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chatnoir0163 · 1 day ago
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Plaisir d'amour, bu filmin -The Heiress (Miras)- ana temasını oluşturan ünlü şarkıdır. Filmdeki kadın kahramanımız Catherine'nin hayatı da tıpkı şarkının sözlerindeki gibi gelişir ve bu yönde değişir: "Aşkın tadı bir an, sürer acısı ömür boyu"... Hoş, zaten o günlerin tadı gibi aşkları da günümüzde hiç yok ya, burası da ayrı...
Filmden ve filmin final sahnesinden bugünler ve bugünler sonrası için bile çıkartılacak çok önemli ve ibretlik dersler vardır.
Fotoğraf: Olivia de Havilland ve Final Sahnesi.
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slayerbuffy · 10 months ago
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The Heiress 1949 | dir. William Wyler
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classicfilmsource · 1 year ago
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Father won't abuse you, he doesn't know you well enough. The Heiress (1949) dir. William Wyler
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hayscodeviolation · 1 year ago
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THE HEIRESS (1949) dir. William Wyler
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cinemaspast · 2 years ago
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#my dating life
THE HEIRESS (1949) directed by William Wyler
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orlaite · 8 months ago
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THE HEIRESS (1949) dir. William Wyler
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smileyjart · 3 months ago
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So I've been doodling some more, the heiress lives rent free in my mind, so have some of her and her father (bonus Cleo working at the golf course as a punishment for spending Craig's company funds on designer bags)
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citizenscreen · 6 months ago
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Basil Rathbone and Wendy Hiller in the 1947 Jed Harris production of “The Heiress” photographed by Erwin Blumenfeld for Vogue in 1947
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sesiondemadrugada · 1 year ago
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The Heiress (William Wyler, 1949).
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sacredwhores · 1 year ago
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Márta Mészáros - The Inheritance (1980)
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majordomo-haldir · 11 days ago
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From a young age, the Majordomo had been rigorously trained to suppress his emotions in service to his House. There was no room for weakness—no room for even the smallest crack in the foundation of his discipline. To falter, even for a moment, would mean collapse.
Yet now, as Haldir pressed a trembling hand to his chest, he felt that foundation tremble beneath him. His breath came unevenly, his eyes wide with the weight of what he had seen. The moment replayed in his mind, over and over:
Lady B’andtherion had reached her emotional breaking point. She sought solace, peace—and Haldir, ever the devoted steward, had guided her toward it. Within the estate’s meditation pool, he led her into the depths of her mind, into the void of tranquillity where she could drift free of burdens. Yet he had not simply shown her the way; he had shaped it, using his talents to steady her course. And from the recesses of her consciousness, he had watched as she stood at the precipice of peace.
Then, something changed.
The space she occupied was timeless, a realm suspended between inhalation and exhalation. She drifted among stars of her own making, serene. But then, the stars moved—not at her will, nor at Haldir’s. Something else was there. Something watching.
The constellations twisted, aligning into the shape of a rose, its petals unfurling with an eerie glow. It did not seek the Heiress. It sought him.
A force pulled at Haldir, tethering him to her presence. His gaze snapped to the Lady—and what he saw sent ice through his veins.
She smiled. But it was not her smile.
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Her neck then wrenched violently to the side. Crimson tears streaked her cheeks. Her decaying hand fell upon his shoulder, trapping him in place as her flesh withered, peeling back to reveal bone and marrow. Her mouth opened—
And she screamed.
Then, he blinked.
Lady B’andtherion stood before him, watching with innocent curiosity. The hand on his shoulder had never been there. The horror he had witnessed was his alone. But it was no trick of the mind, no fleeting hallucination. No, something dark had taken root within her. And what unnerved him most was that she did not know.
The message was for him. A taunt. A warning.
The vision lingered as he sat within his private chambers, hands clasped, mind racing. He was, like the Patriarch, a master of strategy—yet every path forward seemed blocked by an unseen hand. Until, finally, an idea struck. One that required stepping beyond convention.
He moved to his desk, took up quill and parchment, and penned a missive. Once sealed, he entrusted it to a handmaid, ensuring it would travel through unseen channels.
Now, he walked through the thickets of Eversong, his heavy coat shielding him from the damp undergrowth. He far preferred the estate’s pristine halls, but desperation led his steps.
For minutes, he wound his way through the tangled brush, moving with purpose yet appearing aimless—until he reached a clearing. Shadows stretched long from the surrounding trees, concealing all but the vaguest shapes.
A voice broke the silence.
“I got your letter.”
A figure stepped from the shadows, the hood of his cloak falling back to reveal a face Haldir knew all too well.
“Lord Dae’lish.”
Haldir bowed, acknowledging the Demon Hunter. Kal’ren Dae’lish inclined his head in return, but his expression was tense, concerned. “Your missive sounded urgent.”
It was.
Haldir folded his hands before him, his gaze unwavering. “Always, we have broken bread over a common goal—the safety of Lady B’andtherion. Your... unconventional methods have served this House well, and the Patriarch has tolerated them if nothing else.” A deliberate pause, the weight of the Patriarch’s restrained disapproval lingering in the air.
Kal’ren’s eyes narrowed. They had met before to discuss the Heiress, to ensure her safety—even from herself. But this was different. Something was wrong.
“I come to you now without the knowledge of my Patriarch or any member of House B’andtherion,” Haldir admitted, his voice grave. “Because what I have to say will not be received well.” He took a measured breath. “Something dark has taken root within Lady B’andtherion. I do not know what it is, only that it carries a power beyond my understanding—vast, and wholly corrupt.”
He stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “I need you to watch her. Closer than before. Until I understand what lingers within her.”
Kal’ren furrowed his brow, his thoughts heavy with skepticism. But Haldir did not lie. Not about this.
“How?” he asked at last "How do you know what has befelled her?"
“The how is unimportant,” Haldir deflected. “I know you keep your distance for your own reasons, but I implore you—seek her side. By any means necessary. Keep her safe. Keep her unaware.”
He placed a steady hand on Kal’ren’s shoulder. “Can you do this?
The Hunter hesitated. Haldir was being more secretive than ever. Had it been anyone else, Kal’ren would have dismissed them outright. But this was Haldir, a man who did not break, did not waver.
And now, he looked shaken.
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Kal’ren exhaled slowly, nodding. “Alright.” His hand rose, offering the Majordomo a brief, reassuring pat. “I’ve… already been pushed toward this course. Seems fate won’t let me refuse. I will do as you ask.”
Haldir inclined his head. “Your acceptance is beyond appreciated, my Lord.”
Then, straightening his cloak, he turned. “I must return to the estate and determine the next steps. And…” He met Kal’ren’s gaze, his expression resolute. “Say nothing of this. Not to her father. Not to her brother. Not to anyone. This must remain contained until I understand what we are facing.”
Without waiting for a reply, Haldir gave a final bow and strode back toward the B’andtherion household.
Kal’ren remained still, watching him go.
Only when the Majordomo was gone did the Hunter close his eyes and steady his breath. Then, with measured steps, he turned toward Silvermoon—toward Kel’zthalas’ home.
Toward whatever awaited them both.
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@kelzthalasbandtherion @kalren-daelish
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emmybrown · 2 years ago
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Olivia de Havilland in The Heiress (1949)
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the-cricket-chirps · 1 year ago
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Marchesa Luisa Casati, 1881–1957
Italian patron of the arts & muse
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wobyooby · 2 months ago
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doing my part for the tiny escape the night community,
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a 2023 piece! so not as old but still not recent
sierra and tim! kitty verison of course because i REFUSE to draw people. I loved their small bit in the mannequins episode and wish they had spent more time hanging out,,
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orlaite · 1 year ago
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THE HEIRESS (1949) | dir. William Wyler
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smileyjart · 5 months ago
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OK hear me out... What if....
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The CEO had a bratty daughter...
So new oc idea, this is Cleo Oilcan, daughter to Craig Oilcan, and goes by the title The Heiress. Spoilt brat and woukd fit in with the plastics of the movie mean girls, but if she's your friend she will burn cities down if someone upset you.
So yeah that's a thing I guess.
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