#dorothy wilson

[precodesoul]

The Age of Consent (dir. Gregory La Cava, 1932)

[maudeboggins]

wampas babies of 1933:

l-r standing: toshia mori, boots mallory, ruth hall, gloria stuart, patricia ellis, ginger rogers, lilian bond, evalyn knapp, marion shockley; seated l-r: dorothy wilson, mary carlisle, lona anre, eleanor holm, dorothy layton

[from1837to1945]

"What? What's the matter, dear?" "You're not gonna sent me to bed?" "Bed? Sent you to bed? For what? Spill a little water? Oh, what would we care about that? We intend to do it. We gonna spill water and do every silly thing we can think of. Because that's the only way you and I could be happy."

-Richard Dix & Edith Fellows in His Greatest Gamble (1934)

[galacticsuperstitions]

the minds of a lab at three different points (LONG rambling under the cut)

I am constantly in awe of the analyses people put out about Arknights on this website. I feel like my own interpretations are somewhat lacking as a result, but I was confident enough to post this, at least. I've had this idea for a long time now, I think since Lone Trail released, but I've only been able to make the time for it now.

Rhine Lab has so many fucked up elements and people involved in it that it's actually impressive. They were really gunning for "most unethical scientific consortium" reward. Really, though, it's just the result of Kristen gunning for her parents' wishes. All of the directors want something and all of those somethings are different.

Things I want to mention or just feel proud of (allowing myself this because of how long this took):

-I was originally planning on crossing out Saria's surname to reflect that we still don't know what it is in canon, but I don't know why whoever has this poster would do that, so I just kept it in. Hermon refers to Mount Hermon, which Saria's name apparently derives from. Technically, her name here is the same thing twice. Oh well.

-I don't know who this poster belongs to. It's just in some Rhine Lab tech's personal desk, I guess? Doesn't explain the doodles, though. Maybe they were bored and feeling spiteful about the potential job insecurity of your boss being comatose in space.

-I realized only while making this post that I made Saria's, Muelsyse's, and Jara's doodles reference Kristen, yet Kristen's only references herself and her parents. Completely unintentional, but appropriate nonetheless.

-I am so happy with how the poster came out. It makes up for how hard I had to fight Canva for it to come out like that. Here it is in full if you want to look at it closely for whatever reason. (writing an actual description for this thing was fun!)

-Andenate doesn't actually have a face under the sticky note. That's why he's still Mike Wazowski'd in the poster png. I didn't feel like drawing one since it wouldn't be shown in the finished pieces anyway. His jacket is just the same as Magallan's.

-Ifrit's picture board was a literal last-minute addition. It's why the images are sketches rather than being in the lineless style of the poster. It feels fitting, though, so I'm keeping it that way. Seeing Ifrit all grown up and doing so well in Lone Trail was wonderful. There's something in her being happy and healthy and also surrounded by not just her loved ones and friends from Rhine Lab, but also people outside of it. She's cultivated her life to be as fulfilling as she wants it to be, and while there is still room to grow, she has plenty of support and insight from others for it to do so. I may be misrepresenting her a bit (the sleepiness doesn't help), but man. I love Ifrit. She's so cool.

[twixnmix]

Ebony magazine covers from 1963

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round Two (Bracket 8)

[lavenderchameleon]

happy Halloween!

[cantsayidont]

Haterating and hollerating in the 1950s:

SUDDEN FEAR (1952): Inventive but unsatisfying thriller about a middle-aged playwright and heiress (Joan Crawford) who discovers that her new husband (Jack Palance) and his ex-girlfriend (Gloria Grahame) are plotting to do away with her, and decides to concoct her own elaborate trap for the would-be killers, which doesn't go as planned. Palance is well-cast, walking an interesting line between charm and sociopathy, and the film gives Crawford one of her better '50s roles, but the script fails to pay off its own clever plot twists while allowing Crawford too many opportunities for her customary histrionics — particularly in a pair of over-the-top dream/fantasy sequences and in a crucial scene where the heroine has to express, without dialogue, that she's having second thoughts about her own plan. The finale, while undeniably tense and featuring striking nighttime cinematography by Charles B. Lang Jr., also feels like it belongs in a completely different movie.

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR (1953): Bright, attractively staged Fox musical (with two animated interludes) about the burgeoning romance between a successful stage star (June Haver) and her handsome new next-door neighbor (Dan Dailey), a comic strip artist and widower with a young son (Billy Gray) who's none too happy at this new competition for his father's attention. Haver and Dailey are great, and their easy repartee is very appealing. It's also interesting to see Dennis Day outside of his more familiar role as Jack Benny's idiot stooge. However, Billy Gray's character never quite rings true; there's no real reason for Joey to dislike the charming, good-humored Jeannie other than childish jealousy, so the story depends on his eventually getting over it rather than on Jeannie winning him over, which might have been more fun.

A SUMMER PLACE (1959): Overwrought Delmer Daves adaptation of a Sloan Wilson novel about two one-time lovers (Richard Egan and Dorothy McGuire), now unhappily married to others (Constance Ford and Arthur Kennedy), who decide to divorce their respective spouses so they can finally get married, only to face endless angst because their college-age kids (Sandra Dee and Troy Donahue) are also in love, in A Society That Just Doesn't Understand™. The story might have been considered daringly blunt by the standards of 1958–59, but to modern eyes, it succeeds mostly in putting the "turgid" in "dramaturgy." The script and direction are so unrelentingly heavy-handed that the actors seem like they're mining coal, with only Constance Ford (whose character is an unmitigated bitch) allowed to be anything other than laboriously tormented.

[toiletpotato]

the muppets wizard of oz had so much potential. hypothetically if they would let me fix it here is what I would do:

KEEP:

Ashanti as Dorothy

Queen Latifah as Auntie Em

David Alan Grier as Uncle Henry

Miss Piggy as The (Moral Description) Witches of the (Cardinal Directions)

Kermit as the Scarecrow

Fozzie Bear as the Lion

Gonzo as the Tin Man

How close it is to the book once you make some cuts.

CUT:

The entire Quentin Tarantino sequence

Kelly Osbourne from the extended version

Jeffrey Tambor as the Wizard

Most overt pop culture references

The Wizard actually granting their wishes

NEW CAST:

Sheryl Lee Ralph as The Wizard

Okay. In all honesty that came to me last night and I think the idea is worth exploring. Not only does she already have Ozian connections like the three other humans (Ashanti was in The Wiz at City Center. David Alan Grier played The Wiz at La Jolla and he also played the Lion in the NBC Live production, in which Queen Latifah played The Wiz. Sheryl Lee Ralph once played Madame Morrible in Wicked and she has a lovely Broadwaycom vlog series to accompany it). I believe that she has the range to pull off the "wow, I'm the Wizard and super cool" as well as the "hey I'm just a little guy from Kansas" energies that the role demands.

REDUCE:

The side plot of how Dorothy wants to be a famous singer and how the Muppets are running a singing competition. It's still good motivation for Dorothy to want to get out of Kansas, and provides a modern perspective, but, her ending with that is not really in line with the story. So I think still having the Muppets exist in Kansas in some capacity would work, but not to the current extent.

Pepe's role as Toto. I don't want to entirely recast Pepe as Toto, but it’s very hard to make Toto a speaking role and make Pepe a nonspeaking role. I'm sure we can find a place for him. Dorothy having a pet prawn is also funny, so I am inclined to keep that aspect in some capacity.

GOAL:

I want this new movie to be whimsical and joyful, which the original was so close to achieving.

If they lean into the whimsy and truly creating and believing in Oz, then it'll be wonderful

[precodesoul]

Dorothy Wilson in The Age of Consent (dir. Gregory La Cava, 1932)

[justbusterkeaton]

Buster 💕

[perfettamentechic]

23 novembre … ricordiamo …

23 novembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2020: Laura Rizzoli, attrice, doppiatrice e direttrice del doppiaggio italiana. Fu moglie dell’attore e doppiatore Ruggero De Daninos, con cui spesso lavorò nella prosa radiofonica e televisiva della RAI, recitando all’interno della Compagnia di Prosa di Milano. (n.1922) 2020: Abby Dalton, pseudonimo di Gladys Marlene Wasden, attrice statunitense. Durante la sua adolescenza, incomincia a prendere…

[fiendishthingee]

"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it, and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger - that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and being caught in a rainstorm, I was left to stand in the woods. While I stood there, I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love, I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one.” 

– L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Los Angeles, the world where I've hung my shingle for nearly 17 years, is a place of many moods. There’s the bright sunlight and a creative sprawl that really only exists in our collective fantasies of fame and fortune, and there is the corrupt, overpopulated dystopia, built on illusion and eating itself from within. The truth is that this “seventy two suburbs in search of a city” is both, a schizophrenic planet of its own where the beautiful parts of human nature are always at odds with the ugliest. You get pulled in one direction or the other on any given day, scrambling for a sense of peace that may or may not exist. Like a bittersweet pocket symphony by The Beach Boys, you feel bits of wonder and possibility here and there, but they’re usually tempered by the suspicion that you’re heading down a blind alley.

Many people can be dissociative and narcissistic, coming off as weirdly alien or robotic in how they transact rather than interact. Most of the time, you work hard and keep to yourself, finding comfort in that because you think it’s temporary. Once you start to believe that it’s not, though, despair can set in, amplifying itself to the point where you might not hear anything else. The fabled ��golden sunshine” noted by David Lynch (whose disembodied head above looms Oz-like by the beach) becomes harsh and unforgiving, and that unfurling sense of space claustrophobic. You can’t get your head above the water, but you can’t touch the bottom either. So, is it really a “city of dreams,” or a junkyard strewn with what’s left of them? Ask me again in 17 years.

[littlequeenies]

We added some more :)

⇢ Groupies Outrageously’s special photosets series

Women of other ethnics

[ultraozzie3000]

Through the Looking Glass

Above, from left: When Teddy Roosevelt announced in 1912 that he would run for president against his former VP, William Howard Taft, Brown Brothers sent photographer Charles Duprez to Oyster Bay to take this famous photo; President Taft and his wife, Helen “Nellie” Taft, in 1909; famed New York Giants pitcher Christy Mathewson warms up before a game, circa 1912.…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Can I Take Your Order?

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Bucky pays you a surprise visit.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your work isn’t hard per se, but it can be chaotic. Still, your tips more than make up for all the running around, but not necessarily the ridiculous attire. You’re not entirely unhappy, it’s exciting even if it can be stressful. 

The diners always keep you on your feet. Literally. You run around, table to table, that night dressed as the infamous Dorothy who’s too far from Kansas. Somewhere around their, a lion, scarecrow, and tinman are taking orders and entertaining children at their seats. 

The themed restaurant isn’t really the place you would go, but it’s a family-friendly venue in a city overcrowded with more adult attractions. The money keeps a roof over your head. You won’t complain for that. 

The Oz room is overflowing and you can see more customers in the lobby. Please send them over to Mary Poppins’ Pop-In. You don’t have time to dread the new wave of diners as you bring a tray of desserts to a table with three blustering toddlers. You could never. 

“Anything else?” You ask as you put out the stemmed cups of banana pudding pie. 

“The check--” the father demands before he’s hit in the face with a stray straw. He grits back his agitation and forces a smile, “thanks.” 

You pick up the straw and leave him. As you do, you pass Graham, that night’s scarecrow. He lowers his voice as he follows you to the till. 

“Can you get the next table, please? I’m dying for a smoke. Any longer and I’m going to smack one of these brats,” he mutters. 

You smile at him. You find the nights go by quicker without breaks. “No problem! On it. I just need to get this bill printed out.” 

You toss the straw and tap the till. You pull up that table and print it out, tucking it into one of the little folders. You grab a handful of hard candies and sweep back across the dining room. 

“Here ya are, enjoy your desserts,” you say and carry on. 

You peer around, searching for the new diners. Right there in the corner. You head over in your pig-tailed wig and red shoes. As you near, your chest flickers. You think you know the back of that head. No, it’s not. He wouldn’t be here... 

You’re all but assured of your suspicions by the golden hair of the man across from him. A third to round out party. You cringe before you muster a smile and come to the side of the table. 

“Welcome to the Land of Oz,” you recite your mandatory introduction and avoid looking at Bucky, “don’t stray too far or you might find a wicked witch or flying monkey to carry you off. May I start you with some drinks?” 

“You got cocktails at a joint like this?” Bucky scoffs. 

You refuse to look at him, “the menu’s right there.” You point beside the centerpiece. He chuckles. 

“This is cute, how’d you find this place, Buck?” The blond asks. The man better known as Captain America. 

“Hmm, this place would be fun to you two geriatrics,” their other companion says. That’s the Falcon. 

You can feel Bucky watching you. He’s smirking. You know it. At least when you see him, you only ever have your stupid dress on. You take the wig and makeup off before you go home. It attracts less weirdos. 

“So, we do have beer, despite what you might think,” you offer. 

“Got prune juice? These two need it--” Falcon, rather Sam Wilson, chortles and receives an elbow to the ribs. 

“We have cranberry,” you suggest. 

“Where’s Toto?” Bucky asks. 

You hold back as sigh and finally meet his eyes, “no dogs allowed.” 

“Damn, sounds like you should go then, eh, Buck,” Sam adds. You grin as he cackles. 

“Hey,” Bucky sneers. “Just water for me.” 

“No milk to keep your bones strong?” The Captain, or Steve, kids. 

“You’re a year younger, shut up,” Bucky huffs. 

“I’ll get a water too,” Steve smirks. 

“Get me a Miller,” Sam says, “please.” 

“No problem. I’ll be back with that and some menus.” 

You spin and strut away. It feels good to see him getting teased because you know he only came here to mock you. You can’t exactly follow him to his work and make fun of his arm. Not that you would. 

You get the water and beer and return to the table with menus under your arm. You hand them all out and give them some time to look over it. You check in with your other tables before you go back again. 

“So, have we made up our minds?” You smile. 

Steve smiles at you, “uh, can I ask what kinda fish it is?” 

“Cod, sir,” you answer as you lean in to see where he points on the menu. 

“Ah, thanks.” 

“You got any recommendations?” Sam asks. 

“I usually go straight to dessert,” you smile, “but the spaghetti is yummy. And you can get it spicy.” 

“Oh, you like it spicy?” Bucky snickers. 

You look at him and Steve clears his throat, “Buck.” 

“Yikes, dude. You got lines, huh?” Sam teases. 

“No, I just--” he gets flustered and rolls his eyes. “Can I have the cheeseburger and fries?” 

“Sure thing,” you take out your notepad. 

“I’ll have the fish and chips,” Steve says, “is it possible to add an extra filet?” 

“Yeppers,” you nod and jot it down. 

“Think I’ll get the meatball sandwich,” Sam says, “apparently, I like meatballs.” 

Steve scowls again and Bucky sighs. You tap your pen on the pad, “alrighty. I’ll go put your order in.” 

“Thanks, doll.” Sam winks at you. 

You smile and as you turn, you hear Bucky hiss, “doll? Since when do you call anyone doll?” 

You make a face but don’t pay much mind to their arguing. He did mention his other friends could be a bit much. Based on that interaction, you’d say he’s just as bad. 

You put the ticket in the window and turn back. As you go back to the family to get the bill and your tip, your eyes snag on Bucky. He cranes around to see you and waves at you with two fingers. Oh, you have to get him back for this.