Natalie Wood pinning up photos of her late co-star James Dean on her vanity mirror, 1955.
Portrait of a lady on fire // Daniel Lavery // A-chilleus // James Dean, Sal Mineo & Natalie Wood // Nancy Garden
Can we talk about how Lexa stepped aside and let Clarke make her own decision regarding Emerson?
Even when Lexa CLEARLY disagreed with Clarke’s initial decision, she never brought her down, she never told her to shut up, she never told her she was wrong.
She gave her suggestions, but she went with it.. even offering Clarke to use her dagger. She unconditionally supported her whether or not she agreed with it. Because she knew.
She knew Clarke would make the right choice and Clarke did not need her or anyone to realize that.
Can we fucking talk about how PROUD Lexa was when Clarke pulled through?
She knew her that well. Leader to Leader.
That’s the fucking love that needs to be on TV more often.
Clexa was it.
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MOTHER OF GOD
ARE YOU FUCKIN
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OH GOD ITS BACK
DEAR GOD THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TUMBLR POSTS IN EXISTENCE.
YOU THINK JUST THE NOISE IS FUNNY AND FITS WITH THE GIF REALLY WELL
BUT THEN
THEN
THE LYRICS START
seriously i have almost crashed my car into a telephone pole, becuase I suddenly thought of this post and started laughing uncontrollably
“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”
— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
Natalie Wood and James Dean on the set of Rebel Without a Cause (1955)
Natasha: so what are your abilities
Y/n: well, my hair is shiny, my teeth are perfect, and I-
Tony: she killed a man by ripping him into two halves, hotdog style.
Thinking about how popular Wandavision is and what it has that people have been begging for
- Bright and colourful instead of dark and washed out but still very atmospheric
- Actual conversations
- Plot driven by characters and not just a sequence of Things Happening
- Progressions that can be predicted but are still exciting at the reveal, avoiding the far too common Subversive For The Drama approach
- Villains with some pizzazz for once
I’m wishing new homes and apartments on everyone that sees this post!!! It’s already yours!! CLAIM IT 🧿🧿🧿
She saved me - VILLANELLE
Villanelle x OC!Female
Trigger warning: Drunk, passing out, men surrounding vulnerable woman (safe to read, nothing violent occurs).
Hope you enjoy!
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The blonde assassin sat in her expensive blue and red floral dress, watching the crowds gather around the man playing guitar outside of the French bakery.
Villanelle siped her coffee and took a verocious bite out of the circular pastry. “Ugh.” She spat it out onto the plate just as a waiter walked by.
“Is everything alright, Mademoiselle?” The twenty-something year old waiter asked with a thick French accent, looking down at the chewed, spit covered pastry lumped onto her plate.
Villanelle looked up at him in disgust. “That was cinnamon.”
“Yes, our cinnamon swirls are made with the finest cinnamon in-“
“I hate cinnamon.” Villanelle interrupted, picking up her boutique shopping bags and storming off in a huff.
Villanelle headed down a dark alleyway, a short cut to her hotel. As the alley lit up and exposed the street at the other end, Villanelle turned the corner. Immodestly, she collided with a stranger, her bags flying into the air and landing a few feet away.
“Perfect.” She whispered to herself, feeling a cold liquid drip down her front, and her damp clothes stick to her. Her hand was in her pocket, ready to take out her small blade, then the stranger pulled herself up from the ground.
“Oh, my god. I am so sorry!” The young woman pulled herself up from the wall and held a lidless coffee cup in hand.
Villanelle frowned, there was wine on her dress but the women was holding a coffee cup. She watched the stranger stumble and realised it took her a while to get up. And she was awfully quiet on impact. Villanelle left the blade where it was and began gathering her clothes, deciding that it wasn’t worth it.
As she stuffed her brown Gucci scarf into her bag, Villanelle saw the women attempt to help, she reached down to pick up a bag and stumbled. Falling back down onto the pavement. “Sorry, M’not help. Three heels. Drain.”
Villanelle looked over at the two heels on the drain and rolled her eyes. She picked them up and began heading on her way, leaving behind the drunken state that ruined her sweater.
But as she walked across the street, she saw three young men head towards the alley way. She heard whistling and yelling and couldn’t help but take a closer look. There was something in her gut telling her to go back, to check on the intoxicated woman.
Villanelle has barely crossed the street when she saw the men gather around, kneeling on the ground. “Hey! Hey! Get away from her!” She yelled, dropping her bags and raving down the alley. Immediately the men took off, realising that her yelling would draw attention.
Pressing her fingers to the woman’s neck, She sighed when she felt a slow and steady pulse. “Shit.” She cursed.
The taxi driver helped Villanelle carry the women into her hotel lobby where the security approached. Villanelle turned to the taxi driver and handed him a tip. “Thank you so much for your help. Stacey just can’t handle her French wines.” She out on her poshest English accent and the man chuckled before leaving. The hotel security guard overheard her and guided her to the elevator.
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She opened her eyes and her vision was blurred. She blinked a few times before her eyes focused on the window just across from her. The night sky was lit up with stars and the Eiffel Tower a bright yellow glow, against a navy background.
She sat up and realised that she wasn’t in her hotel room. This one is far fancier. Had she gotten that drunk at lunch?
“Harriet?” She called, hoping that her best friend that she was on vacation with would answer. Instead, she was met with silence. Throwing her legs over the end of the bed, she found her legs clad in pink silk pyjamas. She looked down as saw her top half matched. She lifted her left arm and found the letter ‘V’ sewn into the wrist with champagne coloured thread.
She frowned and stood up, feeling like she had a bookcase on her head she nearly fainted. She groaned feeling the dreaded hangover take over, but nevertheless, she wandered out of the bedroom.
“Harriet?” She asked, stepping into the hall. She looked up from the ground and saw a grand living room spread out in front of her. Crisp white walls and gold accents. A huge flat screen tv and grey velvet sofas. The place was a palace.
“Who’s suite am I in?” She whispered to herself. “Oh my god!” She clasped a hand over her mouth as she realised that in her drunken state, she might have hooked up with someone.
The door to her left opened and a tall, tan blonde woman walked out, wearing a white bathrobe and fluffy white slippers. “You’re awake.” She smiled.
“Hi. I. I don’t. I don’t know what’s happening.” She stuttered, feeling anxious, scared and vulnerable all at the same time.
“What’s your name?” The blonde asked, padding over to the sofa in her soft slippers.
“Florence.” The girl’s voice faltered as she spoke, her throat croaky and dry.
“Florence.” The woman nodded. “Sit down, I’ll get you some water.”
The woman wondered into the kitchen while Florence slowly walked into the living room. The room was square with two grey double doors on the right hand side. On the left hand side was one grey door for the bathroom, and opposite the hallway she had just walked out of was a fireplace with a large tv. In the middle of the room was a white fluffy rug on top of the marble floor. Two sofas opposite each other with a glass table in between. It was lavish and expensive, it smells of fresh roses and coffee and the only sound audible being the traffic of cars outside.
Florence sank into the unbelievably soft sofa as the stranger walked in from the kitchen, two bottles of water in hand. She placed them on the table and took one for herself, gesturing for Florence to take one.
Usually, she wouldn’t take from strangers. However her mouth and throat felt like sandpaper. She removed the security seal and unscrewed the lid. The cold water felt heavenly against tongue and the relief on her throat was orgasmic. “Thank you.” She breathed as she finished the bottle.
The woman nodded with an amused smile. “You’re welcome.”
Florence noted the Russian accent and felt even more foreign. “I’m sorry but do you know how I got here?”
The woman nodded. “You barged into me in town. Spilled wine all over my expensive dress and passed out in the alley. Men tried to bother you so I brought you here.”
Florence felt sick from the information being spat at her. “Crap, crap. I am so stupid. I’m so sorry. Please, send me your dry cleaning bill, I’ll fix it for you. Or buy you a new one.”
“It was by The Vampire’s Wife.” The women stated dryly.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” Florence nodded confidently. “I’ll call the boutique, please tell me what was the name of the piece I trashed?”
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Villanelle frowned. She expected this woman to be nothing more than cheap trash and yet, here she was offering to purchase a one thousand dollar dress? Now the assassin was intrigued, even more so than she was.
“Forget it. But please, let me ask you some questions.”
Florence nodded and Villanelle sat up, twisting the towel from her head and letting her freshly washed hair drip onto her bathrobe to dry naturally.
“Where are you from and what are you doing here?”
“I’m from London but I’m on vacation here with friends. It’s my birthday tomorrow so.” The woman shrugged.
“How old are you tomorrow?” V asked, wondering if she had accidentally kidnapped a minor.
“I’ll be 24.”
Villanelle sighed in relief. “And what’s your job?”
“I’m a writer. You?”
Villanelle chuckled. “I’m a perfume designer.”
“Aw that’s so cool!” Florence exclaimed excitedly, a big fan of perfume and all things girly. “Can I ask you some questions?”
Villanelle nods, she supposed that was fair.
“What’s your name? And why did you help me?” Florence’s mind was going a hundred miles a minute. She felt ill, and wasn’t sure if she should be leaving and trying to find Harriet, or if she should take this woman out and buy her a replacement sweater. And pyjamas, since she was now dressed in hers. Either way, she needed answers.
“Villanelle. And I felt bad for you.” Villanelle shrugged.
Florence’s face lit up with a smile and chuckled at how blunt Villanelle was. “You don’t sugar coat it do you.”
Villanelle shrugged, feeling comfortable around this stranger. “Sugar coatting is for babies. Are you baby?”
“I could be.” Florence joked.
Villanelle’s eyes widened before Florence shook her head and and said, “I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. I should leave.”
Florence stood up and looked around. Villanelle stood up too, and watched her move.
“Do you have my phone?” Florence asked. “Did I have it when I stumbled into you?”
Villanelle shook her head and shrugged. “You came with a coffee cup.“
“Can I borrow your phone please? I just need to call my friend and let her know I’m safe.”
With that sentence, Villanelle’s eyes darkened. She slowly walked towards the girl, smirking evilly as her hand reached into her pocket.
Florence’s heart quickened as Villanelle stalked towards her. Florence took a step back and gulped. “I am safe right?”
Villanelle’s smirk dropped and she began laughing wickedly. “Hahaha! I got you! Haha I scared you didn’t I? Hahaha”
Florence’s shoulders dropped and her heart sank. “Oh..my god. Oh my god. You totally had me there.”
Villanelle took her phone out of her pocket and brought up the number pad. “Here. Call your friend.”
“Thank you so much.” Florence gratefully took hold of the phone, but Villanelle didn’t let go.
“By the way,” Villanelle started, leaning in closer to Florence’s face. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now, baby.”
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
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scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
- She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
- Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
- I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
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Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
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☝🏾😂
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Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
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Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
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idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
2 million people aren’t wrong
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Zeroni sounds like a fancy kind of pasta :’) im so sorry
Ooc/ I love this book and movie so much oh my god
This post was liked when it appeared on my dash, so I know I’ve reblogged, but I’m not about to mess with her!
Also, these poor youths who have no idea 😭
Anonymous asked:
I was so angry after I watched it the first time.... exhausted of unhappy endings with women romances. But it’s been over a month and I’ve been so excited to watch it again when I saw it was on Hulu. I’ve thought about the ending ever since the first time. I understand it now. I am not afraid to watch it again and be so upset as I was. I think it’s beautiful to be able to return to a film after thinking about it for so long and being upset, and now see how incredible every part of it is.
Although I understand the sentiment of not wanting to watch any more unhappy endings for wlw in media (I don’t share it but I 100% get it), I’m so glad you went back on your original opinion and changed your mind, so first things first, thank you for that and for telling me, it really makes me happy ❤️
I also think it’s always important to take the context into consideration. Judging a movie by “do they/do they not get together at the end?” is extremely reductive, especially for a movie like Portrait. You have to consider why it ends the way it does. Are they going for a sad ending just for the sake of drama? Or is there something more being said here? There definitely is. And it’s also why, although tragic and heartbreaking, I don’t consider the ending a ‘bad’ ending at all. The whole point of the movie is to show a love between women that is possible but it’s made impossible by the circumstances they live in, Céline, Adèle and Noémie have said it more than once. We experience their love on the island and get to see how beautiful and rich and tender it is, we see how these women get to be when they’re free from constraints, which is why it’s so maddening when they have to separate, but that’s the whole point. How unjust it is, how unfair. Not just for Marianne and Heloise but for women in general. It really points the finger at patriarchy and leaves no room for mistakes. It’s not on Marianne or Heloise, it’s not their fault for not being ‘strong enough’ or ‘brave enough’, the responsibility is not on them, it’s on the system of oppression that doesn’t let them live how we know they’re capable of living. To put it in Adèle’s words, “YOU (the patriarchy) are not letting us be alive enough.” To be able to show that, Marianne and Heloise cannot be together, and them managing to escape or anything of that sort would say that if you’re just brave enough, you can evade the system, that it’s not really that oppressive. And that’s not true, and a disservice to to women in general. I know when one watches a movie sometimes you just wanna watch a nice love story for 2 hours, but Portrait is and has always been a very political movie. It just doesn’t spoon-feed you with its message so sometimes people forget that.
But I also don’t think it’s a depressing ending in the sense that you have to submit to oppression and that’s it, your life is over. The movie doesn’t say that at all, quite the opposite. What happens instead, is that we see that even after all those years, the love Marianne and Heloise have for each other has survived, in spite of the forces in place to crush it.
First there’s Marianne submitting for the gallery a painting of Orpheus and Eurydice, clearly one she painted with hers and Heloise’s love story in mind, meaning that unprompted, she still thinks about her. Then, she realizes that a portrait of Heloise is in that same gallery and she rushes to see it.
Heloise is there, with her child, who is the first detail Marianne focuses on. She is painted conventionally, her face resembles much more the first painting Marianne did than the one they created together. It looks like the picture of someone who has fallen in line with the conventions of society and been assimilated by that oppressive system.
And then.
Even after all that time, even in a portrait that seems to say Heloise has submitted to the fate imposed on her, we and Marianne see that it’s just an illusion and the ‘real’ Heloise is still there. Page 28 is the proof of her resistance. The survival of her love for Marianne is her resistance. Yes, she cannot physically escape and be with Marianne but she won’t let her spirit be constricted by the forces that constrict her body.
And in that final scene at the opera house, we see just how alive Heloise is thanks to the memory of her love for Marianne. And not just the romance. The intellectual side of it too, the artistic side. She cries to a music Marianne first played for her, because this woman allowed her to have access to art she had never experienced before, and challenged her intellectually, and made her laugh, and made her cry, and Heloise carries all that with her and it’s something nobody can take away, even in a society as oppressive as the one she and Marianne live in.
This movie decided to remain realistic and with reality comes tragedy and comes pain, yes, because society was horrible to women and it still is. But the message isn’t that women who love each other will be punished by society. It’s saying that love sets you free, that love is emancipatory, it’s what makes you alive even when you cannot escape. When it comes to the ending, I always think about something Adèle said. She has often talked about how Heloise’s mode of resistance is absence, because she cannot physically run away from her fate or stop it in any way, but she has removed her presence as much as she can, for example before the movie by refusing to pose and hiding her face. It’s the same with her marriage. Yes, she will go along with the wedding her mother planned for her, yes she will marry this man she has never met, she will carry his children, she will share his house etc etc. But he will never get her. He bought her essentially, so she’ll be like a piece of furniture. Everything behind that, her heart, her passion, her love, that’s hers to keep and it’s untouchable. This isn’t to say her husband is necessarily an evil man who treats her like a thing. He could be the most wonderful man in the world, but it’s not the point. The point is he got her through oppression, and if Heloise cannot physically resist the imposition, she will do it emotionally. And we see that she does. The ending proves it. Her love for Marianne is her freedom.
So yes, it is tragic and emotionally devastating and heart breaking and all the sad synonyms you can find and no matter how often i watch this film, I always cry. But it’s not a depressing ending, least of all a bad one. It’s cathartic. It’s liberating. I’m so glad you gave it a second chance and I hope everyone who watches the movie or is thinking about watching it but is reluctant to do it because they heard it has a ‘bad’ ending, just give it a chance. It’s a love story like no other.
reblog to give kiara a girlfriend in season 2
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