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.
Did you know that The Haunted Mansion’s Madam Leota is actually a combination of TWO different Disney Legends?
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.
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.
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”
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!
“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.”
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
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
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 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?
“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?
“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
“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
“…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
“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
“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
“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 inBlack Sails? Let’s take a look at some history.
Trigger warning for discussions of period-typical homophobia and a brief mention of rape.