one of the many incidents in europe (france, greece) where jewish cemeteries/memorials where vandalized
along with people of other religions (including islam, sikh, hindu, others.) jewish people dont get privileges that christian people have, meaning we, dont get guaranteed time off work/school for holidays, dont have freedom to worship without fear of judgement, wont have our faith accepted at your workplace/school, cant have a job without it being associated with your faith (“they’re a [lawyer/accountant/banker/jeweler]? well obviously, they’re jewish”), have expectations of what your career should be (“they’re jewish and they’re only working as [minimum wage job]? they should aim higher”), being referred to as “jewish” friend, the list goes on.
some extra facts just to further educate yourself on jewish people/the jewish religion:
besides israel and the united states, no other country has a jewish population more than 1%
the total amount of jewish people in the world is less than .2%
The puppet required two guys (though fully clothed, and hopefully with their genitals intact) getting smooshed together to operate Jabba’s arms and mouth. Plus, there were people controlling his face and eyes, and a little person in Jabba’s tail with a crank to make it wag – you know, for all of those scenes where Lando jingled his keys and talked excitedly about going to the park.
It was like if a NASA command module was half the size, and instead of an adventure to the heavens, the “astronauts” were only there to make a repulsively bulbous alien puppet shit-talk Han Solo.
Most insanely, there was a guy whose only job was to crouch underneath Jabba and smoke cigars, blowing the smoke through a tube to make it look like Jabba was puffing away.
The suit itself was so crowded, one puppeteer claimed that Carrie Fisher might have stepped on the tail guy’s head in the scene where she kills Jabba. Say what you will about the CGI version of the character, at least his presence didn’t necessitate a bunch of dudes reenacting a dry-hump orgy inside a monster-shaped bag.
If the animated princess in the fairy tale represented a child-like innocence and naive goodness Adriana Caselotti - even well into her old age - still embodied those qualities. In our more cynical age, there were those who dismissed her as eccentric, or, worse, as plain batty. But she preserved and defended the image of the character she helped to create and took great joy in being loved for what was a unique contribution to cinema history.
She was 18 years old when Walt Disney embarked on a revolutionary project: the world’s first feature-length animated film, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Not only had no one attempted such a film, but no one knew whether audiences would sit through a 90-minute “cartoon”. However, Disney believed that as long as his artists could create characters with believable personalities, the film would succeed.
The search for someone to speak and sing for Snow White began in 1934 when Disney’s casting director, Roy Scott, sought the advice of Guido Caselotti, a Los Angeles singing teacher. His younger daughter, Adriana, picked up the telephone extension while they were speaking and heard Scott asking her father if he knew of a little girl who could speak as a child and yet could sing operatic-style songs.
The eavesdropper immediately interrupted the conversation with a request that she might try out for the part, followed by a demonstration of her best coloratura trills. She was the first person to be auditioned for the role.
Since the part was intended for a 14-year-old, Adriana Caselotti knocked two years off her age and told Disney’s musical director, Frank Churchill, that she was only 16. When she sight-read Churchill’s song Someday My Prince Will Come, Walt Disney (who was listening behind a screen, so as to concentrate on the voice without being distracted by the singer’s appearance) felt sure that he had found his Snow White. That said, no fewer than 148 other hopefuls were auditioned!
It was a remarkable vocal performance: her singing was exquisite and her rendition of the dialogue was full of naivete, gentleness and compassion. She was paid $20 a day for her work on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and her total earnings for the film were just $970, although the film went on to earn millions of dollars for Disney. It was only when, uninvited, she managed to sneak into the film’s rapturously-received premiere, in December 1937, that she realized she had taken part in something that was destined for enduring fame. However, none of the actors who spoke for the characters was credited on the film.
For Adriana Caselotti, being Snow White was a once-in-a-lifetime job; in different circumstances it might have brought her great stardom. Jack Benny wanted her as a guest star on his radio show, but Disney vetoed the appearance, writing, “I’m sorry, but that voice can’t be used anywhere. I don’t want to spoil the illusion of Snow White.” And, whilst Caselotti always hoped that Disney would find her another screen role, he wisely knew that the voice of Snow White was unique and should never be used again. Her only other cinematic contribution, for which she was paid $100, was to sing the falsetto line “Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo", in the Tin Man’s song in The Wizard of Oz.
Later, Disney sent her on film-promotion tours, dressed as Snow White and accompanied by Pinto Colvig, who spoke for the dwarfs Sleepy and Grumpy. Adriana Caselotti confided to me that on one tour she and Colvig had a fling - the idea of a romance between Snow White and Grumpy is certainly an intriguing one.
and the actor who voiced Prince Charming unsuccessfully sued Disney and RCA (for $200,000 and $100,000, respectively) for a share of soundtrack-record profits. After this episode, though, she appeared to have been fairly loyal to Disney for the rest of her life.
Gracious and generous-hearted, Caselotti lived out the role of Snow White for the rest of her life: singing Whistle While You Work to strangers in the street, allowing herself to be photographed in the famous costume and permitting the public cataloging of her marriages to four Prince Charmings.
But despite making only one movie, Adriana Caselotti nevertheless secured for herself a kind of immortality. The last time I left her, she remarked that Snow White would never die; then, with a laugh, she added: “And when I’m in that coffin, d'you know what you’ll hear? Someday My Prince Will Come, because you see my voice will live for ever.”
Adriana Caselotti, actress: born in Bridgeport, Connecticut on May 6, 1916; died in Los Angeles January 18, 1997. R.I.P. Adriana!
SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the two arrows with a feather”
Pairing: Clint Barton x Fem!Reader
Requested by: No one, I’m always trash for writing Clint stuff. BUT someone a long time ago asked me: “Anonymous:Out of curiosity are you planning on making a part of the soul mate au for Clint? If not that’s cool. Thanks”
|| I don’t own Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||
“A coffee shop? Are you bloody sure?” Her brother spoke from the other side of the phone, and the planet. “Do you realize that you could be working for something like… I don’t know S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
She laughed and picked her bags from the backseat of the car, saying thanks to the taxi driver and looking around.
“Yeah, I know that. But I also know that I just want to keep my life normal.”
“Normal? Oh darling we both know that that is not gonna happen, you’re a trained field agent. Besides I know the real reason why you’re in New York.”
She froze and something her mind went lost. Of course her brother knew the other reason why she was in New York.
“You know nothing Jon” She laughed
“Don’t you dare quoting me Game Of Thrones lady!! But let’s face it. You are chasing the white rabbit.”
“You’re being an idiot Jon. I’m outside of what’s going to be my apartment so I’ll talk to you later.”
“Send me photos! Love you and please, be careful Y/N” His voice was soft.
“Sure thing. Love ya.” She pressed the red button to end the call and let out a sigh.
New York City, indeed it was a hell of a city.
Chicago, he could be living in Chicago. In a little apartment with a dog and a nice view, but no. For the moment, he had to live here, in the hellish New York City in the Avengers Facility. Just for the moment, he repeated himself.
Clint looked in the mirror as he grabbed a purple t-shirt from the desk, he looked tired, almost way too tired. Last night he had that feeling again, that someone was wondering in his mind, daring to speak or not. He knew it was her.
“But you’re too shy apparently” He said to himself, but he did talked to the voice in his head that rarely appear.
When he was young it was there all the time, but then something weird happened and the voice became quiet. He was afraid that he had said something that turned off the communication. But again, no one knew how that really worked.
your colorguard photos brought back great memories! i was in drumline when i still lived on the west coast and it was probably the source of the best times of my life. one year my director decided our theme for the season was Funky Tunes TM, and so he wrote a mashup of all his favorite oldies and we kept building on it as the competitions progressed.
well, we wanted to make a splash at the second to last show, the one right before championships, so we brainstormed, and someone came up with the brilliant idea to conceal a simplified tribute to Prince’s famous costume, the one with a big white jabot collar and a purple coat, under our normal “tuxedo” uniforms. we spent three days practicing tearing off the black tops without messing up the music. it got down to the wire, man, the director almost decided we weren’t gonna do it, but we managed it eventually.
and. when we actually did it in competition. holy shit, man. the crowd lost their goddamn MINDS. (we won every show that year it was amazing)
in which the reader is 7 years older than tom and she works on set of spider-man: homecoming as a makeup/costume coordinator and she’s assigned to tom and harrison (since he filled in for tom) and as they get closer, they fall for each other but they kind of ignore the feelings bc of the age gap
Y/n is a famous makeup/costume coordinator. Best known for fitting Grant Gustin into his Flash suit and Barry Allen’s clothes, Gal Gadot into her Wonder Woman suit, Tom Cruise into his outfits and fighting makeup and Jennifer Lawrence with her Katniss Everdeen attire.
And now, she was in charge of fitting the newest Marvel actor, Tom Holland, for his role as Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man.
She was most excited about this role, because she had been asked to play with the outfit a little more than the other ones.
‘Make it unique,’ they had told her, days before they were set to meet in Atlanta for Captain America:Civil War.
And that’s what she did. She changed the style, made it tighter and more fitted to the body. She added little details in the suit, alongside his new chest piece.
As soon as she had gotten to set, on the first day of Captain America: Civil War, she immediately headed over to the directos, turning in her finished costume before she headed off to makeup.
Every day the same routine, as it became a habit rather than a chore. Soon enough, it was time to leave, as filming was finished, and everyone had gathered at a cast crew’s house to watch the raw footage of the movie, where everyone would help pick out little things that didn’t go into the movie.
This was her favorite part. Everyone was at their most vulnerable, where they would not only joke around and bond, but they would also share a small part of their contribution. Everything that they put into a year be half of filming was coming together and they felt they were at their most vulnerable.
And then, it was over. She was back to making her own costumes to sell, until her manager had called her.
“Marvel called. They want you back to fit Tom Holland for Spider-Man: Homecoming.”
That’s how she came to be where she is now. Walking back to set in Atlanta, her jansport backpack sling over her shoulder, converse on her feet and her hair up in a loose ponytail.
Jon, the new director, had welcomed her, a smile on his face as he told her how much he admired her work and her costumes. “The costume details are perfect for this movie!”
They had handed her back the suit, asking her different questions about the details and how to incorporate them into the movie. It was simple. And then, it wasn’t.
“We are up for playing with anything at this point. So, hit us with some effects and anything you’d like to change about how it might look on screen.”
Her list was long, but it was worth it, because it was approved as soon as the words spilled from her lips.
“I was thinking, for the new spidey symbol on the front, we could do it so whenever he wants to take off the suit, he just pushes the button and it loosens from his body, making it like an oversized suit and it just slips off his body. And whenever he wants to put it on, he presses the button again and it instantly adjusts to his body.”
“That’s an awesome idea.”
“And we could have hidden spidey wings between the elbow and his ribs.”
The design was simple, and made for a good easter egg in the movie, since it would connect to the Disney XD show, Ultimate Spider-Man.
That’s how her first day went, talking to the directors, and meeting the new cast.
Some people she had been before, since she worked on the set of Captain America: Civil War, and others she met occasionally, when they were doing casting.
And then, came her time to see Tom Holland again.
Over the course of her job, she had developed feelings for the brunette boy, who was actually 7 years younger than her. Yet, during her time there, she had seen him grow into someone she never imagined. And he greeted her with a smile and a wave.
The smile that made her heart hurt.
She was 28. He was 21.
The age gap was huge.
She didn’t mind. He didn’t mind.
But they knew it wouldn’t work. The media would go crazy, the fans would call it “sexualizing” and “illegal”, when they were both adults.
She wanted to tell him. Tell him everything. But she ignored it, knowing it could ruin their careers.
She never expected for him to make the first move.
Especially, in front of everyone.
“Hey, y/n, you got a minute?”
Turning around at the sound of her name, she noticed Harrison standing there, a smile on his face as he waved.
“Hi Harrison. What’s up?”
“Uh, are you available this weekend?”
“Because I’m throwing a surprise party for Tom and we need some help. Also, because we wanted you to help design the cake.”
Did I forget to mention that she knew how to bake? Not only could she decorate like a professional, but she could also make the best chocolate coffee cake out of her whole family.
“Yeah, of course! Where is it gonna be?”
“Do you want me to text you the address? And we could meetup so I can help you with the cake.”
They exchanged phone numbers, as she smiled at him before Tom walked through the door.
“Hey guys. Y/n they told me to come in here for my makeup for scene 67.”
“Right! Sit and I’ll put it on.”
He sat in the chair, his phone in hand as he started to record the process, something he really liked to do. Her hands moved quickly as she brushed layers and layers of makeup, making him look dirty and beat up, a bruise on his cheek and a split lip.
“This looks amazing, mate!” Harrison exclaimed, a huge smile on his face as he watched her brush move over his lip, adding the finishing touches on masterpiece.
“It does! Thank you so much, y/n!” Without a second thought, Tom pulled her in for a hug, his arms around her waist as hers circled his shoulders.
They pulled away with a blush on their cheeks, as Tom, with another smile, walked out, Harrison behind him before he stopped, and turned to her.
“You know, he really likes you.”
The blush grew, as she smiled, looking at Harrison.
“Love, I can see it in his eyes.”
“But, I’m so much older than him. He could have anyone he wants his age.”
“Darling, do you have any idea how much he doesn’t care about the age gap? He is utterly in love with you.”
“I really like him too.”
“Then tell him.” Harrison then left without saying another word, leaving her with a lot to think about.
Y/n was packing up her things, as filming had ended for the day, and everyone was told to stay in their trailers. She had been putting away her makeup when she got a text message from Harrison.
‘Love, would you mind meeting me at Stage 6? To talk about Tom’s birthday surprise.’
She responded immediately, while grabbing her adidas jacket.
‘Course. I’ll be there in 5.’
Heading out, she headed straight for Stage 5, seeing the whole cast waiting as she entered.
Everyone looked at her, before making a passageway in the middle of the crowd, reaching Tom on the other end, who was waiting with roses in front of him.
A smile was on her lips, as she walked towards him. It almost seemed like a dream. Everyone watched the pair as they neared each other, before she had stopped, a couple inches from his body.
“These are for you.”
Handing her the roses, she smiled, before looking up at him.
“Y/n, I know it might seem weird, especially since I’m younger than you, but I really like you. I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care if others don’t approve of our relationship or if they find it inappropriate. I really don’t give two shits. I love you. I love you so damn much and I don’t care what others think. I only care about you.”
A smile was on her lips, as a tear slipped down her face. Tom wiped it from her cheeks, a smile on his face before she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Time seemed to stop, as they were only focused on the feeling of their lips against each other, smiles on their faces, and knowing, that this, was true love.
When they finally pulled apart, Tom was looking down at the girl of his dreams, a smile adorned his face as he took her in.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Without hesitating, she answered a simple word, that changed their whole lives.
okay so let’s write a novel talk about actual trainwreck of a character Jack Sparrow in this movie. so there are spoilers under this so don’t read if YOU DON’T WANNA BE SPOILED because I’ve been waiting months to write this and now I finally can: