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The Face behind The Witch

Lucille La Verne: Evil Queen Stepmother- Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Eleanor Audley: Maleficent - Sleeping Beauty

Martha Wentworth: Madam Mim - Sword in the Stone

Pat Carroll: Ursula - The Little Mermiad

Donna Murphy: Motther Gothel - Tangled 

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Disney Imagineer Leota Toombs became the face and namesake of Madame Leota by chance. In the early stages of the seance room, Yale Gracey asked her if she minded posing for the head of a disembodied gypsy. “As I remember, my eyes were the right distance apart to fit the test model when the whole thing began.” She once said.

Gracey decided to keep Leota’s face in the ball, because it had the perfect “gypsy look”. Her real voice is also that of ‘Little Leota’, the miniature bride that bids you farewell. Eleanor Audley famously voice’s Leota’s fully-grown head.

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Did you know that The Haunted Mansion’s Madam Leota is actually a combination of TWO different Disney Legends?

S'True!

Madame Leota is voiced by Elanor Audley – the voice of Maleficent in Walt Disney’s animated classic, Sleeping Beauty.

Madame Leota’s facial acting was done by Imagineer Leota Thomas. Originally, Thomas’ face was filmed simply as a test for the crystal ball ‘gag.’ Everyone involved was planning to recast and re-do the effect. But when the Imagineers saw Thomas’ face projected on the life-cast of her head, they knew they could never improve upon what she had done. It was shortly thereafter that the as-yet-unnamed Madame became known officially as Leota.

Pretty cool, eh?

This Disney Parks fun fact comes courtesy of Kevin Yee’s Walt Disney World: Hidden History.

I am afraid the young man belonged to the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, for he had spent a most unconscionable time upon the accessories of this picture― upon my lady’s crispy ringlets and the heavy folds of her crimson velvet dress.
  
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Yes; the painter must have been a pre-Raphaelite. No one but a pre-Raphaelite would have painted, hair by hair, those feathery masses of ringlets with every glimmer of gold, and every shadow of pale brown. No one but a pre-Raphaelite would have so exaggerated every attribute of that delicate face as to give a lurid lightness to the blonde complexion, and a strange, sinister light to the deep blue eyes. No one but a pre-Raphaelite could have given to that pretty pouting mouth the hard and almost wicked look it had in the portrait.
—  Mary Elizabeth Braddon on the Pre-Raphaelites, writing about Lady Audley’s half-finished portrait in “Lady Audley’s Secret
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Epic Moments in Villain History (Maleficent’s Curse): 

Maleficent: Well, quite the glittering assemblage, King Stefan: royalty, nobility, the gentry, and…ehehehe, how quaint: even the rabble. I really felt quite distressed at not received an invitation.

Merryweather: You weren’t wanted!

Maleficent: NOT WHA…hehehe…Oh dear, what an awkward situation.  I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight.  Well, in that event, I’d best be on my way…

The Queen: And you’re not offended, your excellency?

Maleficent: Why no, your majesty.  And to show I bear no ill-will, I too shall bestow a gift on the child. Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty; beloved by all who know her.  But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday: she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!

The Queen: Oh no!

King Stefan: Seize that creature!

Maleficent: Stand back, you fools!

-”Sleeping Beauty”

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Queen of Earth (Alex Ross Perry, 2015)

cinematography: Sean Price Williams

“You fucking animal. You unrepentant piece of shit. You click your tongue and you revel in the affairs of others. You are worthless. You don’t know anything about me. You show up to fuck my best friend, and you pry into the lives of others to conceal how worthless and boring your own life is. I don’t deserve this. I just want to be left alone. I want to be left alone with the few people who are left in this world who are decent.”

Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 


Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.

Two Shillings Each: Yellowback Novels & Victorian Literature

A pop-up exhibit at the Rare Book & Manuscript Library
09 October - 20 October 2017
Curated by Claire Berman

Victorian society loved a scandal, and yellowback novels fueled that fire. As a nineteenth-century literary innovation, yellowbacks titillated the senses of the burgeoning English middle class, bringing exciting, and sometimes salacious, literature to them for a low cost. For a mere two shillings, passengers could read swashbuckling adventures, scandalous romances, or titillating horrors while riding the railroad. The Rare Book & Manuscript Library holds a collection of nearly three hundred yellowbacks published between 1847 and 1913. 

Two Shillings Each will be on display from October 9 to October 20, and explores yellowbacks as innovative objects, as well as their boundary-pushing content.

the historicity of queerness in black sails, pt. 1

Hello, Tumblr! Let’s talk about pirates, queer stuff, and historical accuracy

There’s been renewed talk in certain spaces this week about queer narratives in historical drama. This has been spurred almost entirely by the series finale of Black Sails, which made the (distressingly) controversial decision to end its four-year run by giving its queer protagonists a largely happy ending.

If any show currently airing was going to take such a leap, it was always going to be Black Sails, which from the outset possessed a keen interest in exploring queer narratives. This was seen–correctly–as being something almost unheard of among historical dramas: a genre whose queer characters, if any, are relegated to the status of minor character or tragic subplot. But why is this, and why did Black Sails provoke some ire for heading in the opposite direction? There is an easy answer; an assumption lurking in the undertow of many an irate Facebook or Reddit comment: queer people in the 18th century didn’t get happy endings, did they?

This is part of a bigger question: There were no gay people then, right? In other words, characters can’t be openly gay in the show, because they killed men for that, didn’t they, and isn’t this supposed to be a ‘historical’ drama? So: how accurate is the queerness in Black Sails? Let’s take a look at some history.

Trigger warning for discussions of period-typical homophobia and a brief mention of rape. 

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