#charley's aunt

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This elegant gown, masterfully crafted by the renowned designer Travis Banton, made its dazzling debut on Kay Francis, who portrayed Donna Lucia d’Alvadorez in the adaptation of Brandon Thomas’ beloved play, Charley’s Aunt. Although the audience saw it in black and white, its true color was revealed the following year when it graced Rita Hayworth as Sally Elliott in the film My Gal Sal.

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[invisibleicewands]

Charley's Aunt, 1994

[hereissomething]

1976 🎟

god, imagine being able to see your faves live and on stage for less than $10😮 so damn awesome

[donfadrique]

For the movie ask: 2. Your most rewatched movie.

24. A film you wish you had seen on the big screen.

47. Movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites).

2. Your most rewatched movie.

I think they are two Soviet movies 'Hello, I'm Your Aunt!' (1975) and 'The Very Same Münchhausen' (1980).

Quoting Wiki (and I agree):

1) The comedy is loosely based on the 1892 play 'Charley's Aunt' by Brandon Thomas. The film was an immense hit; many lines of dialogue subsequently became catch phrases themselves.©

2) The film relays the story of the baron's life after the adventures portrayed in the Baron Münchausen stories, particularly his struggle to prove himself sane. Münchhausen is portrayed as a multi-dimensional, colourful, non-conformist man living in a grey, plain, dull and conformist society that ultimately tries to destroy his personality.©

I can add that these films have brilliant dialogues and they remain relevant in our time. 

24. A film you wish you had seen on the big screen.

Hmm… 'The Mark of Zorro' (1940) perhaps? 

To watch it in theater with the fandom will be nice :)

47. Movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites).

Most films by Luchino Visconti, Nagisa Oshima and Sergio Leone. They are really great and charismatic directors. And they are 'my' creators.

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

I’ve been thinking about uncle Henry and aunt Em a lot today. Uncle Henry’s reaction to Aunt Em yelling at Ms Gulch is so cute. He’s like “hehe that’s my wife” He’s literally falling in love with her again.

Her yelling at the government gets him giggling, kicking his feet, twirling his hair, etc. he’s such a simp for her.

They are one of the most underrated (canon) Oz ships and I will DIE on this hill.

[murderandcoffee]

there was a room in the dungeon underneath my high school auditorium that had a gloryhole in the wall

we used that room to play cards against humanity after theatre rehearsals

[willstafford]

Auntie Antics

CHARLEY’S AUNT The Crescent Theatre, Birmingham, Saturday 29th June 2024 I manage to catch the production’s last in-house performance in the Ron Barber Studio before it embarks on a tour of stately homes around the region.  First appearing in 1892, Brandon Thomas’s play is a quintessential old-school farce that basically involves two well-to-do cheps at Oxford recruiting a third to impersonate…

[do-you-know-this-play]

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Moon

THIS IS THE SECOND INSTALLMENT OF A 2 PART SERIES to understand the plot, you MUST read October Sun.

summary: in the aftermath of the theater of terrors, there'd been a single, short moment of silence when everyone had been too stunned to speak. too frightened confused sick horrified to say a word. and then everything had descended into chaos.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER MOON prologue

There was a single, short moment of silence before the commotion began. A moment of confusion and sick loss that weaved its way between and through everyone until it thinned into a desperate need to understand what they'd all just been through.

"He was so alone," Charley whimpered, pitiful, arms curled around his middle as he tried to forget the little boy who'd needed someone to stay with him so badly, "I didn't want to leave him..."

Rhonda scowled, "How could she not know!?" Spitting her anger through gritted teeth, gesturing widely as if the air was too close and she had to push it away.

Wally was frantic, hands moving as fast as his mouth, "I saw Maddie's dad—"

"What?" Weakly, tortured, "Where? Why did you get to see him and I didn't?" And Maddie began to tremble because she'd always known her father had died but she and her mother had never been given more than a feeble, 'it was an accident'.

An accident that had rendered her father unrecognizable and dead. An accident that had driven her mother to the bottom of too many bottles and away from her daughter. An accident Maddie had never believed because she'd known, she'd KNOWN, it was a lie. But rather than see him, she'd been stuck in a hospital room with a twelve-year-old girl and her great-aunt, forced to watch as Then Deputy Baxter held his hat to his chest and declared a little boy dead.

It wasn't fair and Wally held her even as he explained, "Janet was there," to Charley and Rhonda who stared at him in disbelief.

They all talked over each other, "What was she doing there?" - "Do you think Mr. Martin knows?" - "Maybe that's why he helped her move on; he knew she was dangerous!" - "He can't know, if he did, he wouldn't have let her near us."

Meanwhile, Ajay was urgently scouring the rows, under every seat, down every aisle, calling out Mina's name before disappearing at a run to the back of the stage, into the rafters, "Mina, Mina, Mina!" Over and over, heart in his throat, where was she, she never left the theater, where was she!?

But all of that faded into the background when you heard a weak, strained voice ask, "Why didn't you tell me?"

On your knees on the stage, staring blankly at the spot the farmhouse door had been, you tried to make your mouth work. There was no evidence of the supernatural wind; no smashed stage light, no cuts on your skin, nothing. Slowly, you panned to Xavier who stepped toward you, his face pained, his brow creased and eyes filled with so much sorrow it felt like a kick to the heart.

Meekly in return, you confessed, "That's not how it happened," as if that solved the problem. A band-aid over a bullet wound, as true as it was.

No, you'd snuck into one of those old heritage properties near the elementary school to get out of the rain. Aiden had wandered off when you'd tried calling Nanna to pick you up. He'd fallen down the steep steps and hit his head so hard on the stone wall that he'd bled out at the bottom of the stairs. You'd watched his spirit rise after tumbling down yourself.

It was in your statement to Xavier's father. That was how you'd remembered it, in vague flashes, for the past six years.

"I didn't......it wasn't like that." You repeated, forcing the words out around the lump in your throat. "I didn't remember..."

You couldn't even be sure Xavier was talking about Aiden and not about connectedness and how you didn't seem at all confused about a door that had appeared from the ether like a ghost. His face told you everything, though. It was indeed about Aiden.

Xavier collapsed to his knees in front of you, devastated, "How? How do you not remember that? How could you not tell me?" It wasn't harsh or mean or loud though part of you wished it was. It was a quiet expression of betrayal. And then, a breathy whisper, "He was my brother, too."

Maybe not biologically, but emotionally, spiritually, it was true. Xavier had held Aiden as a baby; had held Aiden's hand on his first day of kindergarten; had taught him big words to impress his teachers, and how to kick a ball into the net, and how to skateboard like a big boy, and how to—you shook, eyes welling with tears as Xavier continued to look at you like you'd just shattered his whole world.

"Xavier," Maddie said softly, her own voice rattled with grief, "It's not her fault."

Xavier exhaled deeply as he turned his head to Maddie, pressed his lips together, suddenly appearing anxious beneath the pain, "When did you get back?"

Maddie shot you a helpless look and you took the responsibility from her, saying in a wet tone, "She didn't, Zav."

Xavier was confused for a long minute, staring at Maddie as if he could piece her together like a puzzle.

He blinked several times, looked—really looked—at the students he didn't recognize, noticing their outdated apparel, their pale complexions, their...not-really-thereness. All at once, it struck him, a knife-twisting epiphany while your voice in his mind, carefree and purposefully teasing, told him and Mathilda about your hot football player ghost. He gazed at Wally Clark, the number 57 on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, and then swallowed.

Xavier's eyes closed almost as soon as his gaze returned to rest on you; his lips pressed together so you wouldn't see how the bottom one wobbled. His shoulders tensed, and, when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't stomach to look at you. In that moment, he understood like common sense exactly where he stood with you and it hurt.

"Zav," You whimpered, reaching for him, but he shifted away, shaking his head. "Zav, please," You attempted, shuffling forward on your knees. He stood, stumbled back a step and then grabbed his head, breathing heavy.

"No." He said, then louder, "No, no way." You clambered to your feet as he jumped off the stage. "It's too much," He said and you could tell he was fighting tears, "I can't do this."

He marched to the top of the center aisle as you called after him, pausing only for a second to glance back at you over his shoulder, his expression utterly destroyed, and then he opened the door and left.

You made to run after him, but Wally grabbed you, pulled you to his chest.

"Let him go, baby," he said, calm and soft, and when you struggled, wailing, folding forward, and falling to the ground, he went with you and cradled you in his arms. Let you cry out everything that had happened; with Aiden, with the farmhouse cellar, with the cult, and Amelia and Anabelle. All of it. Wally held you through it, shushing you, holding your head to his chest, rocking you, kissing your hair between variations of, "I've got you, baby, I'm right here."

As you began to recover, thick sniffs and small whimpers, you burrowed into the safety and comfort of Wally's arms, not wanting the others to see you like that. Unfortunately, you didn't have a choice. Your phone vibrated in the back pocket of your skirt. Wally shamelessly retrieved it, handing it off to Maddie without a word.

"Simon's here." She said, as somber and morose as the rest of them.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Nicole had been a saint. Picked Xavier up even though he'd been late, had allowed him to sit stoically in the car the whole drive. Until something that'd been nagging at her had finally prompted her to ask how he'd known about Claire's hot-and-cold behavior.

He'd been too...fuck, defeated? Hollowed out? Numb, really, to care that Nicole had deduced in his silence that he'd cheated on Maddie with Claire. Xavier had barely tried to defend himself. Stopped talking after a few words when it'd hit him that it hadn't fucking mattered.

After everything that'd happened in the theater, the shit he'd seen. The murder and then—Jesus Christ—the cover up, Xavier hadn't been able to muster a single fuck to give.

He was still disturbed by his dad's reaction to the evidence Xavier had found in his home office. A bagged and bloodied patch, black thread stitched into khaki spelling Maddie's last name. He thought he was going to be sick, lowering the window and sticking his head out for some air.

Nicole had ordered him to stay in the car while she searched the crowd at Horror Con for Maddie. Who she wouldn't find because Maddie was a ghost at school which meant she was dead. How long had you known?

He didn't want to talk about it with you. Didn't think he was capable of looking you in the eye right now after everything he'd experienced and learned. The sheer extent of the shit you'd been keeping from him for years. Who even were you? What even were you? A witch? A medium?

Did it matter? His mind asked and Xavier clenched his eyes shut, fists balled in his lap. Whatever you were, you'd hidden it from Xavier for over a decade of friendship. And it fucking hurt. You were the only person in the world he could trust, who he'd believed would be there for him through anything and everything.

Through his dad's profound betrayal... How was he going to get through that? He'd seen it with his own eyes. Austin Baxter, Deputy favored to take over Sheriff Stallow, forcing a dead and mangled Christopher Nears behind the wheel of his car and rolling it off the cliff into the quarry for pit workers to find the following morning.

Xavier's stomach rolled.

His dad hadn't said it, but the timing made sense. Xavier's mom probably found out and that's why she'd left. Why she'd abandoned Xavier, he didn't know, but that barely stung in the face of everything else.

What had caused Xavier the most distress during the encounter with his dad, though, had been the weird, flickering threads of light that kept appearing in the air. Faint and glowing. First blue then spun black, then blue again. Strung between Xavier and his dad as if it connected them.

He'd seen one between he and Nicole when he'd climbed into her car. A soft yellow that hadn't seemed established, so dim and loose. He'd nearly asked her to take him to the hospital for an MRI, but decided against it. Some instinct deep in his soul told him it wasn't a tumor. That it was so much more than anything that could be explained by medical science.

Xavier sat in the car for almost twenty minutes, his brain a maelstrom of anger and grief and hurt and anger again. He'd seen Maddie. She'd been there. Probably knew about Claire. Probably hated Xavier's guts. God, she'd probably told you about it, too, and now you didn't care if Xavier was upset or not because you hated him as much as he hated himself for what he'd done.

Unable to marinate in his thoughts any longer, Xavier ditched the car and charged into the crowd to find Nicole. He felt horrible that she was worrying herself sick trying to find someone who wouldn't be found. He knew she hated the horror stuff as much as Xavier did, yet she was in there, doing it scared because she loved Maddie more than Xavier had.

He grabbed a Pennywise mask off some rando on a bench and donned it, tried to blend in. He didn't want anyone from school to see him, they still wanted his blood for whatever had happened to Maddie. Murderer, they called him behind his back.

Maybe he was. God. Was it...his fault that Maddie was dead?

Those fucking threads kept blinking into and fading from existence, linking strangers to each other. Webs of relationships that made Xavier dizzy trying to follow them. He felt his chest tug and glanced down, saw that thin, pale yellow thread pulling ahead.

Taking a leap, he followed it until he saw Nicole.

He reached out, she shoved him away, terrified. Xavier ripped the mask off, having forgotten about it in his amazement over the delicate thread connecting him to Nicole.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" She demanded, visibly shaken.

"Looking for you." He said, stepping an inch closer, worried at how close to a mental breakdown Nicole seemed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," She croaked between hard breaths.

Xavier gave her a concerned look, "Are you sure? Because you look a little shook up."

She didn't appreciate that, "Just go back to the car, Xavier."

It unraveled from there. The next thing he knew, she was yelling at him, accusing him of failing Maddie—"Yeah, it definitely has the whole 'someone who's supposed to look after you fails' thing going for it," you'd said—and he cast his gaze to the ground, ashamed and overwhelmed with guilt.

"She's nowhere, she's gone!" Nicole cried, movements frantic.

"I know that!" Xavier said before he realized. He did know. He knew where Maddie was—her ghost, at least—and he knew Nicole wouldn't find her at Horror Con, and he knew he was probably to blame for all of it. But...he still couldn't tell her everything. Fuck, she'd think he was crazy, anyway, so he exposed different vulnerable flesh and said, "You're right. I failed her."

It was an appeal for forgiveness.

"And if I could take back what I did, I—" He thought of Aiden. He thought of you. He thought of Claire and Maddie. "But I can't. I have to live with that." He looked Nicole in the eye, desperate, "So, if it makes you feel better to hit me, then please, swing away."

Xavier couldn't stop thinking about Aiden's little body being put in that ambulance. Blue lips and alabaster skin. Dead. And all the blood that'd covered Christopher Nears' body, all the blood that had gushed out of the hole that had once been his face, shoved behind the wheel of his car by Xavier's dad.

His voice cracked, "I just... I'm sorry."

Nicole turned, didn't say a word, and didn't protest when Xavier quietly followed her from person to person, showing them Maddie's photo until she burned herself out.

Sitting together at a picnic table, Nicole said, "I really thought she would be here."

"I know." Xavier sighed, eyes down, regretful and biting his tongue.

A long, tense silence and then Nicole croaked, "I think Simon might be right.

She didn't need to elaborate. Xavier knew that Simon thought Maddie was dead. Nicole had ranted to Xavier about it yesterday when they'd finalized plans to search Horror Con for Maddie. Before he knew the truth.

He didn't have it in him to break her heart and tell her that, yeah, Simon was right. Instead, he stared at that thin, warming thread, the color deepening into a soft orange from his chest to Nicole's. Xavier placed his hand palm-up in the space between him and Nicole on the bench, staring blankly ahead as he tried to suppress what he'd seen in the theater. How he felt about it. How he felt about you.

Moments later, without a word, Nicole placed her hand in his.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Derek Anderson hated this fucking town. He hated what he'd had to resort to. The man he'd become. The cards he'd been dealt. He was done.

He'd used his one phone call to beg forgiveness and ask for help from the one person he could trust with everything. Your Uncle Andrew. Derek's best friend since their early rowdy college days. Andrew was two years older than Derek, but had started college a year after. Had taken time off to backpack across South America and live like a nomad.

The guy was nuts, a free spirit, and exactly who Derek needed right then. He stared ahead, at the mirror he knew was a window, the deputies behind it discussing his fate. The state appointed attorney had been of little help, but had assured Derek would be released on bail within 24 hours.

Fuck.

What was he going to do now?

His whole career had been blown up in a matter of seconds because Simon Elroy was convinced Derek had murdered Madison Nears. He should've seen it coming. Had known the kid was hellbent on finding Maddie, and had already discovered the cash Derek had been hiding in his classroom.

Yeah, fine, he should've been more careful, but how the hell had Simon found it in the first place?

Derek dropped his head into his hands and tried to breathe slowly. A suggestion from Ms. Chung who'd been at the staff meeting when Simon had monologued Derek's guilt. She'd also been the only person to show him any sympathy, his other colleagues immediately putting distance between themselves and him, the new Split River scandal.

"Don't worry," Ms. Chung said, rubbing his back as Derek waited for the cops in Principal Hartman's office. "Everything will work itself out. Just be honest."

"That entails telling them that I did actually commit fraud." Derek chuckled, dry and flat, his world crumbling. "God, Meredith, what am I going to do?"

She didn't tell him. Didn't have any advice. Just another placating, "It'll be okay," that did nothing apart from make him more anxious.

The door to the interrogation room opened and Sheriff Baxter entered. Derek huffed a humorless snort, shaking his head in disbelief. A boy who'd been picked last in gym class had become the town's protector. A boy Derek had been guilty of bullying in elementary school, so the Sheriff got him back years later by marrying the woman Derek had seen a future with.

He'd never felt more fucked in his life.

"Your friend called the front desk," Sheriff Baxter began, taking the seat across from Derek. "He's arranged for his sister to stay with the old man tonight. Is there anyone else who could take him on, long term, you think?"

Derek shook his head. "No. No one. My aunt died a year ago, I don't have any siblings. He'd be left to the state."

"Alright," Sheriff Baxter said after a long lull, "Look, we're going to keep you for the next twenty-four hours while we investigate the accusation Simon Elroy brought against you." He paused, studied Derek as if waiting to see if he'd spit excuses or threats. Something vile that Derek wasn't feeling. When he didn't, Sheriff Baxter continued, "After that, there'll be a bail hearing and, if you post it, you'll be closely monitored pending a trial. Unless the school is virtuous enough to drop the charges."

Derek nodded, eyes on the metal table, heaving a sigh that made his bones ache. "Got it."

"Okay, then, let's get you settled in for the night." Sheriff Baxter stood, came around the table and hooked his hand under Derek's arm to pull him to his feet.

He was escorted to one of the private holding cells, uncuffed and locked in. A lumpy cot and thin, itchy blanket, flat pillow, and moonlight. He hated everything in that moment, but most of all himself.

Why had he done it? It hadn't even occurred to him to try something so misguided until he'd heard a story about how easy it'd been to get away with. You can do anything on a computer these days, and, why shouldn't I have trusted them, they were so nice!

That woman who'd known his dad back in the day and still visited every weekend. Darcy Behr. She'd been nattering his father's ear off over iced tea when she'd let slip about a scam she'd been naïve enough to fall for.

He shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have glommed onto that of all things. He could've figured something out. Sold the furniture, his mother's jewelry, the fucking house. Instead, he'd resorted to fraud because it'd seemed so much simpler and less painful than parting with memories.

Derek sat on the cot and stared at the wall. If it weren't for his father, he would've gotten the fuck out of Split River years ago when he'd had the chance.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

You and Simon had just retrieved Mr. Anderson's phone from the top of the lockers. It had been a joint effort, Simon lifting you, your ass pressed into his cheek while he grimaced toward the end of the hall, petrified that your, "dead boyfriend is going to kill me and then I'll be stuck here, too."

"He's not even here, Simon, calm down." You'd rolled your eyes as you'd grabbed the phone. Once he'd placed you on your feet, you'd handed the phone to Simon to hold on to.

Making your way out of the school, Simon asked, "Do you know what Xavier saw?"

You shook your head, "No," solemn, shrinking into yourself as you continued, "And I doubt I'll ever know. He's never going to talk to me again."

You felt Simon's arm drape supportively around your shoulders before he squeezed you into his side, smiling softly as he said, "He'll come around."

"Maybe," You said, not so sure. While Simon had taken the news of your abilities like it was just another day in the neighborhood, Xavier wasn't so quick to move on. He held grudges as if they were missions entrusted to him by the gods. He still didn't trust Hana enough to drink chocolate milk around her after she'd stolen one of his during recess in 1st Grade...

Simon moved the conversation along, "So, you think this Amelia person is still out there. What about that cult? Think she assembled a new team of yes-men to sacrifice?"

You pondered the question as Simon held the door open for you to walk outside. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I'll see what I can find about the Something-Something of Dagda when I get home." You turned your head to look at him, "I really hope that whatever reason she had to kill Aiden isn't connected to why Maddie's a ghost."

Simon nodded and then, quite absurdly, said, "And here I thought we were dealing with aliens."

You stopped walking, stunned into silence, mouth gaping as you absorbed his words. At last, after a second or two of staring at him like he'd grown a second head, you blurted, "Aliens?"

"Or mummies," Simon shrugged easily, snickering at you.

You couldn't help it. It began in fits and starts, and then a loud laugh bubbled out of you that was contagious, Simon snorting and laughing along with you. After everything that had happened in the theater, you hadn't been sure you'd ever be able to laugh again. It felt good. Liberating. Your spirit warmed and somewhat renewed in the wake of such a nightmare.

He opened the passenger side door of his car for you, but as he made his way around to the driver's side, you and he heard a frantic, "Simon!" followed by an equally as worked up, "Babe!"

Instantly, you spun around and Simon halted mid-step, both of you drawn away from the car as Maddie and Wally ran down the path from the school. You glanced at Simon and then shifted to meet Wally and Maddie in the bus shelter. Simon's brow furrowed as he waited for Maddie to explain.

All she managed between gasps was, "4-9-5-2-7-3."

It took a moment, but Simon got with the program quickly, pulling Mr. Anderson's phone out of his pocket. He punched in the numbers when Maddie repeated them more slowly. As he did, you unconsciously moved closer to Wally who strung his arm around your waist, stamping a sweet kiss to your hairline, his big hand engulfing your hip.

You snuggled into his side, weight leaned comfortably into him, and you felt him give your hip a little squeeze. When you looked up, he was already staring down at you, a soft smile on his face.

"Where does Mr. Martin think you are?" You wondered quietly, gazing up at Wally.

"I told him I was gonna make sure Maddie was okay. She bolted out of there and he was kinda worried." He explained into your hair as he pressed another kiss to your head.

You hummed and rested your head against his chest, happy to bask in his presence until "...You've reached Claire Zomer. Do me a fave and just text me, okay?"

Before anyone could react, you felt Wally tense. "Wait. Isn't that the chick Xavier was cheating on Maddie with?"

There was a pause. You looked at Maddie. Maddie looked at Simon. They both looked back at you. And you, so slowly, panned up to look at Wally.

"WHAT!?"

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OCTOBER SUN PT.27 - PART ONE

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MASTERLIST

[natequarter]

⚰️ themaster Follow

twelveclara this eightcharley that well how about you pay me some fucking attention

🎻 the--adventurer8 Follow

who is charley

🖋️ edwardianadvcnturess  Follow

SERIOUSLY?

#So soon?

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🪨 vislorturlough Follow

The morality council has decreed that murder is bad for the fifteenth year in a row. Nobody knows why

✈️ donewiththisshit573 Follow

What do you mean "Nobody knows why". It's because it's rabbits illegal, that's why

🪨 vislorturlough Follow

rabbits

✈️ donewiththisshit573 Follow

I rabbits hate the rabbits translation circuits

#rabbits this

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⚰️ themaster Follow

man how come when that ginger bastard tries to kill the doctor it's "cute" but when i do it it's "murder" and "get out of my sight"

🏏 the--adventurer5 Follow

Probably because you killed me. Get out of my sight.

#if you find romana or something I might not slam the door in your face #yes I KNOW that's you lurking outside the TARDIS Master #you are not subtle

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🚬 fitz-crier Follow

itghink the doctro isttrying to reaplce me. wrtith skip haverty

🚬 fitz-crier Follow

ikve literalyy never heard of heruntill today. waht is thtis

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🪨 vislorturlough Follow

the doctor took us to a cr*cket match this is insane. this is INSANE are you people seeing this. isn't cr*cket illegal on gallifrey???

🗡️ worsthumanongallifrey Follow

sure is!

🪨 vislorturlough Follow

yeah that tracks... help i'm trapped between an australian and a guy who glorifies cr*cket

#fml

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💣 commiedyke Follow

literally how do you guys take the master seriously. i can't picture him killing anyone without imagining his voice in like. uwu speak. hewwo i am the mastew and you wiww obey me

🧪 tryingmybest  Follow

he killed my father, possessed his corpse, destroyed my entire planet and a large swathe of the universe, murdered the doctor, tortured one of my friends, and killed the other's aunt. amongst other things. so you'll forgive me for not being too enthusiastic about him

💣 commiedyke Follow

holy fuck

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🪈 the--adventurer2  Follow

imagine regenerating into a baby, like with a baby face. ok maybe not a literal baby. but, you know, young. that sounds like it would suck

🏏 the--adventurer5 Follow

My girlfriend left me and now I get asked for ID at bars. It is literal hell.

#I often debate letting Turlough kill me for real #but not the Master. He doesn't deserve it

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🥳 yourbutchboyfriend Follow

imagine if crimes were legal. would that be fucked up or what

💣 commiedyke Follow

i mean if crimes were legal they wouldn't be crimes would they

🥳 yourbutchboyfriend Follow

ohhh yeah. hadn't thought of that

#whoops

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😇 jojogrant Follow

going to the shops! anyone want anything? 😊

themaster-deactivate19730619

The souls of the damned.

themaster-deactivate19730619

Also, a bagel.

themaster-deactivate19730619

Make that two bagels.

😇 jojogrant Follow

two bagels coming right up! couldn't find any souls of the damned at sainsbury's though :(

#maybe the co op will have some?

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👑 fred Follow

gonna kill everyone in this room and then myself

🐧 coordinatorsupreme Follow

Madam President, you're the only person in that room.

👑 fred Follow

i know! i wrote this post because i am fine and have no mental problems whatsoever 👍

🐧 coordinatorsupreme Follow

Ah, I see. Glad to hear it.

💣 commiedyke Follow

jesus christ

#where to even begin

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[recycledmoviecostumes]

This distinctive pearl necklace was designed by Joseff of Hollywood, who created jewelry for many films during Hollywood’s Golden Age. Because Joseff was not contracted to a particular studio, he was able to rent out his pieces to all of the film studios.

The above necklace first appeared on Kay Francis as Donna Lucia d’Alvadorez in the 1941 adaptation of Charley’s Aunt. In 1945 it appeared on Marsha Hunt as Constance Scott in The Valley of Decision. The following year saw it worn on the neck of Nella Walker as Mrs. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. in Two Sisters from Boston. 1947’s Northwest Outpost used it on Lenore Ulric as Baroness Kruposny. Ilona Massey was next to wear the piece as Madame Egelichi in the 1949 Love Happy. 

In the 1952 adaptation of Daphne Du Maurier’s novel My Cousin Rachel, Olivia de Havilland wore the necklace as Countess Rachel Sangalletti Ashley, and it features somewhat in the plot of the production. Richard Burton’s character gives the necklace to Rachel as a symbolic gesture that he wishes to marry her, which sets the remainder of the story into motion. The passage in the novel describing the necklace says:

There were four strands. They fastened around the neck like a band, with a single diamond clasp.

The description in the novel obviously does not match its representation on screen, but it is a beautiful necklace nonetheless. 

Finally, in 1987, the necklace was seen on Joan Collins’ character Alexis Carrington Colby in the episode of Dynasty entitled The Fair. 

The necklace eventually went up for auction at Julien’s Auctions in the 2017 Joseff of Hollywood: Treasures from the Vault. The action describes the piece as: 

A triple-strand, tiered necklace of alternating simulated diamonds and pearls with pearl drops. The necklace has four simulated mabe pearl medallions and is stamped on the back “Joseff Hollywood.”

To learn more about Joseff of Hollywood jewelry, you can visit their official website, or read Jewelry of the Stars: Creations from Joseff of Hollywood by Joanne Dubbs Ball.

Costume Credit: Dean, Eugene Joseff (Joseff of Hollywood), Veryfancydoilies, Katie S., Solidmoonlight

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[mellxncollie]

i bet edwin has been to every single production of charley's aunt that's been put on in london since they started the agency. doesn't matter how big or small. some random theatre club at a secondary school is putting it on? he's there.

at this point he can practically quote the whole thing but finds all the jokes funny every time. charles doesn't come with him most of the time but he'll tag along on occasion. he complains a bit about it but he secretly has come to enjoy it too, if only because he gets to see edwin laughing.

[3rdeyeblaque]

On September 26th we venerate Ancestor & Hoodoo Saint Aunt Caroline Dye on the 105th anniversary of her passing 🕊

Aunt Dye was a Seer, fortune teller, entrepreneur, & Hoodoo Woman who - without ever having picked up a mic or guitar - became one of the greatest Delta Blue's legends of all time.

Aunt Dye was born enslaved in Spartanburg, S.C around 1843 - where her parents died during her infancy. She first became aware of her gifts as a young child. She could see things that no one else could.  

One story recalls Aunt Dye at 10 yrs old (still enslaved on the plantation) when she was helping to set the table for Thanksgiving Dinner: She started insisting that they had not set enough plates, that Mister Charley was coming. Charley was the Plantation owner’s brother, who was thought to have been killed 4yra earlier during the Civil War. Sure enough, later that day Charley came walking in the door. The family couldn’t believe it! He relayed the fact that he had been wounded, taken prisoner, and had not had the chance to come home until that day. No one ever knew how she could have guessed such a thing. It was then that her "little coincidences" started to become noticed.

As a young woman, she migrated westward to Elgin, Jackson Co., Arkansas, where she married Martin Dye. They had one child, a girl, who passed at 11mo. Through the years, they to in several children, some of whom were Aunt Dye's kin.

Despite being labeled "uneducated"- unable to read or write, she amassed a small fortune as a wealthy landowner, rental property entrepreneur, & most of all, as a Hoodoo woman & fortune teller. Though she never claimed the latter title, it was given to her by her clients across the region. Black & White Folks came from all over the mid-south, with an especially devoted group of followers from Memphis,TN. So many people traveled into the region just to see her that a train going into Jackson Co. was named, the “Caroline Dye Special.”

Aunt Dye divined using only a deck of playing cards. She never gave readings relating to love or the outcome of World War I, but she did offer visions of the future & insight on various matters such as missing people, animals, & objects. Although payment was not required for her services, she received up to 30 letters in a single day, much of etch carried payment for service. Some White businessmen in the area reportedly would not make an important decision before consulting her first. All day long, folks crowded her home waiting for a reading. So she took advantage of their large numbers & sold meals from her kitchen.

“White and colored would go to her. You sick in bed, she raise the sick. … Had that much brains — smart lady. … That’s the kind of woman she was. Aunt Caroline Dye, she was the worst woman in the world. Had that much sense.” – Band Leader Will Shade of the Memphis Jug Band.

Presently, Aunt Caroline Dye rests at the Gum Grove Cemetery in Newport, Jackson Co., Arkansas where she is forever remembered as the infamous Hoodoo Fortune Teller of the 19th Century.

Offering suggestions: playing cards, money/coins, Delta Blues songs that honor her memory 

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

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[bellalampwickrossi]

Belle's family:

Maurice: Belle's dad.

Colette: Belle's mom.

Émilienne and Régine: Belle's mean older sisters or stepsisters.

Lucrum and Cupidon: Belle's brothers-in-law.

Clarice: Belle's older sister.

Marguerite: Belle's wicked aunt.

Adam: Belle's husband.

Ben: Belle's son.

Mal: Belle's daughter-in-law.

Simone Little: Ben's Godmother.

The Potts' Family: Family Friends.

Ryan and Hannah Little: Belle's Godchildren.

Avery Lazlo Athanasiou-Léandre: Belle's grandson.

Wit: Belle's dog from the castle's puppy.

Marinette: Belle's dog from Princesses and Puppies.

Orson: Belle's horse.

Booksy: Belle's bunny.

Page: Belle's lamb.

Petite: Belle's pony.

Rouge: Belle's cat.

Teacup: Belle's puppy.

Charley: Belle's cat.

Philippe: Maurice and Belle's horse.

Sultan: Beast's dog.

NICE !

[gatutor]

Anne Baxter-Jack Benny-Arleen Whelan "Charley´s aunt" 1941, de Archie Mayo.

[loving-jack-kelly]

Do we think one of Charley's kids is named after Frank bc to me. There's a little Kringas with the middle name Franklin. and every time Charley sees it it makes him sad because how to explain to his son that he's named after somebody Charley loves so much, Uncle Frank who used to be here all the time and used to be so silly and make him laugh when he was little, and now Uncle Frank doesn't visit anymore and now Charley gets sad every time Uncle Frank comes up in conversation and now when little Daniel Franklin Kringas asks if Uncle Frank can come to his birthday party or his baseball game or how come it's been so long since Uncle Frank came for supper, Charley has to take a deep breath like he doesn't know what to say. and when Evelyn and Charley are telling their kids the stories of their names it's so easy to say Hannah is from Grandma Kringas and Alexander from Mama's brother Uncle Alex, and Josephina Mary, well, Aunt Mary still visits sometimes. But Uncle Frank? How do they talk about Uncle Frank? He's still their uncle, but they don't see him. Where did he go? Why did he go?