#for that matter wasn't mary his pearl or something?

[a-sentient-cup]

CUP ARGUMENT:

In the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley i firmly believe his creation to have been made from scratch

Rant from last time i talked about this:

Another thing I don't like, how frankenstein's monster is always depicted as an abomination

In the book victor himself said it was sickeningly beautiful, and all that at once was unsettling

And made from morgue parts? Just implied

Victor may have been a college dropout but he was looking at the morgue stuff for reference mostly and designing from there

I guess it's the yellowed skin that made people think that, but honestly he probably did borrow skin

But the bones and teeth and some organs were all custom made, no electricity needed, the moment the process was complete it started to live

This dropout studied structure of the morgue parts, he may have been full of shit but he wanted to create a new *organism* not just a life. He was struck by a vile and random series of thoughts that were the blueprints for making something

He could've started with something that was openly not human shaped but instead he decided to try human 2.0 even though he put zero whole thought while he was making it

So there's nothing to stop you from thinking

The scientist

The creation

The scientist's wife

It's almost parallel

The difference is that pb made a second lemongrab when he was all huffy from being alone. Victor didn't do that, all he had to do was suck it up and build his creation another so he wasn't painfully lonely. But instead he stopped halfway through and it resulted in his creation killing his wife on their wedding night

Except marceline would absolutely destroy lemongrab instead of being quietly strangled to death in a barn like she did

It was the 12-1800's. If his creation was to have fucking pearl white teeth there's no way that they came out of corpses. Victor hand carved those in his haze (probably stolen pearls?) And they were a unit, extremely powerful muscles that are essentially passive body armor against gunshot and can one-hand someone's neck like throttling a goose

I read it in sophomore year and not only did victor betray everyone in his life and his child, but even though he's a deadbeat dropout most adaptations don't give him credit for actually making something so beautiful that it's scary

Imagine that lemongrab but with long black hair and that's the creation actually, except long nose

Like imagine just being born a full grown human with the same mental capacity but no information on what to do to exist

A REVISIT OF MY THOUGHTS AS STATED ABOVE

Chapter 4 of Frankenstein states that he was studying the human body and looking at the decay when he got the vision of how to create life

ALSO IT EXPLICITLY STATES THAT HE COULDN'T REANIMATE CORPSE PARTS i didn't notice that

"pursuing these reflections, i thought that if i could bestow animation on lifeless matter, i might in process of time (although i now found it impossible) renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption (Shelly cp 4, page varies by typing)

So to revise my previous statement: VICTOR, A FUCKING COLLEGE DROPOUT, madw a WHOLE ASS BEING from scratch and was surprised when he seeked vengeance against the "god" that created him

[the-blue-fairie]

@thealmightyemprex "Mature" is a great word to describe this film. It's not "dark" in the way that, say, Something Wicked This Way Comes is dark, but it feels like it has a layer of realism that most other Disney films don't go for. I feel this is especially evident in the matter-of-factness of many of the scenes. Like, Hoseason isn't just some scowling cartoon pirate; he's a businessman and very down-to-earth in his methods, even going so far as to use politics to try and sway David over to his side when they plan on killing Alan. Or when Ransome just casually, bluntly, and sarcastically comments, "Yep you may be rich but you'll be hauling tobacco in the Carolinas the next seven years." Or when Alan very matter-of-factly describes how the two of them would be up against a Campbell jury and judge for the murder of the Red Fox.

That being said (and again SPOILERS)

Ransome's fate remains possibly the darkest thing I've seen in a Disney film - CERTAINLY a Disney film of this era (directed by the man who made Mary Poppins, of all people!) And the fact that other adaptations like the Armand Assante one and the Ian Glenn one (both of which were made for more mature audiences) cut it out makes it wilder to me. And the bluntness with which it's treated goes along with what I was saying about the film's "mature matter-of-factness." Because Hoseason shakes it off in a moment to get back to business as usually. Again, not snarling villainy so much as the ugly banality of evil.

(SPOILERS end)

I also wanted to give a shoutout to Finlay Currie playing Cluny. He's a character actor I've seen everywhere, from playing Magwitch in David Lean's Great Expectations to Saint Peter in Quo Vadis to The Fall of the Roman Empire to episodes of The Prisoner.

And (on the more fun side of things), I would quote "SHABBY WITH AN INCLINATION TO BE GENTEEL" CONSTANTLY when I was a kid! Here's a fun bit of trivia: in the old two-disk DVD set of Curse of the Black Pearl, they had these historical pirate vignettes that also had Disney clips on them - and they included that moment in one of them. Since the film itself wasn't released on DVD back then (and when it finally was, it was a Disney movie exclusive that went for an annoying amount of money), I always found it ironic that they'd share clips of the film to a wider audience, but not the film itself. (Thankfully, the old VHS was at my local library.)

On another fun note, what do you think of Jennet Clouston? Appears in one scene, acts like a witch, STEALS that scene, and vanishes from the movie. BUT also is a topic of one of the most fun exchanges between David and Ebeneezer. God bless.

Disney Month: Kidnapped

First review oF Disney Month is a review of an adaption of A Robert Louis Stevenson classic,Kidnapped

In this 1960 film David Belfour (James McArthur) is kidnapped by  Captain Hoseason(Bernard Lee ) on orders by Davids evil uncle Ebenezer (John Laurie ) to sell David into slavery ,but DAvid joins forces with the Scottish soldier Alan Breck Stewart (Peter Finch ) to escape and reclaim what is his

So I had never heard of this film till a few years ago,no one talks about it......Which is a shame cause it is great ,in fact I like it better then Treasure Island which critics at the time compared it unfavorably to,this might be a new favorite of mine

I like are two heroes.I can see someone seeing David is dull,but while he isnt as colorful as the other characters,he is a likeable heroic character ,I liked when the Captain and Shuan are letting David in on their plan to murder Alan ,David immediately goes to Alan who he doesnt know and is like "The Captain is planning to kill you ,I dont trust him,I'm teaming up with you " .PEter Finch as Alan pulls off being both arrogant but a badass who readdly cares for DAvid

The villains are great,Uncle Ebeneezer is the main antagonist ,played to hammy perfection by John Laurie ,hes definately a somewhat comical villain but still a creepyness and almost despertness to him .I also really like Captain Hoseason,who I think is a very realistic villain ,a shady oppurtunist and I gotta admit,as a James Bond fan ,it was a real treat to see BERNARD LEE AKA M play a man of dubious morals

Now this is more of a dramaperiod piece then an out and out adventure ,but we still meet some fun characters ,and there are some great set pieces ,the best being David and Alan fighting off Hoseasons crew from within a cabin ,that was badass

I have two sets of questions ,lets start with 3 from @ariel-seagull-wings

1-Is the Pirates of the Caribbean ride influenced by the production of this movie?

Honestly no ,I see no connection between the two other then seafaring adventure.The villains arent even pirates,they are just normal corrupt sailors

2-Is Peter O'Tooles role already revealing of his capabilities as an actor?

Oh hell yeah.This is O'Tooles film debut and I was worried hed be just a background character,but he has a whole damn scene where he struts his stuff and he has just such a screen presence .Apparently he was suggested by Peter Finch and they play off each other beautifully

3-Should Disney make more dark movies like this?

First off I wouldnt call it dark ,but mature and honestly I would love them to do more films like this . Like it is rare I have seen a movie where the hero kills a man ,,,,,And has a moment to just fall apart ,like the gravity of the moment isnt lost ,and when DAvid breaks down and Alan gives him a moment is probabbly my favorite scene.I want more films like this

And now 3 questions from @the-blue-fairie

1-Much of the dialogue is lifted verbatim from the book. Is this evident on a first viewing and does it give a different quality compared to other Disney films?

I couldnt tell it was book dialogue but the film has a diffrent vibe then most Disney films and the dialogue is part of that

2- I've always felt that this film has more of a focus on historical time and place than a usual Disney swashbuckler-type movie. What do you think of that? Do you think this makes the film feel dryer in places or does it add color?

Adds color .This film,while it does have humor (Mostly from Uncle Ebeneezer) doesnt FEEL Disney ,and I kind of like that ,it feels like a solid period piece .I honestly really love this movie

And spoilers

3-"And the question closest to my heart, what are your thoughts on Ransom, the cabin boy? "-"Specifically, what are your thoughts on his interactions with Mr. Shuan and their result, as well as the matter-of-fact way it shows him carrying a knife in hopes of one day possibly killing his abuser? Did you expect the child in a Disney film to be unceremoniously murdered by a drunkard?

Sooooooooo I thought Ransome was gonna be the kid sidekick,or hed be the one to kill Mr Shaun.....I DIDNT EXPECT THE KID TO GET MURDERED IN THE NEXT SCENE .When his death screams are heard ,I screamed "JESUS " and my jaw hit the floor when we saw the body .To answer your question,I did not see it coming.I liked Ransome in his brief moments on screen,and frankly it shows how awful are villains are ,with Shuan just drunknly and casually murdering a child ,and Captain Hoseason is ready to just cover it up to save his own skin

Overall this is a great underrated movie that I highly reccomend

@goodanswerfoxmonster @themousefromfantasyland @filmcityworld1 @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @princesssarisa @marquisedemasque

[mermaidsirennikita]

Lol I was watching the series finale of The Tudors with someone and we reached the scene where Henry said goodbye to Catherine Parr and his daughters and as soon as he’s gone Elizabeth just walks off.  And my friend was like “oh, she’s sad”.

And like...  I never interpreted that as sadness?  I mean, the girl who played Elizabeth on The Tudors was Not Good by any stretch of the imagination, but I kind of interpreted that scene as Elizabeth being like “WELL HE AIN’T GETTING ANY DEADER” and dropping the pretense of the loving daughter as soon as he was out of sight.  (Whereas Mary actually did love Henry on the show--in part, I’m sure, because as much as he abused her she had memories of him as a loving father, whereas Elizabeth pretty much just treated like shit starting from that time he killed her mom and declared her a bastard when she was a toddler.)

Obviously, Elizabeth I likely had very conflicted feelings about Henry irl; but the cynic in me, the part of me that always tends to remember that our concepts of emotion and familial love didn’t necessarily apply to peoples of the past, tends to wonder how much Elizabeth’s public feelings towards her father corresponded to her private emotions.  Elizabeth is famously for that Tudor temper, for losing it every now and then in fits of anger towards Robert Dudley or Lettice or whoever was annoying her at the moment.  But ultimately, many of these incidents were often highly performative--people didn’t see Elizabeth bursting into tears or getting into a catfight.  They saw Elizabeth shouting at people--as her father did--because she was a sovereign and she was not just acting in anger, but displaying authority (often accompanied by actual political acts of authority).  Things like that famous portrait ring might hint at Elizabeth’s private feelings towards people, but it’s not as if she wrote a grand diary full of her honest to God emotions.  Elizabeth PERFORMED as the daughter of this sort of Tudor lion she built Henry up to be, because she inherited the throne as HIS daughter first and foremost.  Anne’s family certainly didn’t help her claim to the throne, and at any rate, regardless of Elizabeth being restored to the succession, her parents’ marriage was iffy in the eyes of... most of Europe, at some point or another.  She could at least trumpet her status as a LEGITIMIZED daughter of a king--which was still questionably to many, of course--if not her status as a princess born legitimate.  That status relied entirely on her father, and not at all on her mother.

The fact is that no matter what public displays of affection Henry showed to Elizabeth when he felt like it, he put her in a constant place of political and probably emotional turmoil beginning when she was little more than a baby.  He came dangerously close to denying paternity of her altogether.  He killed her mother, destabilized her life--as a king’s bastard, she was even more dependent on his favor than she had been as a princess.  Legitimate members of the royal family had rights that bastards lacked.  No matter what sort of different responses to emotion people in Tudor England may have felt compared to those of the twenty-first century, Elizabeth would have grown up well aware of her status as a living reminder of Anne Boleyn; that’s something she would have had to fight against if she wanted her father’s favor.  And whether or not she wanted to be a daddy’s girl in private is irrelevant.  She needed to be Henry VIII’s daughter in public, even after he died.  Before she was queen, she had to curry favor from two siblings connected to her through a shared father--one of which had many reasons to hate Elizabeth’s mother.  If Mary I had been able to prove that Elizabeth wasn’t Henry’s daughter; well, what would have happened then?

This idea of Elizabeth as a daddy’s girl in private is ultimately a bit irrelevant, because we’ll never get to know what her private feelings were.  Even the words of her close companions are ultimately secondhand pieces of information that could very well serve as political propaganda.  If you played with Elizabeth, even as one of her ladies, you were a political person.  She WAS politics embodied, as a ruling queen.  Therefore, I feel as if the myth of Elizabeth as Henry’s loving daughter--his proud daughter--must be acknowledged as a myth, and separate from whatever she felt about him in private.  Maybe she loved him.  Maybe she didn’t.  It seems more likely to me that Mary I would have had reason to feel close to her father on an emotional level in real life--as I mentioned regarding her Showtime portrayal above, she actually lived a portion of her childhood as a beloved princess, whereas Elizabeth likely had few memories of that.  For that matter, Elizabeth seems to have been much better at keeping her emotional truths close to the vest than Mary I--who, let’s be real, perhaps suffered from mental illness--and Mary Queen of Scots.  It’s harder to discern what her private emotions were.  

No doubt, she was proud of being a Tudor.  (The status her father tried to rob her of.)  Being a Tudor let her be queen, after all.  No doubt, she was proud of being the daughter of a king.  But was she proud of being the daughter of Henry, the man?  I don’t know.  I’m not sure about the degree to which she would have thought about it.  Perhaps she was genuinely sad when her father died--she had good reason to be genuinely sad and concerned for herself.  But there’s a part of me that just can’t help but love the idea of a young Elizabeth putting on the :( at hearing of her father’s death, only to :| once the courtiers disappeared.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter I: A Bright Opportunity

Clad in robes of deep red and gold, she waited in the shadow of the hidden door, peering through the crack of it being ajar, the hidden stone tunnel stretching out behind her. Her slim body was leaned back against the cold wall as she waited for her contact's company to leave the room. Once alone, she stepped silently out of the shadows and into the warm golden light that poured in through the polished windows, kissing the skin of the woman's face as soon as she pushed her hood down from her head and onto her shoulders.

"Your majesty." She addressed formally, kneeling down as she bowed her head towards the floor and placed a hand over her heart.

"Winifred, I take that your presence before me means you have something of importance?" The red-haired queen of England queried, waving off the alerted guards to lower their weapons before gesturing for the other woman to stand.

"Of course." Spoke the assassin, rising from her bow to pluck a letter from her pocket, the red wax seal already broken, she handed it over to her queen, "A plot by the Vatican - and I'm afraid that your cousin Mary may be involved too, Elizabeth."

"Thank you." The queen spoke, sucking down a breath as she thought of the gravity of the situation - yet another burden for the queen's already heavy shoulders, "Though, this only means more work for you, I need you to uncover if Mary truly is involved, I want to know exactly what powers are conspiring against me and my throne."

"I'll get right to it, your majesty."

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(Y/n) opened her (e/c) orbs, her vision fuzzy from sleep. An irritated groan was pulled from her lips when she reached for her phone, her alarm blaring in her tired ears. It was six in the morning and her usual time to get up for school.

Her dream was quickly fading from her memory, all she could remember was seeing Queen Elizabeth I of England and an old-fashioned letter with a seal. "Proof that I'm passing history, I suppose." She grumbled to herself as she unlocked her phone to check all her social medias before she exited her plush bed. It was full of white fluffy blankets and pillows and shielded her body from the cold air that nipped at anything outside of her blankets. Her light grey walls stood tall around her in her rather plainly decorated bedroom - there wasn't much aside from her wardrobe and organised desk.

She quickly finished up checking all her messages before jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and to brush her teeth, shivering gently at the cold temperature, all too eager to get back to her room where she could wrap herself in a blanket as she readied herself.

Upon returning to her room, she began dressing for the day of school that lie ahead, sitting on the floor in front of her full-length mirror to style her (h/l) (h/c) hair and do her usual makeup. As she went through her morning routine, she danced around a little to the music that was playing from her phone - mostly her favourite songs by Lana Del Rey with some Billie Eilish and some classics thrown into the playlist.

Once she was done, she headed downstairs to make herself a coffee to drink while she sat at the dining table doing any homework that was due in that week.

She was the only person in the house. The solitude never bothered her ever since she was young - her parents worked a lot and she never had much of a close relationship to them anyway. In fact, relationships weren't something she was accustomed to anyway - her parents' work meant that they moved house a lot so she never really managed to make friends or stay in touch with them either. But, she was perfectly content with her studies and happily sitting at the top of her classes.

She was one of those people that could never get enough - no matter what she did, there had to be more to get done. For every lesson, there would be another three to learn to push herself further. 'Why settle for less when you can be the best?' she would often say to herself whenever she took a little break from studying to browse the internet on her phone.

Once it was time to leave the house, she was pulling on a coat and slinging her bag over her shoulder, drinking down the last of her slowly cooling coffee.

Her walk was just like any other usual day, taking the paths beside the main road while her music accompanied her through the cold early-spring morning. She let out a sigh while her playlist shuffled in her headphones, blasting loudly in her ears. She passed familiar paths and roads, stopping at the same traffic lights. (Y/n) had the option to be driven to school by the family driver but she preferred the twenty minutes of morning air considering she didn't leave the house often enough.

When she arrived in school, she made her way towards the library where she pulled a notebook and textbook out of her bag, going over chemistry topics regarding balancing equations and relative atomic mass. Her music played softly in her ears now, music without vocals that would distract her if present in the song. This was how her day went: get to school and study, attend classes to study, sit studying at break, attend more classes to study, have a small break for a light snack and drink at lunch before studying then attend her final lesson to study. Once she got home, she'd sleep for a while then listen to music/ paint/ read a book before studying until dinner; after dinner, she'd have a bath and take some time to look after herself before going to bed.

(Y/n) could admit that a change in routine was all she longed for but she didn't know anything else. She had no friends to go out with and didn't really have anything interesting going on at all aside from family events. She wanted a change desperately but had no clue where to start - whenever she tried to mix things up, she'd always fall back into the same routine out of habit. When the bell went off, she packed her notebooks neatly away into her navy blue bag and tucked her phone into her pocket.

The approach of yet another repetitive day.

She sat through her first three lessons, her work at top standard and focus sharp as she pressed herself in her studies more and more. Her attention was following the video on the board that was explaining the use of tangent with angles of elevation and depression, noting down little features to keep in mind (all of which she already knew but noted it down nonetheless to show classwork) when a male teacher, who was escorting a female visitor, entered the classroom, making his way across the room to the teacher's desk. The (e/c)-eyed female had seen the grey-haired teacher around the school before and was rather sure he was one of the receptionists. She watched the hushed conversation quickly occur between the receptionist and maths teacher before the man straightened his back.

"(Y/n) Glacier, could you come with me please?" He spoke up, the student opened her mouth slightly, wondering why she had to be taken out of class.

"Do I need my bag?" She quizzed, reaching for the strap of the navy bag that rested by her feet.

"Yes, please," He spoke as he made his way back outside. (Y/n) quickly gathered her things and made her way outside, closing the door quietly behind her. Her (e/c) gaze managed to get a better look at the visitor. She was a woman in her late middle-ages with fair light brown hair and turquoise eyes. She wore a purple blazer and skirt with a white blouse and black heels.

"I'm not in trouble am I?" The student quizzed, she had no idea why she had been taken out and was beginning to grow worried that she might have done something; though, there was nothing that she was able to think of.

"On the contrary, dearie." The visitor spoke up as they walked towards a classroom, that was bare aside from the school's headmaster, where the three of them took a seat. The school's headmaster was a woman nearing being elderly with jet black hair that presented a few grey streaks. On her nose were thick-rimmed glasses and she wore a deep red blazer with a white blouse and a flowing black skirt that reached her ankles. She was a good headmaster and had been running the school for the good part of three decades from what (Y/n) had heard.

"Miss (L/n), this is Miss Pearl Attaway." The headmaster spoke, "She's a member of staff at Vermere Lake Grammar School and she's representing the board there that are searching for students to join seeing as it's a new establishment."

"Ok. . ." (Y/n) began slowly, "I suppose, to begin with, I'd like to ask: why me?" She began picking at a thread on her skirt under the table, finding herself to be rather nervous.

"Your grades are outstanding, (Y/n)." Pearl Attaway began, "We're looking for students with gifted minds like yours, you'd be a wonderful asset to the school."

"Where is this school?" The (s/t)-skinned student quizzed, wanting to know everything about it before she began to make up her mind on attending.

"The French countryside." The visitor replied. (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I know what you're thinking and I'm sure that the proposal of a boarding school comes as quite a shock but your parents have been spoken to and they both are in favour of you going and have left the final decision up to you." (Y/n) stopped to think. This choice was going to be far more difficult and impactful than she originally thought.

"I think that I'm going to need more time to make up my mind on this. . . I mean: France? A boarding school? I've never done anything like that before, I've never stayed away from my house unless I'm with family. . ." She looked down at her lap. This could be her chance to really advance in her studies! And the fact that they had sought her out specifically too! Would she be around more like-minded people?

"It's perfectly understandable if you want some time to think this over but I'm afraid that I'll be needing an answer before the end of the month," Pearl replied. That gave (Y/n) three weeks to make her big decision. The (h/c)-haired student turned to her headmaster.

"I know it's a lot to ask for but could I go home? I want to be somewhere where I can have some clear-headedness to think about this and I'd like to talk to my parents too. It's understandable for you to say no." She requested. The older woman tossed the idea around in her head for a moment.

"I'll have to contact your parents but I'm sure they'll allow you to return home." She smiled as she stood up, everyone else in the room following suit. The receptionist began leading Pearl away. However, the woman in purple paused on the threshold of the door.

"We hope that you'll choose to join us, (Y/n)." And with that said, she was around the corner and out of sight.

"If I may add my thoughts on this," The headmaster spoke up as she began leading (y/n) to her office in order to make a phone call to the student's parents, "I believe this is an excellent opportunity for you, I've seen your grades and your class books and I believe that this school cannot provide the facilities and teachings that you need to further your education. This would be perfect for you."

"I know. . ." (Y/n) began thoughtfully, "It's just the boarding school part that's making me hesitate. I've never been away from my family before." It was true that she was used to solitude but she was used to that in her own household, not in the countryside of another country surrounded by other people her age. She was certainly stuck on the fence. . .

The call was made and she was sent home, hence why she was laying on her bed of lightly coloured pillows and blankets, staring up at her white ceiling.

"This could be the change you want - no! - need! This could be your way to get a change in routine and press yourself to be the best! But it's so far away. . . And? You're not close to your family anyway, it's not like you can't call them for comfort if need be. You're not exactly leaving any friends behind either. . . What if you can make some friends there? If they're looking for people like you perhaps you can get on well with them. This could be the best decision of your life! Or the worst. . . Come on, you get to go to another country and attend an outstanding school! Don't let sentiment hold you back! It's a boarding school, I'm sure you can bring whatever you want to make yourself feel at home. Tell you what: let's do it! Let's go to this school! What have I got to lose? The worst thing that could happen is getting homesick." And so, she reached across the bed for her phone to contact her father who would tell Pearl Attaway that (Y/n) would be attending Vermere Lake.

For the first time in her life, the change she longed for was finally within reach.