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classicthalassic · 2 years
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Tea and Sympathy (1956) dir. Vincente Minnelli
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normasshearer · 10 months
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TEA AND SYMPATHY 1956, dir. Vincente Minnelli
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pureanonofficial · 4 months
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DEBORAH KERR and JOHN KERR in Tea and Sympathy (1956)
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manderley · 9 days
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tfw you see a sensitive little gay boy
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sirbogarde · 11 months
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TCM's PRIDE LINEUP TONIGHT GOES CRAZY HARD!!!!
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Rope, children's hour, VICTIM (!!!!!!!!!), and Tea and Sympathy.....wow
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jomiddlemarch · 29 days
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The shapes a bright container can contain!
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VII. It was a balancing act, looking after Hermione. On the one hand, he was well-aware she was an intelligent and competent adult witch, capable of making her own decisions, entitled to plenty of time and space to herself.
On the other hand, she rarely made decisions with her own best interest as the chief concern, she had never learned how to use leisure time for actual leisure or leisurely activities that weren’t productive and/or virtuous, and she had an isolative streak that made her choice of familiar understandable. There was only so much one could do for her and it was especially challenging for Draco to be the one doing.
However, he’d told her he’d look after her and no matter what anyone thought, he did not break promises or fail to fulfil the terms of an agreement.
Which meant that on a chilly Sunday morning, when he found her at the kitchen table with a towering stack of essays in front of her and another at her feet instead of tucked up in bed or lolling on the sofa with tea, pastries, and a chunky Muggle paperback, he didn’t hesitate.
“Accio Professor Granger’s essays,” he said, pitching his voice loud enough to call the parchment to him without startling her unduly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she said. She was seated, so she could put her hands on her hips but the gesture was quite present in her tone. It was impressive. She was undoubtedly not startled in the slightest.
“Grading your fifth and, unless I’m mistaken, seventh year Arithmancy class mid-term exams. I don’t even know why you have a fifth year class, you were only supposed to be teaching that tutorial but I imagine Minerva did her version of begging with all the shortbread and her plaid robe,” he said. Hermione nodded. “You must have a rubric—”
“I must?”
“You’re Hermione Granger, you wouldn’t grade without a rubric,” he said.
“Did Neville tell you that?” she asked.
“Give me some credit. I didn’t need him to tell me,” Draco said. 
“So he did,” Hermione replied.
“Scorpius too. The students appreciate it, although the Slytherins and Gryffindors both feel the rubrics are overly detailed,” he said.
“I was frustrated by how arbitrary our educational experience was,” she said.
“It didn’t help how they all played favorites,” Draco said. “McGonagall obviously, but Snape was a terror.”
“He’d had a lot to answer for, if he hadn’t also been a double-agent Dumbledore was willing to manipulate within an inch of his life after failing him abysmally when he was a student himself,” Hermione said. “It doesn’t bear thinking about, how he treated Neville.”
“Agreed. Though you seem to be following in his footsteps when it comes to the length of your assignments. Merlin’s manky knickers, these essays are long,” Draco said.
“Manky knickers?” 
“Scorpius told me that was au courant, so to speak, but I admit, it may sound more appropriate from a fourteen year old,” Draco smiled.
“I don’t tell them they’ve got to give me twelve feet. I just say that they may,” Hermione said.
“They have done, most of them it would seem,” he said. “You’ll run yourself into the ground grading these—”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You’re not and you won’t. I’ll see to them,” he said. He was hoping his expression and tone would convey a respectful but conclusive end-of-discussion, but Hermione was used to being the one ending discussions and looked at him skeptically. Her color was better though—it seemed she found arguing with him invigorating.
“How will you get through them? You don’t even know what they’re about,” she said.
“I’ll run a few charms, apply the rubric, leave a few pithy Professor Granger-esque comments,” he said. “I’m thinking along the lines of Extremely detailed, good use of references, tickety-boo.”
“I have never and would never write Tickety-boo on a student’s essay,” she said. “In a fit of whimsy, I might say it was Excalibur, a little pun on excellence and caliber—”
“I got it,” he said. “It’s painful. A Weasley wouldn’t even make a pun that gruesome. Maybe you should start writing tickety-boo.”
“It seems I’m not writing anything at the moment,” she said. “I’m not sure what to do with myself in the meantime.”
“I am,” Draco said, fishing a small bundle from his vest pocket, setting it an arm’s length from Hermione on the table, and flicking his wand in its direction. “Engorgio liborum.”
“Cleopatra’s alembic,” Hermione breathed. Draco grinned. He’d been hoping for awed surprise as her response. “What did you do?”
“Rather, the salient question is what have I procured for you?” he said. “Books. An excessive number, none of them relevant to your work. Leisure reading, it’s called.”
“There’s so many,” she said softly.
“Yes. I started with classics, the entire collection of Austen’s works, Gaskill’s Wives and Daughters, and then I added some modern choices—you needn’t feel any excessive guilt, all of those,” he said, pointing to one stack of paperbacks, “are written by an English professor at a university in New York and those over there are by a former clerk to a US Supreme Court judge. You can Transfigure the covers if you prefer, it’s entirely your business what you read.”
“They’re all romances,” she said. 
“You indicated they’re a guilty pleasure, though I don’t think you ought to feel guilty about them or any other pleasure. I paid attention,” he said. Before she could start in on him for his advocacy of hedonism, especially as it pertained to her and him, he spoke again. “I did add in Sayers’ Gaudy Night, because if you haven’t read it, you must, it was written for you, and I can’t take the credit for knowing that. Pansy recommended it—”
“Pansy Parkinson?”
“Pansy Parkinson Finch-Fletchley,” Draco said. “She spends more of her time passing as an aristo Muggle than being a proper witch, but her family didn’t come out well on the other side of things. She’s an antiques dealer, they have a son who bears an unfortunate resemblance to a red-billed stork they’ve saddled with the name Peregrine and he’s been sent to some place called Harriot or Herring instead of Wizarding school. Wouldn’t even consider Beauxbatons.”
“Harrow. They sent him to Harrow. You may have broken me with this,” Hermione said, laughing helplessly. “The books and Pansy and Peregrine-the-stork—”
“Crane might be more apt, come to think of it,” Draco said.
“Broken, I said,” she gasped.
“Hardly,” he said. “Not how you’re made.”
“You’re overestimating me,” she said, speaking in her normal tone again.
“No,” he said. “I know you better than you think. There’s a difference. Now you ought to let me get to work grading these essays. The sofa and your novels await.”
Two hours later, she set a steaming mug of tea beside his left hand and briefly squeezed his hunched shoulder. If he hadn’t been half-dazed from reading the essays, he would have had a more pronounced response to her touch, the first time he could recall her initiating physical contact between them. However, the rambling lengths of parchment had nearly done him in.
“You do this every week? These are excruciating,” he said. 
“Yes, but they’re learning. We were excruciating back then too. It wasn’t just being a double-agent under a crushing load of guilt and stocking the infirmary’s potions for Dumbledore to use that budget for the Order of the Phoenix that made Snape so exhausted,” she said. 
“I would have said snarky,” Draco replied. “Biting. Derisive. And he was my Head of House and obviously favored us.”
“He did have a mouth on him, didn’t he?” she said nostalgically. “And when he was really put out, you could hear the Manchester in him. Drink the tea. I added a lot of honey.”
“For strength?” Draco asked. “Once more unto the breach and all that?”
“Because you like it sweet,” she said. “You can tell Pansy she was right. I’m loving Gaudy Night.”
“I thought you’d start with Austen,” he said.
“Those are old friends. I thought I’d try something new,” she said.
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maddie-grove · 5 months
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Sometimes I think about watching Tea and Sympathy (a peculiarly 1950s movie that is against toxic masculinity while still being homophobic) with my dad, and how disappointed he was in Laura for sleeping with Tom at the end. “Awww come on,” he said, like he’d seen a bad play in a football game. “That’s not necessary.”
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techtalkbyjames · 2 months
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Cranky Cat says what he thinks... LOL
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"Well, isn't that special" ~ Church Lady
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cozza-frenzy · 27 days
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hi…. it’s me again…. thank you for being kind in your response… I was a little embarrassed about my dream… but I felt like I could tell you about it. also… I’m sorry for censoring that word… I was worried about it being upsetting if it was just the full word…. thank you for telling me I understand now /gen
Trust me anon, if anybody is that emotionally fragile that they're upset by words like "killed", then maybe they shouldn't be on social media to begin with. Last we checked, kids cartoons aimed at ages 10 and up will make references to death and being killed. When it comes to interactions like this, though? We appreciate that you trusted us enough to tell us this, but remember that it's not safe to disclose sensitive information - including what upsets/triggers you - to strangers online. Doing so on anon does put a barrier in the way, but not every adult might be as kind or as understanding after someone told them their art gave them nightmares. And though we are making assumptions here, most might not realize your typing style outs you as (we're guessing) a minor. Stay safe out there (/gen) - Terry & Martin
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lucyghoul · 10 months
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ok yeah ok yeah
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morimatea · 3 months
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Incense is also a part of tea ceremony culture.
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classicthalassic · 2 years
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Tea and Sympathy (1956) dir. Vincente Minnelli
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Fifty Years of Tea and Sympathy, Christopher Capozzola
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pureanonofficial · 5 months
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DEBORAH KERR and JOHN KERR in Tea and Sympathy (1956)
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lascenizas · 3 months
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The Last Movie I Watched...
Tea and Sympathy (1956, Dir.: Vicente Minnelli)
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tafadhali · 2 years
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We Kiss in a Shadow (I Have Dreamed) - a queer Hollywood history fanvid
Alone in our secret Together we sigh For one smiling day to be free
A continuation of my Screened Out series on the history of queer representation in Hollywood, focusing on desire, longing, and repression in 1950s and early 1960s dramas.
Cross-posted on AO3.
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