#The Great Waltz

[illustraction]

The GREAT WALTZ (1972) - MAESTRI: COMPOSERS IN MOVIES (Part 5/10)

A lesser known Classical Music biopic is the one devoted to Austrian composer Johann Strauss and his rise to fame in Vienna having composed the most famous waltzes. A stunning movie with grandiose decors and cinematography ...the LAST ever movie filed in Cinerama!

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Director: Andrew L. Stone Actors: Horst Buchholz, Mary Costa

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[tougotstrangeld]

[kairithemang0]

So this post was originally something entirely different for an entirely different fandom but I'm rewriting it now as what I really want to talking about.

It's a fucking. WALTZ.

The Soriku side of the fandom has picked this song to bits, having the game featuring the two main characters who have one of the strongest bonds in the series and having their theme for the game where they're together be a waltz is just a perfect hint towards their possible romantic relationship together.

Frankly, I think that's just beautiful, and if we ever get another kh game where we play both Riku and Sora, I'd love to see the DB call back to this song in some way. I also like how it's most magical, dreamlike. It fits DREAM drop distance.

I dunno, I love this song so much. It's definitely not my favorite Dearly Beloved (save me days/com/mom/kh2 db... save me) but it's up there. Then again ranking the Dearly Beloveds is a task no one should even try to do because they're all just so damn good. Yoko please come back for kh4, DBs aren't the same without you.

For the -1 person curious what the original post was gonna look like, it was gonna be something like "oh yeah these two fictional relationships soirta mirror each other in how they play out, one starting with hatred and the other ending with it" and how this is the db that would be on my playlist for them because I love the idea of the two dancing no idea why but just gahhhh them <3

Now that I think about it, I should rank the DBs, just to see how much I can screw that list up and have it all change in a day max.

[svtskneecaps]

also in terms of the bolas playlist it's fascinating to me that the songs added by each person have a slight tendency to represent a consistent aspect of bolas

like

the songs added by slime are their chaos

the songs added by philza are their rebellion

the songs added by cellbit are their rage

the songs added by baghera are their anguish

it's so fucking FASCINATING TO ME but i don't know enough music theory to elaborate lmfao this is Vibes Only

(mouse's songs i can't boil down to an easy noun which is why they aren't mentioned lmao anyway they go hard asf)

(also i went on the longest fucking unhinged elaboration in the tags lmfao i almost didn't have enough tags left to tag "long tags" at the end

(i could have even gone on longer in terms of where their characters were at entering purgatory [philza: cage for a cage; cellbit: fed worker murders; baghera: her past as a federation experiment; slime: turning into a code because of the code pretending to be his daughter] but i ran out of space and also time it's 4AM AAAAA)

[tilbageidanmark]

Post-Debate Midnight Consolation Visit.

[jinxedshapeshifter]

One of the things that makes the dances of deduction come off as homoerotic to me is that they play out like actual dances, and the type depends on who Sholmes is doing them with (the dances of deduction he does with Ryunosuke have both of them making almost waltz-like movements, while Yujin utilizes tapdancing in the dance of deduction he's involved in).

Obviously, this could be purely visual and not what's actually going on, but I actually think that's incredibly unlikely (when you win a case in London fireworks are set off in the courtroom, let me have this lol). Susato mentions Ryunosuke having fun dancing around the room, and Ryunosuke compares Sholmes being knocked out to being left alone on the ballroom floor. Whether Susato's comment is meant to be literal or not, Ryunosuke's isn't but still evokes what is, traditionally, thought of as a romantic form of social dance.

Ryunosuke and Sholmes's style of the dance of deduction feels like what is traditionally a couple's dance.

Obviously this might be a stretch and me taking the term "dance of deduction" too literally (although "dance of deduction" in the context of both your "dance" partners being men is gay as hell) but the dances of deduction very much come off as an actual dance, the type of which depends on who Sholmes is doing it with, just for the fun of literally dancing around a room while working out what happened.

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Dutch Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[randomalistic]

I know how to draw him now (kind of ❤️🐀)

[nawrust]

waltz ensued.

[esteemed-excellency]

I am So Normal about this.

[johnoliverstshirtcannon]

Vote.

[unknownarmageddon]

half of the fuckin tags got deleted so I have retyped the whole thing. enjoy

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"donations? nah i ain't big on kid charities. now if ya got anythin that goes towards cats? well, i might be a lil' more generous."

"sorry sir, i'm afraid we don't have any linked charities for cats."

"horrible business move if ya ask me. cats are wayyyy more worth savin' than some disease riddled kids."

"...uh. please don't insult cancer patient, sir."

"n'less them cancer patients are kitcats, the who cares, amiright?"

"..."

"so what's my total?"

"t- oh- that'll be 14.86."

"y'got tabs here?"

"tabs-?"

"i'm broke as fuck sweetheart, can't afford no 15 buck drinks. cantcha jus' put it on a tab for me?"

"i'm afraid we don't engage in that practice. you have to either pay in cash, card, or just return the items."

"hm. y'know what, i gotta better plan." killer sets a large combat knife on the counter as if it were another item and flashes cross a charming smile full of ill intent. his canine glint in the low light of the freezers.

cross freezes and takes an aborted step back.

"w-woah hey man-"

"i got ten bucks, pal," killer says conversationally. "tell me again what my total is?"

"listen man, i-"

"what's my total?"

cross swallows harshly and deftly taps his fingers across the register machine. the total price listed drops to a flat 0.00$

Killer hums good naturedly and slaps a ten dollar bill on the counter.

"'preciate it, babe," he says as if he hadn't just threated cross. he shoots cross a wink and takes the knife in slender, gloved hands, flipping it back and forth along his exposed fingers in a practiced, smooth motion and for a moment, cross didn't do anything. then killer spun the blade to grip it by the scuffed pommel and tapped the flat of it on the counter.

"y'gonna bag these or d'ya expect me to carry 'em myself?" killer asked with a crooked smile.

cross unfroze at the prompt, scrambling to gather the items and back them, his soul thrumming in his chest like warning bells going off. his hands fumbled with the bags and he grit his teeth as he peeled the plastic bags open and put the pack of monster energy drinks inside. a snickers bar thwapped onto the counter, making cross flinch back harshly as if struck.

"go on 'n add this for me," killer said and cross's trembling fingers plucked the chocolate bar to stuff it in the bag with the drinks. he picked up the bag and it it out and, internally, he begged for the other to take it and leave.

killer spun the knife [cross had a faint feeling that he was showing off] before he bent to the side a little, reaching down to slip the knife into the holster tied to his femur and he reached over to grab the bag.

their fingers brushed and cross made to yank his hand back, startled at the feeling, but there was a flash of something in killer's pitch black eyes and, quick as a striking cobra, he caught cross's hand and held it in what felt like should've been a loose hold but it was unrelenting and firm, keeping cross's hand in killer's despite how hard he yanked.

he half expected to see that knife again but rather than silver flashing, it was a hint of pink sparking on killer's face and he shifted his grip to hold cross's hand in what cross mentally dubbed the princess hold, with cross's index, middle, ring, and pinky finger curled over the side of killer's hand.

cross's mind shortcircuted so hard that a forest fire immediately lit aflame in his mind and everything fell into chaos and confusion that he couldn't articulate with anything but sputtering and flailing his other hand as killer pulled cross's hand towards himself and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to cross's knuckles.

"thanks for the business, sweetheart," killer drawled and cross's soul squeezed in confused fluster as killer let his hand go and took the bag. he saluted cross with two fingers, "see ya pretty boy," and spun on his heel, his sneakers squealing on the tile and he damn near skipped away, whistling some stupid tune that sounded familiar.

cross blinked as the door chimed open and closed with a clank and holy shit he just got robbed and flirted with simultaneously what the FUCK

and he pulls his hand [which was still in the air where killer left it] to his chest and clutches it tightly, his fingers feeling tingly, and like whiplash, purple erupted across his face. he gripped his hand so hard that the bones creaked in protest, his breath unsteady.

"holy shit," he whispered, feeling thoroughly dumbfounded. numbly, he picked up the cash the robber left behind with the intent to put it away so he could get the hell out of here, but as soon as his fingers brushed it, he gave an incredulous noise as he picked up the bill and discovered immediately that it was fucking monopoly money.

"that fuckin-!!" his bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood and quickly flipped the paper bill over the instant he spotted splotchy marks left from marker ink that bled through the paper. on the backside, he found the source; a fucking phone number and the worst god damned hand writing he's seen in his 5 years of working this job.

'call me <3'

cross gaped down at the writing in utter disbelief, his magic thundering in his skull in time with his soulbeat. a laugh bubbled up his throat as his legs went weak and he leaned heavily against the counter, sinking slowly to his knees and pressing his forehead to the hard edge of the counter and pressing a hand to his face as he chuckled a little hysterically.

he took a double take, glancing again at the paper just to see if he was losing his mind, but no, the writing was still there. cross's chuckling turned into a full-on belly laugh tinged with a note of hysteria and he hunched over fully, cackling into the filthy floor until tears streamed down his face from it all

"what the FUCK, what the fuck," he giggled, shaking so hard he could hear his bones rattling. no one's going to believe him.

hi I’m insane

I am INSANE dude what the fuck /pos/pos

what if I fucking exploded

[ventruevitae]

Mitchell has a close encounter of the supernatural kind; A glimpse into Kat's past lays the groundwork for future mistakes.

Rated M. 36.7k Words as of Chapters 5/15.

October, 2004. Santa Monica, California.

—

The Asylum’s front door opens with a burst, and Mitchell spills out into the street in an uncoordinated spectacle of panic. She knows that people are watching her scramble for balance, knows she must look half a fool for failing to walk a straight line. 

They’re laughing at you. Or they’re drunk. Take your pick.

It’s probably both. 

The judgement of strangers feels hot and prickly on the back of her neck. 

She couldn’t help but feel that she might have been better off never speaking with Jeanette before she made her mad dash to the door. The less she knew, the less there was to process and integrate into her view of the world. Malkavian tastes so familiar on the back of her tongue when she silently rolls the syllables around her mouth and in her head, but the sense of solidarity that came with the word was disconcerting. Could it be true? Could there really be a group of people like her , who would be able to understand her on a molecular level? What would that look like? 

Do I even want that? 

Unfamiliar familiarity.

How uncomfortable. 

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[donghyuckkies]

ok so, i'm home now and listened to the album on my way home.... i'm sorry but i cannot take ice on my teeth seriously cuz i keep mishearing tennis as tiddies which then leads me to mishear teeth as teat.... so yeah i'm very sorry but it's a skip from me....

[gacmediadaily]

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