#reelers

[fieriframes]

[She drinks cappuccino at Café Flamingo. The scene is hot for a midnight plot. Stretches her feelers at brakers and reelers. The walls close in and the game begins. Computer Theresa, just wait till you see her.]

[reshamandi03]

With new features of ReshaMandi we can track QC parameters and logistics data on OCC for all the procured cocoon lots. This will enable us to provide the best services to our reeler partner.

[waltzinglassy]

Colour of Youth

[justbusterkeaton]

Promotion for The Love Nest and other Buster Keaton two reelers in Moving Picture World 1923

[whitetrashsoul]

[kevinpshanblog]

Unaccustomed As We Are: A Pioneering Moment for Laurel and Hardy

In the annals of comedic cinema, few duos are as beloved as Laurel and Hardy. Their 1929 short film, "Unaccustomed As We Are," not only brought laughter to audiences but also marked a significant milestone in their career—it was their first foray into sound film.

The title itself is a humorous take on the phrase often used in public speaking, "Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking..." which wittily acknowledges the duo's transition from silent film to talkies. The plot revolves around Oliver Hardy bringing his friend Stan Laurel home for dinner, only to find that Mrs. Hardy has had enough of her husband's antics. Her departure sets off a chain of events involving their neighbor, Mrs. Kennedy, and her jealous husband, leading to a series of classic slapstick mishaps.

"Unaccustomed As We Are" is a testament to the duo's comedic genius, showcasing their ability to adapt to the new medium of sound while maintaining the physical comedy that made them stars. The film also served as a learning experience for the Hal Roach studio, which had to navigate the technical challenges of producing a sound film for the first time.

Despite being an experiment in sound, the film ensured that silent-film audiences could still enjoy the action without hearing the dialogue, thanks to its careful inclusion of pantomime and visual gags. This approach demonstrated the duo's commitment to their craft and their audience, making "Unaccustomed As We Are" a beloved classic that still resonates with fans today.

Elmer Raguse was a significant figure in the transition of Laurel and Hardy's films from silent to sound. As a sound engineer at Hal Roach Studios, Raguse played a crucial role in the technical aspects of sound recording and editing for the studio's productions, including the films of the iconic comedic duo.

His work involved managing the challenges that came with the new sound technology, ensuring that the audio quality complemented the visual humor of Laurel and Hardy's films. Raguse's contributions helped maintain the comedic timing and pacing that were essential to the duo's style, even as they adapted to the new medium of sound cinema.

While specific details of his contributions to each film might not be widely documented, it's clear that Elmer Raguse's expertise in sound engineering was vital to the success of Laurel and Hardy's early sound films, helping to preserve the essence of their comedy for audiences to enjoy.

As we look back on this piece of cinematic history, we can't help but appreciate the blend of innovation and humor that Laurel and Hardy brought to the screen. Their legacy continues to influence comedians and filmmakers, proving that true talent can transcend the boundaries of time and technology.

If you're a fan of classic cinema or just in need of a good laugh, this short film is a must-watch. You can find it on various video platforms to experience the magic of Laurel and Hardy's first sound film.

[wizones-movies]

아이즈원(IZ*ONE) - Panorama 교차편집(stage mix)

[alucienasmusic]

IZ*ONE (아이즈원) 'Panorama' MV

[aphrogeneias]

ease your weary mind — one-shot

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x assistant!reader

summary: not a first date, but some firsts of many for this unlikely couple.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: fluff, mild angst (reader overthinks, but eddie reassures her), brief smut (+18).

author's note: this is based on a request by an anon who wanted to know more about their first time and how it went down. i lost the original ask due to a glitch, but i hope they see this <3 thank you for reading.

He'd started kissing you when you'd turned the corner, and didn't stop until you'd reached the hotel lobby.

It was a full house that night, the entire ground floor filled with fans of another band that was also passing through the city that same weekend, loitering around the reception and lounge areas. It was the perfect disguise for you and Eddie as you were returning from your date, the guitarist pulling you by the hand through the crowd and into the elevator.

Not before stopping every few steps to steal a peck from your lips along the way.

Eddie had been smiling the whole evening, his dimples in full display while he listening to you talk about your job, your life, and complained about the bullshit Rick was always putting you through.

You didn't let yourself linger on the thought that it was you making him smile like that — was it, really? Or was it just the fact that he finally had a night off in weeks?

It was the kind of conundrum your mind put itself in since you first started seeing Eddie.

That wasn't your first date, there had been others ever since you'd finally given into his pleas. Sharing room service dinners, sneaking out to go sightseeing in whatever city you found yourselves at, late night talks on rooftops. You tried to keep him at arm’s length, but Eddie Munson had a way of slithering into your life like no other man ever had.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't his charm, but it was more than that. Eddie was patient, gentle — much unlike the stage persona he had cultivated. Despite being loud, and proudly so, he never pushed you too far.

Not even you'd taken this long to let him fully kiss you.

A few dates, months of mutual flirting, weeks of sneaking around. It was only that night, outside the small Italian restaurant not far from the hotel you were staying at, you’d let him kiss you properly for the first time.

Not the small kiss he'd given you backstage when you agreed to go on your first date. Not the various, small kisses he'd stolen when you were distracted, and not the cheek and forehead kisses that made you melt each time they caught you off your guard.

Now, he couldn't stop.

The elevator was almost full when you squeezed yourselves in, and you would be lying if you said you weren't tense. Scared of being recognized, of what would happen when you arrived upstairs, of what would change between you.

From behind you, Eddie rested his head on your taut shoulder, arms enveloping your waist. He whispered under the chatter of the tight space you're in, sensual voice sending a chill down your spine, “Can't wait to get you alone.”

And as he lavished the side of your neck with tiny kisses, you felt like you should feel as giddy as he was, but you felt like there was something about to drop in your stomach, like something was about to go wrong.

When the elevator dinged as it landed on your floor, you were the one who pulled Eddie forward, away from the cramped box you were in. You thought that would make you breathe easier, but it didn't.

Eddie's kisses were a welcome distraction, pulling your body closer, walking you backwards until you hit the nearest wall. His hand came behind your head to cushion the blow, but his mouth never left yours, hungry lips never satisfied.

You couldn't seem to get enough either, even as your mind reeler with second thoughts, your body responded to his, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. His thigh came between your parted ones as his mouth travelled down your jaw, down to your neck, making you whimper into the air.

“Eddie…” you whispered, “I don't think you should be doing this.”

It was a mere trembled thought that had escaped your lips, when your mind got too loud to contain itself.

Slowly, he untangled himself from you, and you already missed him. One of his hands came to the side of your face, the other rested on the wall behind you. He looked worried, and you mentally chastised yourself for making him doubt. “You mean we shouldn't be doing this here or we shouldn't be doing this at all?”

“Both, I think.” You flinched, but not away from his touch. He flinched too, and his brows furrowed, making his eyes appear bigger. “I'm just scared, I think.”

“Scared of what, baby?” Still, Eddie's thumb ran over your cheek, and you felt yourself melt into his hand upon hearing that pet name, “Scared of me?”

“No! Oh, no. Not of you.” You shook your head, and frowned at yourself. 

You were being truthful, it wasn't Eddie you were afraid of. Not gentle, talented, caring Eddie. Not the man who trailblazed through life but treated you like a doll, no — but deep down, ever since he started making eyes at you from across the room, there was one thing you'd been scared of.

Of being used. Of it all being a ploy to get you into his bed, a challenge. That once he'd gotten you, you'd be a story for him to tell his friends, a footnote on his biography, an anecdote he'd love to recall some years from now.

The pretty assistant who played hard to get, but ultimately couldn't resist the Munson charm.

A shaky exhale left your parted lips, but you willed yourself to speak anyway. “Just sacred of this being a one time thing,” your voice was small, and you hates that, “that once you get what you want, you won't even look my way again.”

“Oh. Oh, honey…” Eddie pushed himself impossibly closer, grounding you with his warm body, “You don't have to worry about that.”

“No?”

He chuckled, despite himself. “No. Because once I have you, I'm not letting you go.”

Sighing, you didn't answer right away, but he continued. “You don't have to believe me right now, but I wanna take care of you.” Eddie kissed the corner of your mouth, breathing you in, “Let me take care of you.”

When he kissed you again, you let him — and when he guided you to his room, right opposite yours, you let yourself be carried into his bed, opening your legs to let him rest between the cradle of them, lips worshipping every inch of you.

The sincerity you didn't let yourself see poured through him, through the hands that undressed you reverently, that squeezed and pulled on your curves, that used his fingers to make you grab the sheets under you, losing control of your moans.

Losing track of time when he was inside of you, manhandling you into different positions. Pillows falling to the floor, joining your clothes on the carpet, covered in each other's sweat. Gripping tightly and not letting go.

Not anytime soon.

[reshamandi03]

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[brotherconstant]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1x02 …After The Phantoms of Your Former Self “You'll see, as your powers grow, you can see their thoughts, like a one-reeler almost. Dull, monotonous picture shows. It's a very distracting gift, the petty musings of meat.” “Peel back on me then.”

[justbusterkeaton]

Wait, is this the only Buster short where he doesn’t wear his famous hat?

Buster and his Face in One Week 1920

[whitetrashsoul]

More Reelers. 

[kevinpshanblog]

Happy birthday to Laurel & Hardy‘s perennial nemesis, James Finlayson!

[wizones-movies]

IZ*ONE (아이즈원) 'Panorama' MV

[themorguepoet]

Bhai ab mai kya hi bolun- vrindavan mein na वन dikha na hi वृंदा 🥲 logon ne braj ko tourist zone bana rkha h. Thodi si shaanti milti hai toh sirf banke bihari ke darshan se. Mandiron ke haal khraab stithi mein hain. Pujaari aapko menu card dikhaate mil jaayenge "2100 rupay mein ye wali puja, 3100 mein ye wali pujaa...."

Trees have all been cut, crowd is disorganised and mannerless. Yahaan wahaan kachra phenkne mein sharm nhi aati logon ko. Mor dikhe barsaane mein jahaan comparatively greenery thi thodi. Hariyali bhi vrindavan ke uss jagah mein hai jahaan koi bade mandir nhi. Har koi photo kheenchne mein busy tha even though there was a big board jispe saaf likha tha "photo na kheechein". Log ek dusre ko dhakka maarke aage nikalne ki koshish mein rehte hain. Fake babas offer to do random pujas and say random things like "aapke maathe ki lakeer bata rhi h ki aap par koi sankat aane wala h". My suggestion to anyone planning to go to vrindavan, to avoid getting scammed and blackmailed into spending money out of fear or whatever, just say "ham yahin ke hain" and they lose interest right away.

Dont get me wrong, i love krishna as much as any other desi kid. Criticising the management and people of a religious town doesnt mean i am saying the town itself is inherently bad. Vrindavan needs some serious makeover, more trees, wider streets, cleaner temple surroundings and less encroachment of shops. People also need to learn some manners. Temples are so stampede prone. No one seemed to think twice before pushing people to move ahead. No lines to be seen anywhere. Let it be peaceful. Aisa lag rha tha jaise braj ki aatma govardhan ke neeche ja kar chhup gyi ho. I only saw Banke Bihari and Saneh Bihari. Dono jagah boards to lage the ki photo lena allowed nhi h par koi follow nhi kr rha tha. This kind of breach does not happen in temples like Tirupati Balaji or Rameshwarswamy temples even though they have a comparatively bigger crowd to manage. Vrindavan ke bade mandir were neither children friendly nor old people friendly because of the sheer disorganised dangerous crowding situation. Everyone has a right to go see krishna. Temple management in UP is pretty bad at the moment. It needs to change.

why was I expecting to see a calm village with loads of trees, mud paths and a river flowing by when I entered vrindavan?