ⤴

i woke up the next day and said, NO. I NEED BALANCE!!!!

theeeere we go

[marypickfords]

Dance, Fools, Dance (Harry Beaumont, 1931)

[skizabaa]

A Fancy Fool <3 @venomous-qwille your guy <3

[neg4tivecre3p]

He's quite hard to fit in some positions but I do my best

[radio-writes]

Keep All Your Worries Aside

Alastor on his partner's birthday - Headcanons

Warnings: implied power imbalance, slight manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, fluff, self indulgent as hell

MDNI

Alastor used to adore birthdays when he was alive. It was the perfect time to get to know people; friends and targets alike.

He also got the chance to earn the person's favor, which was never a downside to him. He never knew when it would be useful to have those people on his side, after all.

Whenever he had partners in his lifetime, whether just for show or out of genuine care for their company, he spoiled the ever living heart out of them. Dinner, gifts, dancing, his absolute undivided attention—whatever they wanted and more he made sure to give it all to them.

It was unconsciously an addicting habit for him. He loved the way it made them so happy. How he knew he was the cause of their smiles and hence could just take it away any time he wanted to. How it made them so thankful to get to spend such a special time with him.

After he died, however, the excitement over birthdays was all but left behind in the mortal part of his existence.

Alastor didn't see the point of celebrating a birthday, specially when in Hell. After all, he was hard pressed to even find anyone that was happy about being born into this world, only to be stuck in such a miserable cesspool in the end.

And besides, not a lot of wandering souls even revealed that much of themselves anymore. Something as personal as a birthday was often kept a secret, in fear of it being used against them somehow.

Perhaps, sarcastically, he has brought up the idea here and there. If he knew it brought some sort of anguish or misery to some lowly sinner, why wouldn't he? 

But when it was his darling partner who just openly shared such information with him? Oh, he just couldn't help but to be interested.

Such a little act showed how much they trusted him, and he couldn't just let that go unpaid, could he? It would mean he would owe them, after all.

Alastor found that his old habits came back a lot faster than he expected them to. He found himself dragging his darling out all around the pentagram—whether they wanted to go or not—showing them off, showing them the sights, showing them a generally great time with his arm looped around theirs.

He bought every single thing they even glanced at, but he didn't dare burden their arms with holding it all. No, he had his shadow creatures trailing behind, carrying all his gifts for them.

Couldn't he just simply bring them into their room at the hotel? Of course! Easily so with a snap of his fingers. But that wouldn't be as fun as getting to show off just how well he could provide for his partner.

It's only when his dear finally asked him to ease up on the fanfare—they feared the trail of shadows would cause a traffic accident at this point—did Alastor finally stop and just transported their gifts to the hotel.

He took them out dancing, shopping, drinking. Always had a hand on them no matter what, to keep them close.

He found that old giddy feeling in his chest seeing his darling smile because of him—knowing he alone caused their happiness.

And when they thanked him at the end of it all? Said those oh so humble words

"I have no idea how to repay you for all of this."

Well, no one could blame him when his grin stretched just a tad bit wider. Eager, excited, thrilled. He hadn't exactly set out to earn any favors on their birthday, it was simply to pay back the trust they gave him.

But hey, he wouldn't turn down having his darling in debted to him. And he could certainly think of a few ways they could return the favor.

It is my birthday and if I say I want fluffy Al, I'm getting fluffy Al.

[aroacewxs]

who struck a deal with rui and what was in it for him because the fact that he actually got his feet off the floor, jumped multiple times in a row, and did. whatever the hell he was doing at 1:06 in konton boogie . is nothing short of a real miracle

[summertimenoir]

Joan Crawford in Dance, Fools, Dance (1931)