#peter pan postcards

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Lost Boys, Tiger Lily and Micheal postcards from the Japan Disney Springs sketches of Never Land postcard book.

[hannahhook7744]

do post cards for Neverland and Camelot heights please ?

Neverland Postcard:

Camelot Heights Postcard:

(Bonus) Encanto Postcard:

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Peter’s Friends postcard by Margaret W Tarrant by totallymystified

[dewpostcards]

Received from Italy.

[dreamy-pill]

In My Brother’s Shadow AU

Anyone had this idea yet?

Stanley Pines is so used to hiding, he ends up personifying and replacing his twin brother’s shadow. Now, he’s either gone-gone or cursed. Stanford doesn’t realize his shadow is his brother until he tries sending out that postcard.

This is heavily inspired from Peter Pan. Can you guess who’s Wendy? For reference, Bill plays the role of Captain Hook.

- Unspecified origins, Stanley is transported halfway across the globe and ends up in Gravity Falls with his brother.

- Obviously, Stanford is so busy with getting his house being built he doesn’t realize his shadow is sentient until he’s apparently confronted with it. It’s the surprise of his life!

- At first he thinks his shadow is an anomaly. Stanford doesn’t begrudge the shadow for occupying in his impression. In fact, he becomes fascinated with it and its’ ambiguous nature. He ends up trying to ask his shadow a bunch of questions.

- Unfortunately, Stanley has to defer from Stanford’s inquiries because he cannot speak. The lack of back and forth communication makes Stanford somewhat falter. So, Stanley resorts to charades or shadow puppetry to answer Ford’s questions. He’s really good at shadow puppets.

- Stanley doesn’t tell Stanford he’s really Stanley.

- For awhile, it was just the two of them. They’d go out in the woods to document research on strange happenings. Stanford would refer to his shadow just by looking where the light hits the trees or the ground. For some reason, his shadow finds great joy in climbing trees.

- Even under the dim light of the kitchen, Ford is never really eating alone when he can see his shadow splayed out on the fridge or counters. It’s funny to think that Stanley will just be goofing off, all silent, while Ford is communicating for him.

- Maybe they make a game of it. Ford will fill the air with a narrative, Stanley will use his “shadow powers” to make interesting and detailed visuals of silhouettes to pop up on the walls.

- Maybe, in all the silence, Stanford yearned for some actual conversation. Stanley thinks his brother’s been alone by himself for too long, even with him as just his shadow. So, Stanford’s shadow (Stanley) is what inevitably convinces Ford to contact Fiddleford again.

Do you know that one scene from Nim’s Island? The scene where the author Alex Rider is about to back away from leaving the house but is pushed out by her imaginary character? I just thought of something similar happening to Ford when he’s somehow convinced by his shadow to call Fiddleford. You’ll have this whole tug-o-war scene between Stanford and his shadow, pulling on the phone chord, both being too stubborn to let it go.

- Fiddleford thinks Ford’s gone off the deep end when he sees him laughing along with his shadow.

- Mystery Trio (semi) established!

- Fiddleford attempts making an awkward one-sided conversations with Stanford’s shadow. Then over time, he becomes used to talking to the shadow, simply because of how exaggerated the shadow will change its shape to relay responses for him. It does get a good laugh out of Fiddleford each time. He considers the shadow a jokester, which is so unlike serious Stanford. That might offend him, but the trio do get a good laugh over it together.

- That little comparison could be the little hint that makes Ford slowly connect the dots, up until the postcard.

- Imagine seeing Stanley waving his arms frantically in the air on the cave walls momentarily before Ford sweeps his gaze to the painting on the wall of Bill, thus ignoring Stanley’s cry for his attention.

- Stanford still reads the inscription on the wall, leading to the winding road that causes Ford to focus more on Bill and drift further away from his shadow.

- Bill is delighted that Stanley is being pushed away.

- Bill gives Stanford the final hint about his shadow’s real identity.

- Stanford crushes the postcard in his hands. He whirls around and stares down at his shadow (maybe Ford gave his shadow a nickname?). The red light from the control room casts a sinister and eerie feeling in the atmosphere. Stanford confronts his shadow about his suspicions.

You know how Peter Pan’s shadow had to be sewn back to him from his feet? What if, instead of Stanford being pushed through the portal, Stanley is ripped away from Stanford. In the actual sense, like Ford loses his shadow and Stanley becomes lost after losing his one connection to who he used to be. Like, Stanley becomes lost in a dark void, endlessly shapeshifting in hopes of finding an impression similar to his original.

- Years later, Ford still has no shadow. He realizes too late that his brother is not who he used to be anymore. Stanley becomes a distressed mass of a conglomeration of forms of all the figures he tried fitting into over the years.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

What’s your take on Vincent’s personal life? From what I’ve gathered he wasn’t greatest husband and father - cheated on wives, neglected children like crazy. I like him as an actor but kinda wish I’ve never dived into research of his personal affairs lol.

He's a human. Humans make mistakes. Of course he had done things in his life that he probably wished he could take back. From what I've heard, he didn't neglect children. I've heard he was a wonderful father. His first wife took his son Barrett to live with her, so he only got visitation. But he loved him. The letters to Mary early in their marriage shows how much he cared about his son.

He did have sexual trysts with men throughout his marriages. It was a day and age when gay, bi, etc., had to sneak around and do that. Doesn't mean he's a bad person. He was finding who he was. I'm sure he loved his wives. I'm positive he did. But he had to do what he had to do. He was bisexual, after all. Which makes him even sexier in my book.

Victoria, his daughter, has said on MANY MANY MANY occasions that she loved her parents and she is so thankful that she had the two parents she had (Vincent and Mary). The many pictures I've seen, and from all I've heard, Vincent loved his daughter with everything in him. He sent postcards, money, etc.

Also, his job called on him to go here, there, everywhere to film movies, TV shows, etc. of course, you can't always take your kid to work. Not on a movie set, anyway.

She did get to see him live as Peter Pan though. She was two years old and her mom took her to see him as captain hook. She became scared. Seeing her father with a hook as a hand, and scaring little kids on stage was too much for her, bless her, and she began to cry.

Her mom took her backstage to see that her dad was still her dad. He kissed her boo boo away and she went from tears to smiling. That doesn't sound like neglect. To me, anyway.

As far as cheating, he did cheat. But then again, the number or people who cheat on a daily basis, are a dime a dozen. Is it right? No. But do people make mistakes? Yes. He did end up divorcing Mary after he met coral, but I did hear from his daughter that he and Mary were still close friends. He sent her post cards, called her, and even bought her her favorite perfume (Joy) every single year until shortly before his death when he could no longer do so. According to his daughter, Victoria, it wasn't always easy for them to remain friends, because of Coral.

He's a celebrity. A human being. So, his personal life sounds like any personal life to me. Shit happens. Even to celebrities of his calibre. And he's still alright with me. :)

PS. Here's some of my favorite photos of he and his daughter. Doesn't look like neglect to me...

[vintagelasvegas]

Peter Pan Motel, 110 N 13th St, Las Vegas.

Opened in '63, demolished 2023. Postcard photo: Frank Parker, 2971 S. Clyde St, Las Vegas. 2023 photo by Mike Stone.

[keyishacolecat]

do you have any book recommendations? pls i need lots 💙💙

this is such a loaded question friend. but lucky for u, i am procrastinating assignments, my take out has yet to arrive, and i just finished another book!

horror fic has been my choice for the last several books

the centre by ayesha manazir siddiqi is about a young Pakistani woman living in the UK. she's a translator for Urduru films. language and translation are central to this book. people are becoming fluent in a matter of weeks in complex languages.... the centre is gorgeous if not entirely mysterious, magical even. but whats the catch?? beautifully written. vivid details. anisa is a flawed, honest, and genuine feeling mc, as are the people in her life. i just finished it a couple hours ago n i miss my girls.

slewfoot by brom is set in 17th century Connecticut. our protag, Abitha, is not from this town but she does he best to adhere to the Puritan standards, if not for her well being, than that of her husband's. something stirs in the outskirts of the village, in the forest and beyond. she finds help from an unlikely source while also fostering a deep inner power of her own. these characters felt so well thought out, the writing is magnetic and the action is well paced. it puts so many preconceived notions right on their head. i loved this book and can't wait to read brom's other novel, the child thief, a retelling of peter pan and the lost boys!

sister, maiden, monster by lucy a. synder was oh so gay and oh so cosmically horrendous. this is like h.p. lovecraft wasn't a weird racist. this is like if biblically accurate angels were once just women in love. this is horrifying, visceral, and relevant to our COVID world. i was gawking at so many of the details. there are so many monster themes actually, it's perfect. the story is told through 3 povs of 3 different women. and we love women! and horror! i didn't expect to pick this one up but I'm so glad i did.

mary: an awakening of terror by nat cassidy do u know what it's like to be virtually invisible? forgotten? disaffected? do u know the pure joy of having a precious collection, adding to it over time, and it being almost ur only reason for living anymore?? then you're a lot like mary. and mary is a lot like plenty of women who get the chance to live beyond adolescence, who are cast out by society-- deemed invaluable. mary is utterly lost at a time in her life she feels she should have it all figured out. she goes back to her hometown, an ambiguous small town in the middle of the desert, and some unlikely characters help her piece things back together. i finished this book feeling so close to mary. we are friends now. there is mystique, horror, fables, myths, bad guys, mysterious architecture, and well mary is not the most reliable narrator. loved this one too.

the last house on needless street by catriona ward i had no idea where this book was going and i loved piecing the narrative together through several characters and their povs. it forces u to confront ur own biases regarding mental health. u are sympathetic to the characters in the most painful, heart wrenching ways. there is murder. there is mystery. there is missing children. there are cats. this book surprised me and it was fun to have to find a couple reddit threads to be sure i was understanding the story correctly. i felt like i read this kind of fast! which is always fun too.

brother by ania ahlborn this one pissed me off a bit. but in a good way because i was so deeply invested. this one is set in Appalachia. i'm not one for stereotypes, especially bc i think Appalachians have a bad rep and it's of no fault of their own. that being said, the insular feel of the book and the absolute claustrophobia those mountains create in this story were like a character in it of itself. our protag, michael, knows there's something beyond. he's seen them on colorful postcards. but his own mind and his own heart seem utterly trapped here. this one is heartbreaking. it's horrifying. and it'll make u dizzy from the amount of times u change ur mind. excited to read her other novel, Seed, because this one stuck with me so much!

a couple honorable mentions that fit the theme:

the vegetarian by han kang korean food. infidelity. art. nightmares. inexplicable mindfucks! this story was scary because it felt very.. possible? no monsters this time. no spells. just... the mind deteriorating. could happen to any of us.

a certain hunger by chelsea g. summers what if girlbossing is just a quick pivot from sociopathy?? what if the crimes are so much more gratifying than say, fame or fortune or even love?? women can be sociopaths too, you know!! this one is fun bc the protag is crazy and it's fun to slip into these characters. cathartic even. omg did i mention, she's a foodie too! just like me :-)

[retromouseketeer]

Postcard caption: 12 Colorful Scenes From Fantasyland Disneyland Walt Disney’s Magic Kingdom Price 15 cents

Interior caption: Here as you cross over the ancient drawbridge of Sleeping Beauty's Castle you enter into a timeless world of imagination. Truly a magic land of wonders and excitement for the young and young-in-heart of all ages. It is here you'll become a part of the Peter Pan story, flee with Snow White from the Wicked Witch, enter the wonderful world of Alice in Wonderland. You'll soar aloft with Dumbo, the flying elephant… ride with Casey Jr., "the little train that can," as he huffs and puffs up Impossible Hill. In Storybook Land you'll cruise in Canal Boats, gliding past Cinderella's dream castle, Pinocchio's Village, the Three Little Pigs and see many other enchanting scenes from Walt Disney's film fantasies. All these and many more make up the world of Fantasyland.

[zomkenski]

S.S Scurvy

I am built from wood not stone.

I am created to sink, yet cursed to roam.

The waves collide,

The mermaids taunt and call.

The sailors sway, then tumble and fall.

The captain yells and the bells won't ring.

The barnacles bite, the parasites cling.

My figurehead shares my weep.

She hates the sirens, they tease and sting.

My wailing women-built to sing.

It’s fun to be, forever at sea.

Yet the sights, they bore me.

The stars are dim, the waves feel harsh, winds hollowing,

and yet so far.

The captains ship, I’m not my own.

My only friend, I want to carry her home.

Though the sailors come and go, they meet their end.

They all get their stories closed.

Always with scurvy, never truly alone.

Never on a mountain,

Never on land,

Never send a postcard,

Never see my dad.

Tales of Pinocchio, Tales of Peter Pan.

I am never lost at sea,

Just never where I want to be.

My hull aches.

My beams grow brittle.

The women will cheer, we will be fragile.

Waterlogged, the wind will whistle.

Soon to find peace, bells of isle shall circle.

I will go to the places from my dream. My stories. My acquittal.

When we sink and when we fly.

My sails will open, my flags will raise high.

We will be buried in heaven, or perhaps on sand.

We shall smell the lemons, the fruits, the hearts of the dammed.

Scurvy is cured in the treasured neverland.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

To the AO3 hackers I say this:

Smut!

Give me smut and nothing but!

A dirty novel I can′t shut

If it's uncut And unsubt- le

I′ve never quibbled If it was ribald

I would devour

where others merely nibbled

As the judge remarked

the day that he

Acquitted my Aunt Hortense

"To be smut It must be ut- Terly without redeeming social importance."

Por- Nographic pictures I adore

Indecent magazines galore

I like them more If they're hard core

(Bring on the obscene movies,

murals, postcards, neckties

Samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!

More, more, I′m still not satisfied!)

Stories of tortures

Used by debauchers

Lurid, licentious, and vile

Make me smile

Novels that pander

To my taste for candor

Give me a pleasure sublime

(Let's face it, I love slime.)

All books can be indecent books

Though recent books are bolder

For filth (I′m glad to say) is in

The mind of the beholder

When correctly viewed

Everything is lewd

(I could tell you things about Peter Pan And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)

I thrill To any book like Fanny Hill

And I suppose I always will If it is swill And really fil Thy

Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?

I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley

But now they′re trying to take it all

Away from us unless

We take a stand, and hand in hand

We fight for freedom of the press

In other words Smut! (I love it)

Ah, the adventures of a slut

Oh, I′m a market they can't glut

I don′t know what

Compares with smut

Hip hip hooray!

Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!

Don′t let them take it away!

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Tinker Bell and Peter Pan postcards from the Japan Disney Springs sketches of Never Land postcard book.

Wendy didn’t get a postcard, Tink Won. #StupidWendyBird

I think I’m the only Pink shipper in existence 😭

[jessesthesis]

Tacita Dean, Ship of Death, 2001

SUMMARY

Ship of Death belongs to a portfolio of twenty black and white photogravures with etching collectively entitled The Russian Ending. The portfolio was printed by Niels Borch Jensen, Copenhagen and published by Peter Blum Editions, New York in an edition of thirty-five; Tate’s copy is the fifth of ten artist’s proofs. Each image in the portfolio is derived from a postcard collected by the artist in her visits to European flea markets. Most of the images depict accidents and disasters, both man-made and natural. Superimposed on each image are white handwritten notes in the style of film directions with instructions for lighting, sound and camera movements, suggesting that the each picture is the working note for a film. The title of the series is taken from a convention in the early years of the Danish film industry when each film was produced in two versions, one with a happy ending for the American market, the other with a tragic ending for Russian audiences. Dean’s interventions encourage viewers to formulate narratives leading up to the tragic denouements in the prints, engaging and implicating the audience in the creative process. Dean’s interest in narrative and the mechanisms of the film industry are also evident in her other work. Her installation Foley Artist, 1996 (Tate T07870) depicts cinematic sound engineers recording acoustic effects for a short soundtrack. The Roaring Forties: Seven Boards in Seven Days, 1997 (Tate T07613) is a series of chalkboard drawings that use the conventions of the filmic storyboard to suggest dramatic events taking place in tempestuous waters of the southern Atlantic Ocean. The Uncles, 2004 (collection of the artist) is a film about the artist’s own family connections to the first two Chief Executives of Ealing Studios, Basil Dean (1888-1978; Chief Executive 1931-37) and Michael Balcon (1896-1977; Chief Executive 1937-59). The grainy black and white source image for Ship of Death shows a waterlogged boat in a stormy sea. Water cascades over the sides of the vessel, and the violent pitch of the waves has rendered the mast a dark blur. In its impressionistic depiction of a tempestuous seascape the photograph recalls the work of Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775-1851; see A Disaster at Sea, circa 1835, Tate N00558). The image also relates to Dean’s own fascination with adventures and misadventures at sea (see Disappearance at Sea, 1996, Tate T07455). Dean’s notations superimposed on the found image emphasise the fiction that the picture is the still from a film. At the top left corner are the words ‘last scene’ and the work’s title. A shrouded figure is highlighted with the legend ‘ferryman’. ‘Slow movement’ suggests a long camera pan across the scene. The bottom right corner includes more allusive references to the image. The water is labeled ‘Styx’ and an arrow pointing off towards the right bearing the words ‘exit’ and ‘Hades’ suggests the ship’s descent to the underworld. The phrases ‘bye bye’, ‘it’s over’, ‘whence they say that no man ever returns’ and ‘end’ reinforce the finality of the ship’s fate.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 (jazelle's version)

🦇 thank you to everyone who tagged me in this fun challenge!

🦇 I know my post schedule has been off a bit. I have a TON of content planned for the month, but I'm missing photos, hence the delays.

❓ 𝘲𝘰𝘵𝘥: do we share any of the same favorites?

🦇 here are just a few of my favorite things! 💜 tv show: Buffy, Charmed, Lost Girl, Ted Lasso, TOH 💜 season: autumn 💜 color: purple & black 💜 character: Scheherazade 💜 book: Arabian Nights 💜 hobby: poetry writing (@mywordsarewings) 💜 place: California 💜 movie: Peter Pan (2003), Bottoms (2023) 💜 song: Love Through Postcards - The Scene Aesthetic

[oftimeslostlongago]

welcome to london, NEAL CASSIDY! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like MICHAEL RAYMOND JAMES? well, no matter, we hear that you are 35 and working as a BARTENDER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from ONCE UPON A TIME and have a tendency to be EMPATHATIC as well as DECEATFUL.

Once upon a time, Baelfire was living a normal life. As normal as it could be when your grandparents were Peter Pan and the Black Fairy. But he hadn't known that at the time. His village had seemed safe and quiet enough, and this his mother ran off with a pirate, though his father told him that she was killed. As he got older, boys were being recruited to fight in the ogre war. It led to his father becoming The Dark One, protecting him from being taken. But it led to new problems, and eventually Baelfire went to the Blue Fairy and got a seed to take them to a world without magic. But when the portal opened, his father stayed, and Baelfire fell alone, eventually ending up in Neverland. It was there he met Hook, and though he spent a happy time on the boat, he soon realised that Hook had lied to him about his mother and so went to land. For 200 years he was stuck under Pan's rule, before he escaped.

When Neal met Emma, he wasn't expecting to fall in love, but that was exactly what happened. Then August arrived, telling him the truth about who Emma was and her destiny. Realising he had to let her go, he went along with August's plan, on the condition he give her the money and the car. He heard nothing until a postcard arrived confirming the curse was broken. He still stayed away until Emma, his father, and Henry showed up. That was how he learnt he had a son. Guilt taking over that he had somehow been worse than his father, he'd been an absent father. Eventually he agreed to return to Storybrooke, but it was an action that would lead to his death, sacrificing himself to save the people he loved.

Then Neal woke up in London. He'd been there once before but that was centuries ago. He has his memories, and just wants to get back to his family.

[valarhalla]

Is no one going to mention the time he wrote the official ao3 themesong?

"Smut! Give me smut and nothing but! A dirty novel I can't shut If it's uncut And unsubt-le

I've never quibbled If it was ribald. I would devour Where others merely nibbled.

As the judge remarked the day that he acquitted my Aunt Hortense, "To be smut It must be ut- Terly without redeeming social importance."

Por Nographic pictures I adore Indecent magazines galore I like them more If they're hardcore

Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties, samplers, stained Glass windows, tattoos, anything! More, more, I'm still not satisfied!

Stories of tortures Used by debauchers Lurid, licentious and vile Make me smile

Novels that pander To my taste for candor Give me a pleasure sublime Let's face it I love slime!

Old books can be indecent books Though recent books are bolder For filth, I'm glad to say Is in the mind of the beholder

When correctly viewed Everything is lewd I could tell you things about Peter Pan And the Wizard of Oz - there's a dirty old man!

I thrill To any book like Fanny Hill And I suppose I always will If it is swill And really fil-thy

Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately? I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley But now they're trying to take it all away from us unless We take a stand, and hand in hand we fight for freedom of the press

In other words: Smut! I love it Ah, the adventures of a slut Oh, I'm a market they can't glut I don't know what Compares with smut Hip, hip, hooray! Let's hear it for the Supreme Court! Don't let them take it away!"

I cannot overstate how much I love Tom Lehrer's story. It sounds so fake but is entirely real.

He's a goddamn genius- he started studying mathematics at Harvard when he was 15 and graduated magna cum laude. He worked at Los Alamos for a few years before being drafted and working for the NSA, where he claims to have invented jello shots to get around alcohol bans.

He then went back to Harvard for a couple years before starting to teach political science at MIT.

Through all of that, he was writing and performing both some of the funniest shit you'll ever hear (Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, Masochism Tango) and absolutely scathing political satire (Who's Next, Wernher von Braun, Send the Marines). Until the mid/late 60s counterculture gained momentum. He didn't like their aesthetic, so he stopped making music.

Shortly after, he moved to California and started teaching math and musical theater history at the UC Santa Cruz for the next 30 years.

I don't know if non-Californians understand just how goddamn funny that is. It's where stoners and math (and now computer science) kids who couldn't get into Berkeley go. Leaving Harvard/MIT for UCSC is peak academic phoning it in. And by all accounts he had a blast.

Plus the whole putting all of his music in the public domain thing. That fucked.