#madam de winter

[a-rare-jewell]

Fancast of the three Musketeers

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#peter capaldi #con o'neill #constance #the three musketeers #treville #keanu reeves #keirnan shipka #madam de winter #lamar johnson #lady de winter #porthos #athos #aramis #dev patel #d'artagnan #adrian gallagher #megan fox #yon gonzalez #rochefort #cardinal richelieu #queen anne #kristina pimenova

[chicinsilk]

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Fall/Winter 1953-54. “Jolie Madame de France” Collection Geneviève Richard wears a 3/4 jacket in tweed-knit banc. Mink cuffs and collar. White felt tambourine.

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1953-54. Collection "Jolie Madame de France" Geneviève richard porte une veste3/4 en tweed-tricot banc. Poignets et collet en vison. Tambourin en feutre blanc.

#haute couture #pierre balmain #jolie madame de france #fashion 50s #1953-54 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #tweed set #mink cuffs #geneviève richard

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 45, 10 novembre 1889, Paris. Toilettes d'hiver. Modèles de chez Mme Coussinet, rue Richer 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1880s #1889 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #panorama #Forney #dress #winter #day #visiting #coat #house #stripes #Modèles de chez #Madame Coussinet

[hedgehog-moss]

"rn I feel like reading about someone's quiet daily life, maybe a diary or letters, set in a place or context I don't know much about, without turmoil or tragedy" oh! do you have any recommendations for books like this?

This is one of my favourite types of books! Here are 30(ish) recs...

May Sarton's The House by the Sea or Plant Dreaming Deep

Gyrðir Elíasson's Suðurglugginn / La fenêtre au sud (not translated into English unfortunately!), also Bergsveinn Birgisson's Landslag er aldrei asnalegt / Du temps qu'il fait (exists in German too)

Gretel Ehrlich's The Solace of Open Spaces, which iirc was originally written as journal entries and letters before being adapted into a book

Kenneth White's House of Tides: Letters from Brittany and Other Lands of the West

Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book

The Diary of a Provincial Lady, E. M. Delafield

Growing Up with the Impressionists: The Diary of Julie Manet

Elizabeth and Her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim (do not read if you don't like flowers)

The Road Through Miyama by Leila Philip (I've mentioned it before, it feels like this gif)

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, I keep recommending this one but it's so nice and I love snails

Epicurean Simplicity, Stephanie Mills

The Light in the Dark: A winter journal by Horatio Clare

The Letters of Rachel Henning

The letters of Tove Jansson, also The Summer Book and Fair Play

The diary of Sylvia Townsend Warner—here's an entry where she describes some big cats at the zoo. "Frank and forthcoming, flirtatious carnivores, [...] guttersnipishly loveable"

The Letters of Rachel Carson & Dorothy Freeman were very sweet and a little bit gay. I mostly remember from this long book I read years ago that Rachel Carson once described herself as "retiring into her shell like a periwinkle at low tide" and once apologised to Dorothy because she had run out of apple-themed stationery.

Jane Austen's letters (quoting the synopsis, "Wiser than her critics, who were disappointed that her correspondence dwelt on gossip and the minutiae of everyday living, Austen understood the importance of "Little Matters," of the emotional and material details of individual lives shared with friends and family")

Madame de Sévigné's letters because obviously, and from the same time period, the letters of the Princess Palatine, Louis XIV's sister-in-law. I read them a long time ago and mostly I remember that I enjoyed her priorities. There's a letter where she complains that she hasn't received the sausages she was promised, and then in the next paragraph, mentions the plot to assassinate the King of England and also, the Tartars are walking on Vienna currently.

Wait I found it:

R.C. Sherriff's The Fortnight in September (quoting the author, "I wanted to write about simple, uncomplicated people doing normal things")

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith

Pond, Claire-Louise Bennett

Rules for Visiting, Jessica Francis Kane

The following aren't or aren't yet available in English, though some have already been translated in 5-6 languages:

ツバキ文具店 / La papeterie Tsubaki by ito Ogawa

半島へ / La péninsule aux 24 saisons by Mayumi Inaba

Giù la piazza non c'è nessuno, Dolores Prato (for a slightly more conceptual take on the "someone's everyday life" theme—I remember it as quite Proustian in its meticulousness, a bit like Nous les filles by Marie Rouanet which is much shorter and more lighthearted but shows the same extreme attention to childhood details)

Journal d'un homme heureux, Philippe Delerm, my favourite thing about this book is that the goodreads commenter who gave it the lowest rating complained that Delerm misidentified a wine as a grenache when actually it's a cabernet sauvignon. Important review!

Un automne à Kyôto, Corinne Atlan (I find her writing style so lovely)

oh and 西の魔女が死んだ / L’été de la sorcière by Kaho Nashiki —such a little Ghibli film of a book. There's a goodreads review that points out that Japanese slice-of-life films and books have "a certain way of describing small, everyday actions in a soothing, flawless manner that can either wear you out, or make you look at the world with a temporary glaze of calm contentment and introspective understanding [...]"

I'd be happy to get recommendations in this 'genre' as well :)

#book recs #i should have posted this ages ago but i was waiting to finish the book i was reading to see if it #should be added to the list #but in the end it wasn't worthy #sorry for the delay!

[hellframe]

Henry Winter, flirting

The first day of his visit to Francis’s country house Richard had a little voyage with Henry and Camilla in a boat. And here we have this introduction to Henry’s habits:

“He had a habit, as I was later to discover, of trailing off into absorbed, didactic, entirely self-contained monologues, about whatever he happened to be interested in at the time"

Richard was wrong, of course. Henry’s monologues were not ‘entirely self-contained’, they had particular purpose — at least, two of them were an instrument of mild pressure on Camilla, including this one which Richard heard during their voyage:

"That day he was talking about Elizabeth and Leicester, I remember: the murdered wife, the royal barge, the queen on a white horse talking to the troops at Tilbury Fort, and Leicester and the Earl of Essex holding the bridle rein… Camilla, flushed and sleepy, trailed her hand in the water… It was many years later, and far away, when I came across this passage in The Waste Land: Elizabeth and Leicester beating oars…”

T. S. Eliot left notes for these lines of his poem, citing History of England:

Author of this letter, Alvaro de la Quadra, was a Spanish diplomat and Catholic clergyman, he apparently had a right to marry a couple. For many years Leicester was queen’s favourite and suitor for her hand, but she didn’t want to marry — didn’t want to share her power with anyone, and used her claimed virginity as a political asset. Eventually, Leicester got tired of waiting, and married another woman, which broke the queen's heart.

In view of these facts, the boat scene in TSH looks so ironic. Richard’s surname, Papen, means ‘priest, cleric’ in North German, and he also was a foreign figure in their group, like that Spanish bishop in England. However, Richard wasn't able to marry anyone.

I guess, in such a manner Henry was telling Camilla: "I’m ready to be with you right here, now. But don’t make me wait for too long". And Camilla was flushed, because she understood this reassurance mingled with warning.

Another instance of this mild pressure was quoting passages about Emma Bovary, whose chaotic love choices ruined her life: Sa pensée, sans but d'abord, vagabondait au hasard, comme sa levrette, qui faisait des cercles dans la campagne… “Her thoughts were wandering at first without any purpose” — could it mean "Camilla, make up your mind, or you’ll end up like madame Bovary''?

From Henry’s point these monologues were probably a sort of flirting, an indirect way to show romantic interest towards Camilla.

Come on, Henry, why spend so many words, when you can say Cubitum eamus?

#the secret history #henry winter #camilla macaulay

[ghostherlig]

some more random hcs!!

bc im going to be away from my pc for like a week and wont be able to write until i get back home :')

please enjoy some more poly earth champs 😌 (under the cut bc idk how long this is going to be- update: it's long :))

raiden picks up sayings and swears from each of his bfs- the first thing he picked up was kenshi's small curses in japanese, to which kenshi, when he first heard, gasped and asked "who taught you that?!?" before realizing raiden was repeating what kenshi had said a few (thousand 🙄✋️) times before

raiden also picks up johnny's internet lingo/slang and sometimes uses it- also picked up the "get in the bed" jokes from johnny (ie, "i'll show you (insert adjective here), get in the bed")

lao and raiden already talk like they're the same person, but raiden sometimes mimicks how lao says things- like tone, intonation, sometimes will even pitch his voice to match lao's

kung lao is a fiend when it comes to video games- has the most number of smash bros wins and wears that crown with pride (lao mains king dedede and kirby, johnny plays king k rool and bayonetta, raiden plays ice climbers and pikachu, and kenshi plays mr game n watch (theres a blind joke in there somewhere) and luigi)

kenshi actually really likes playing games- he's a very playful and coy person at heart and when he's comfortable his cheeky nature appears and always gets his bfs to laugh and swoon- he's also very funny when he's comfy

when johnny gets super comfy, he coos similar to a pigeon- it's always quiet and usually unintentional but whenever one of his bfs ctach the sound they melt- kenshi rumbles when he's comfy, almost like a purr before it trails into a sigh (and then a nap), lao stretches out and does this minute long sigh, and raiden grumbles before he fully settles

their coffee/tea preferences!! johnny needs his coffee, and he usually does it without syrups- just black coffee with extra espresso shots or a plain latte- johnny got lao into coffee but lao likes the fun syrups a lot and really loves when johnny makes him caramel macchiatos- raiden and kenshi are the resident tea drinkers 😌 raiden drinks mostly green tea since it's a nice boost for him in the morning, but kenshi has discovered london fogs and he cant go back- he saves his green teas for the afternoon or evening when he wants that lil boost

kenshi and johnny are both fantastic cooks, but raiden and lao can bake like no one's business- raiden really enjoys making bread and lao likes making cookies- often they can be found gossiping with sugar and butter beating in the stand mixer

kenshi will make ramen for his bfs during winter or when one of them is sick- it's his family's recipe and he's perfected it

johnny has the singing voice of someone on radio in the 40's and all of his bfs swoon whenever they catch him singing, especially when it's later in the evening and johnny is dancing in the kitchen to sinatra

raiden plays the kalimba!! he knows all sorts of songs from howl's moving castle to claire de lune and he usually plays in the afternoon- kenshi will always smile when he's drinking tea in the living room and hears the soft tinkling from upstairs

favorite sodas!! lao loves dr pepper- johnny is a coke drinker through and through, raiden likes sprite and ginger ale, and kenshi usually gets root beer or fruity sodas

the first time johnny took kenshi to a Mitsuwa the man was skeptical, but he found it had a lot of stuff he missed from home- johnny would've bought the whole store if it made kenshi happy

johnny begged madam bo for a few of her recipes (lao and raiden's favs) and he spent weeks with her near perfecting them before he cooked them for lao and raiden at home- they both cried (and so did johnny)

when kenshi is off around the world working with jax, lao will call him spontaneously just to fill him in, usually when johnny and raiden are napping or when he really misses kenshi- sometimes kenshi can hear how much lao misses him even though he doesnt say it :(( he always promises he'll be home soon and will blow a kiss through the phone

johnny has a huge walk in closet that he encourages his bfs to use also- johnny loves when any of his bfs "accidently" grab one of his shirts and wear it for a day- they all end up wearing each other's clothes anyway

raiden and lao are plant dads- they have a lucky bamboo plant in the kitchen and a few trees and a mint plant scattered through out the house- there's also eucalyptus in their giant shared bathroom which johnny cannot live without now that he has it

kenshi is the reason the other three love the smell of incense- kenshi used to burn some whenever he was really stressed (like once a week to a month) and he always smelled like incense- now his bfs will burn some when they miss him

johnny loves when his bfs sleepily talk to him in their native languages- he's picked up a bit from each of them and can make out a few sentences but really just loves how they sound-

johnny does math for fun (phd in quantum mechanics) and sometimes his bfs will find notes around the house of numbers and equations that mean nothing to them- but they keep a pile in a drawer somewhere bc they like johnny's loopy hand writing

johnny will slip into german when he's drunk- like full accent and everything- he's barely conversational in german sober though so when he watches videos of himself the next morning he has no idea what he's saying

kenshi hates bugs- like cant stand roaches or spiders- for the longest time johnny dealt with them for him when they lived together

lao makes fun of kenshi for jumping or getting anxious around spiders and roaches but he also gets jumpy and anxious around spiders and roaches

kenshi has his phone auto read texts and johnny will send awful texts when the house is in dead silence- like johnny will be upstairs or in the bathroom and kenshi will be in the kitchen or living room making food or relaxing and suddenly his phone will go off with nonsense or pick up lines over and over again and johnny is laughing somewhere in the house and kenshi is sighing trying not to laugh

raiden likes making mead at home- he's also dabbled in making beer and wine but he prefers mead bc he likes how simple the recipe is and how he can switch out the fruits depending on the season

johnny just doesnt like regular cows milk, so he always has a milk substitute available for himself- at first he was all about almond and oat milk but then he realized he could just use coconut milk and coconut cream for things.... he's a changed man

they all patch each other up after missions- usually it's a quiet affair and they all just soak up being home and safe together again, but other times it can be loud and boisterous or sometimes an argument will break out if someone was injured for a stupid reason (like when johnny broke a rib taking a hit for lao, or when raiden almost got thrown off of a cliff after taking on like five assailants at once)

johnny runs super hot, kenshi runs super cold, lao's thermoregulation is honestly impressive, and raiden says he's fine but his fingers and toes get cold hella fucking fast

despite lao being the one with the chakram hat, johnny's hands are the most scarred thanks to split knuckles, clumsy moments with sharp objects, his loose use of knife safety while cooking, and how often kenshi and him used to spar at wu shi

the only bf without a single tattoo on his skin is lao- kenshi has his body murals, johnny has a few small ones that can be covered by make up, and raiden has a small smiley face on his ass cheek after losing a bet to lao

when talking about his bfs to jax, kenshi never specifies until jax asks- so kenshi will go on and on about how one of his bfs has been getting into this new show, and jax will have to use context clues to be able to tell if it's johnny, raiden, or lao-

johnny plays with the press a bit by mentioning his bfs in passing but almost as if he's talking about one dude- it's a whole thing when he breaks that he's in a polycule

kenshi doesnt like being on camera, so often photos with kenshi are cropped or taken with his head/face/tattoos out of frame- the most kenshi interacts with fans is when johnny does short lives and kenshi will talk to them there while johnny reads the comments to him

raiden and lao always crash johnny's lives- lao and johnny will chat with ppl and raiden usually sits nearby but also doesnt love being on camera- so he's given his privacy unless he tells johnny otherwise

the four are well known at the closest ER- johnny is very clumsy and living with antique swords, a chakram hat, several super sharp kitchen knives, and a lot of glass antiques as well can lead to a lot injuries- the night nurse knows the four of them fairly well and johnny is always sure to send her little gifts during the holidays and on her birthday- she's like an honorary fifth member of their lil family

unless he's cooking, going out, or working out, raiden leaves his hair down- all three of his bfs love running their hands through it

johnny does skin care nights for his bfs- he pampers himself and all of them with face masks and special treatments, they make a night of it and order in and put some music on while they chill in comfy clothes and indulge in self care

kenshi is a master at massages- his bfs are always spoiled if they complain of back pain or sore muscles-

lao will make cookie dough if he cant sleep, and several times all three of his bfs have caught him up at 4 am leant over the counter mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough before shoving the bowl in the fridge and getting dragged back upstairs

kenshi smokes sometimes when he's stressed or needs to think smth over- johnny used to smoke and sometimes joins kenshi outside just for the smell, though johnny has stolen cigarettes before when he was a little too stressed with work

raiden and lao are always dragging johnny and kenshi away from work late at night- they both overwork themselves and it's always "one more thing" until it's 2 am and then raiden and lao go and drag them off to bed

lao has music going 24/7- it's impossible to catch him without an ear bud in (he listens to all sorts of music but johnny and kenshi introduced him to rap and dad rock and that's a good portion of his music)

lao also listens to a lot of hip hop and can be caught dancing around the house to whatever is playing

that's all i got for now- it's almost 2 am for me so now i must go to bed lmao, but i love polychamps so much 🥺💖

#johnshi #railao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #mk1 #ghost's ouija board #johnrailaoshi

[marleneoftheopera]

Holiday Audio/Video Gifts!

For the holiday season, here are some audio gifts from various shows and one Phantom video! The link to them is here and the info is below the cut:

Happy holidays and I hope you are all having time for some rest!

Audios

POTO

Jon Robyns, Paige Blankson, Joe Griffiths-Brown, Kelly Glyptis, Matt Harrop, Adam Linstead, Francesca Ellis, David Kristopher Brown, Maiya Hikasa August 22, 2023; London

Tim Howar, Harriet Jones, Nadim Naaman, Lara Martins, Nicholas Garrett, Arvid Larsen, John Ellis, Valerie Cutko, Kelsi Boyden March 19, 2023; Greece

Josh Piterman, Corinne Cowling (u/s), Danny Whitehead, Katy Hanna (u/s), Ross Dawes, Kris Manuel (u/s), Sophie Caton (u/s), Paul Ettore Tabone, Georgia Ware October 17, 2019; London ​Matinee.

Jeremy Stolle (u/s), Samantha Hill, Greg Mills (u/s), Michele McConnell, Richard Poole (u/s), Tim Jerome, Ellen Harvey, Christian Sebek, Kara Klein, Scott Mikita (u/s) March 9, 2013; Broadway Matinee performance.

John Owen-Jones, Deborah Dutcher, Matthew Cammelle, Bruce Montague, Charles Shirvell, Margaret Mary Kane (u/s), Janet Murphy, Jeremy Secomb, Lucy Middleton January 5, 2002; London

Love Never Dies

Tam Mutu, Celia Graham, David Thaxton, Daniel Dowling August 25, 2011; London Tam Mutu's last performance.

Les Miserables

Christopher Jacobsen (u/s Jean Valjean), Stewart Clarke (Javert), Katie Hall (Fantine), Will Callan (Marius), Lulu-Mae Pears (Cosette), Amena El-Kindy (Eponine), Luke Kempner (Thenardier), Claire Machin (Madame Thenardier), Dejan Van der Flyert (Enjolras), Alex Shaw (Gavroche), Clohe Sullivan (Little Cosette), Tom Hext (Grantaire/Majordomo), Adam Pearce (Bishop/Claquesous), Ellie Ann Lowe (Factory Girl), Jordan Simon Pollard (u/s Foreman/Bujon), Matt Dempsey (Bamatabopis/Lesgles), Annabelle Aquino, Hazel Baldwin, Emily Olive Boyd, Ben Culleton, Matt Hayden, Sam Kipling, Anouk Van Lake, Harry Lake, Ben Oatley, Jonathan Stevens, Phoebe Williams, Ollie Wray September 28, 2023; London 15,000th show in London and the 5th show for the new company.

Sunset Boulevard

Nicole Scherzinger (Norma), Tom Francis (Joe Gillis), David Thaxton (Max von Mayerling), Grace Hodgett Young (Betty Shaefer), Ahmed Hamaad (Artie), Tyler Davis (Sheldrake), Charlotte Jaconelli (Johanna), Jon Tsouras (Cecil B. de Mille) September 28, 2023; London

Rebecca

Laureen Jones (I), Richard Carson (Maxim de Winter), Kara Lane (Mrs Danvers), Sara Harlington (Beatrice), Neil Moor (Giles), Piers Bate (Frank Crewley), David Breeds (Ben), Alex James Ward (Jack Favell), Shrley Jameson (Mrs Van Hopper), Nicholas Lumley (Colonel Julian) September 27, 2023; Off-West End

POTO Video

Ian Jon Bourg, Olivia Safe (u/s), Kyle Gonyea 2001; Hamburg, Germany VOB files. One of the most legendary Phantom's opposite one of the youngest Christine's!

#as always if any have to be removed do let me know! #audio gift #video gift #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #les miserables #love never dies #rebecca #sunset boulevard #jon robyns #paige blankson #nicole scherzinger #ian jon bourg #kara lane #richard carson #christopher jacobsen #stewart clarke #katie hall #tam mutu #celia graham #tim howar #harriet jones #nadim naaman #jeremy stolle #samantha hill #greg mills #josh piterman #corinne cowling #danny whitehead

[kwebtv]

The Three Musketeers - BBC - November 13, 1966 - January 15, 1967

Drama (10 episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Jeremy Brett as D'Artagnan

Brian Blessed as Porthos

Jeremy Young as Athos

Gary Watson as Aramis

Mary Peach as Milady de Winter

Patrick Holt as Lord de Winter

Richard Pasco as Cardinal Richelieu

Edward Brayshaw as Rochefort

Billy Hamon as Planchet

Milton Johns as Grimaud

Kathleen Breck as Madame Constance Bonacieux

Michael Miller as M. de Treville

Simon Oates as Duke of Buckingham

Carole Potter as Anne of Austria

#The Three Musketeers #TV #BBC #Drama #1960's #Jeremy Brett #Brian Blessed #Jeremy Young #Gary Watson #Mary Peach

[neednottoneed]

fictober 22: "who takes care of you?"

(I know I missed Fictober completely but better late than never)

Written for @jon-withnoh just because they’re so good at writing soft Danny and Ich, and because I missed writing these two.

wc: 853

”Who takes care of you?”

It’s been rattling around in her head since the girl asked it. It disarmed her, though she knows she didn’t show it at the time. 

”I take care of everything, Madam. The staff, the house, every last detail, the way I did for Mrs. de Winter before she passed.”

”That’s all well and good, Mrs. Danvers, but who takes care of you?”

She’s not sure the girl meant to ask it. Not really. Certainly she knows the girl doesn’t care about the answer. It’s a rhetorical question, after all. There is no answer. Danny takes care of herself, she always has. Ever since she came to Manderley—before, even. A woman of her station has to be self-sufficient, and she knew long before she even accepted the position that there would be no husband, not for her. 

Once, she’d hoped the answer to that question might be Rebecca. But that was before Manderley, before Maxim de Winter, back when it was just the two of them and Danny was nothing more than a lady’s maid. And that hope died long before Rebecca did. 

No. No one takes care of Mrs. Danvers. She won’t let anyone get close enough to take care of her anymore, and she tells herself that is how things must be. If someone is close enough for her to ever show that kind of vulnerability, then something is wrong. 

It would be nice, though, a voice whispers in her ear, late at night when she’s certain she is the only one in the house still awake. Just once it would be nice, for someone to massage her shoulders at the end of the day, for someone to check if she’s eaten enough the night before a ball. 

You’d let the girl take care of you, wouldn’t you? But then, you’d want her to take care of you in other ways… 

She closes her eyes against the thought, and she tries to sleep. 

Months pass, and against all odds, she finds herself warming up to the new Mrs. de Winter. She is nothing like Rebecca, and in a moment of weakness Danny admits to herself that that is refreshing. She has none of Rebecca’s temper, none of her impulse to lash out—certainly she’s never seen the girl angry, not even for things she should perhaps be angry about. And she’s never seen Maxim this… domestic. 

It happens one morning, though looking back she cannot pinpoint the exact moment. She’s dusting in the morning room, and the girl is writing letters—she’s had far more to write, now, since the costume ball a few months back—when she hears one of the maids come in with a tray. 

It’s too early for tea, she thinks automatically, and then has to stop herself. It’s too early for Rebecca to have wanted tea, but the new Mrs. de Winter likes hers while she works. What really surprises her, is that when she turns to make sure the maid has set the tea in the correct spot, that there are two places set. 

“I thought Mr. de Winter was out this morning,” she says. 

“He is,” Mrs. de Winter says. “The other cup is for you.” 

“I’m busy, Madam.” 

“You can rest for five minutes, Mrs. Danvers,” the girl says, and there’s the steel in her voice which Danny has only heard a few times before, but which seems to be there more and more each day.. The girl is finally growing a spine. “I don’t think the books will accumulate more dust if you stop for tea.” 

It’s this small joke that makes Danny turn. There was a time only recently the girl wouldn’t have dared say such a thing in front of Danny, that she wouldn’t have even glanced her way. Now she is staring at her expectantly, her back straight, and she is sitting in the chair in the morning room and for the first time Danny does not think of it as Rebecca’s chair. 

Rebecca, who would never have asked Danny for tea like this, because it’s not proper. Because Rebecca was aware of their stations, the line between them clearly demarcated in a way Mrs. de Winter is either too ignorant or naive to see. 

Still, Danny sits. And she accepts the tea. 

“What are you doing?” she asks softly, as Mrs. de Winter pours. “And don’t say pouring tea. You know that’s not what I mean.” 

“I’m taking care of you,” Mrs. de Winter says simply. 

“Why?” 

“Because someone should,” she says. And with that she reaches forward and takes Danny’s hand, and Danny is too shocked to object. Mrs. de Winter begins gently massaging her palm, and Danny is so startled she almost pulls away.

Almost.

But she doesn’t. She lets Mrs. de Winter take care of her, because she is offering, because she is there. And because it has been far too long since anyone has taken care of her, and it might be nice—for a change. 

So many things are changing around Manderley nowadays, anyway. 

Why shouldn’t this?

#rebecca das musical #daphne du maurier #rebecca #danvich #mrs danvers #my fic #jon-withnoh #some fluff for you! #fictober23

[gayest-classiclit]

a list of people in the classic literature sexyperson bracket

the following are already on the sexypedia and automatically in:

hamlet, hamlet

atticus finch, to kill a mockingbird

rodion raskolnikov, crime and punishment

sherlock holmes, the sherlock holmes books

arsene lupin, the arsene lupin books

frankenstein's monster/adam, frankenstein

jonathan harker, dracula. (his wife mina is tagteaming w/ him)

gerald croft, an inspector calls

big brother, 1984

erik/the phantom, phantom of the opera

mercutio, romeo and juliet

and the following have been submitted:

inspector goole, an inspector calls

benedetto, the count of monte cristo

edmond dantes, the count of monte cristo

gaspard caderousse, the count of monte cristo

quincey morris, dracula

ivan karamazov, the brothers karamazov

anatole kuragin and helene bezukhova, war and peace

dmitri razumikhin, crime and punishment

nastasya filippovna, the idiot

jean valjean, les miserables

captain hook, peter pan

dorian gray and basil hallward, the picture of dorian gray

charles bingley, pride and prejudice

carmilla, carmilla

helen of troy, greek mythology

benedick and beatrice, much ado about nothing

irene adler, the sherlock holmes books

annabel lee, annabel lee

violacesario, twelfth night

clopin trouillefrou, the hunchback of notre dame

lady macbeth, macbeth

therem harth ir em estraven, the left hand of darkness

eugene onegin, eugene onegin

alyosha karamazov, the brothers karamazov

count dracula, dracula

jesus christ and judas iscariot, the bible

henry jekyll, the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde

cathy ames, east of eden

enjolras, les miserables

hotspur, henry iv part 1

balladyna, balladyna

jay gatsby and daisy buchanan, the great gatsby

ruy blas, ruy blas

grendel's mother, beowulf

gregor samsa, the metamorphosis (by proxy)

eugene de rastignac, the human comedy

chloe, froth on the daydream

the duke de nemours, la princess de cleves

emma bovary, madame bovary

behemoth, the master and margarita

grantaire, les miserables

jane bennet, pride and prejudice

catherine, wuthering heights

milady de winter, the three musketeers

mephistopheles, faust

woland, the master and margarita

medea, greek mythology

prince hal from the henriad

fitzwilliam darcy from pride and prejudice

the woman behind the wallpaper from the yellow wallpaper

don rodrigue from the folktales

robin hood from the folktales this brings us to 63 entries so far! :)

#classic lit sexyperson bracket

[my18thcenturysource]

Portrait of Vivienne Westwood by Christian Shambenait

It took me a few days, but with the death of icon-goddess-genius Vivienne Westwood, I had to make a post here about her work and how massively influential she was during her lifetime, and why her influence will remain for years to come.

"I take something from the past that has a sort of vitality that has never been exploited – like the crinoline – and get very intense. In the end you do something original because you overlay your own ideas." Vivienne Westwood

Born in 1941 in Tintwistle, Cheshire, Vivienne Westwood (nèe Swire) did not have a "traditional" path into fashion and design, even though she took a course of jewellery at the Harrow Art School (she thought it was not for her, being a working-class girl), she became a primary school teacher and got married with Derek Westwood, had a kid... But she was a maker of things and a creative mind, and made her own wedding dress and jewellery that she sold at a stall.

Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood at the Let It Rock store (London, January 1972).

But all of that was about to change when she met Malcolm McLaren. She got divorced, moved with him and had another son. McLaren became the manager of the Sex Pistols and with Westwood, they became a creative duo who dressed the band and became VERY influential during th punk era. We must add the after that they opened a store called SEX, which was the meeting place for the punk scene in London in the 1970s. So, yeah. punk wouldn't look like it does without Vivienne Westwood.

"Vivienne and Malcolm use clothes to shock, irritate and provoke a reaction but also to inspire change. Mohair jumpers, knitted on big needles, so loosely that you can see all the way through them, T-shirts slashed and written on by hand, seams and labels on the outside, showing the construction of the piece; these attitudes are reflected in the music we make. It's OK to not be perfect, to show the workings of your life and your mind in your songs and your clothes." Viv Albertine

This era of Westwood's design has a lot of collaboration, especially with McLaren, and they produced under the Worlds End label until 1985. These collections have each a theme and a name, and here is when we star seeing Vivienne Westwood's eye and curiosity for historical fashion, as well as nods and details especially from the 18th and 19th centuries. Of course, it was the 80s and all was way more colourful than what we thing of more contemporary Vivienne Westwood, but you can see that EVERYTHING was already there in the period which she dubbed as "New Romantic" with collections like Witches, Punkature, and Pirate.

Raincoat and belt, from the 1983 Witches collection, Victoria & Albert Museum.

Ensemble from the 1982 Pirates collection, Victoria & Albert Museum.

Knitted top from the 1983 Witches collection, featuring Keith Haring's graffiti.

The 1988-1991 era is called "The Pagan Years", and we can see the change of the main looks from punks to girls in clothes that parodied the upper class. And it is then that I think the ultimate Vivienne Westwood is seen: corsets, crinolines, tartan, colourful stripes... Here is when we begin to see the historical references taken to a extreme, mixed with the modern word and sense of humour, while always being perfectly made and patterned and fun for all genders.

Here some of my favourite ones:

Vivienne Westwood black satin corset with metallic gold pattern, ss 1992 Stays, late 17th-early 18th century, Met Museum.

Vivienne Westwood autumn/winter 2020.

Fashion illustration on L’Elegant, 1853.

Carmagnole Jacket, France, c. 1790 / Sans-culotte Trousers, France, c. 1790, Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

Vivienne Westwood, autumn/winter 2021.

"Watteau" evening dress, 1996, Vivienne Westwood, Victoria & Albert Museum. "L’enseigne de Gersaint" (detail), Jean-Antoine Watteau.

Vivienne Westwood, autumn/winter 2022.

Portrait of Madame X, 1884, John Singer Sargent.

Madonna in her Fever video, 1993, wearing Vivienne Westwood. Gold leather corset, sleeves and mini skirt, 'Time Machine' ss 1988, Vivienne Westwood.

Always a creative force and a punk at heart, Vivienne Westwood was also an activist, putting front and center important causes like climate change, or sustainability and transparency in the brand's supply chain.

Rose McGowan walking the autumn/winter 2019 Vivienne Westwood catwalk.

Designer Vivienne Westwood looks through the glass toward the media during a photocall at a retrospective exhibition to celebrate her 30 years in the fashion industry, at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, Tuesday March 30, 2004.

What is your favourite look/garment of this iconic designer? And does it have an historical reference? Let us all know!

#vivienne westwood #fashion #18th century #19th century #victorian #tartan #punk #1970s #1980s #1990s

[chicinsilk]

Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Fall/Winter 1954-55 “Jolie Madame de France” Suzy Parker wears “Aquamarine”, a lynx-trimmed coat and dress set in aquamarine cotton and rayon ottoman by Hurel.

Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1954-55 "jolie Madame de France" Suzy Parker porte "Aquamarine", ensemble manteau parementé de lynx et robe en ottoman aigue-marine coton et rayonne de Hurel.

Photo Gisèle de la Bégassière

#haute couture #pierre balmain #fashion 50s #1954-55 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #aquamarine #lynx #suzy parker #gisèle de la bégassière #hurel #jolie madame de france

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 48, 28 novembre 1897, Paris. Toilette d'hiver: Mantelet en velours violet. Modèle de chez Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43. Chapeau de la Maison Lenthéric. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Description de la gravure coloriée:

Toque-béret, à fond plat incliné sur le côté droit, violet, brodé d'argent. Bouillonné entourant la calotte et sur le côté gauche, une crosse de fantaisie, formée de deux plumes d'autruche-couteau blanches, bordées d'un petit tour de plumes gris argent. Petite touffe plumes molles noires, surmontant une tête d'oiseau, blanche, enfouie dans une torsade de gaze blanche. Sur les cheveux un bouquet de violettes de Parme.

Mantelet d'hiver pour visites, en velours violet, garni d'une riche broderie, découpée et appliquée. La partie supérieure ajustée dans le dos, est ornée d'un grand col Médicis en zibeline dorée, soutenu d'un large nœud de ruban assorti à la broderie, et garni d'une longue boucle en strass. Sur les côtes le mantelet forme de vastes manches-collet, qui recouvrent d'autres manches ajustées aux bras. En avant, le mantelet tombe droit, en deux pans-étole, étroits, bordés de fourrure semblable au col, ainsi que le bas des manches, et la basque en arrière, qui termine le mantelet très court par derrière.

Jupe en satin gris perle, brodée au bas, de quilles dégradées de hauteur. La partie inférieure est garnie d'une étroite bande de zibeline.

Manchon de zibeline.

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Toque-beret, with a flat bottom inclined to the right side, purple, embroidered with silver. Bubbling surrounding the crown and on the left side, a fancy crosse, formed of two white ostrich-knife feathers, edged with a small round of silver-grey feathers. Small tuft of soft black feathers, surmounting a bird's head, white, buried in a twist of white gauze. On the hair a bouquet of Parma violets.

Winter coat for visits, in purple velvet, trimmed with rich embroidery, cut and applied. The fitted upper part in the back is adorned with a large Medici collar in golden sable, supported by a large ribbon bow matching the embroidery, and trimmed with a long rhinestone buckle. On the sides, the cloak forms wide collar sleeves, which cover other sleeves fitted to the arms. In front, the cloak falls straight, in two narrow stole sections, edged with similar fur at the collar, as well as the bottom of the sleeves, and the basque behind, which ends the very short cloak from behind.

Pearl gray satin skirt, embroidered at the bottom, with graduated quilles. The lower part is trimmed with a narrow strip of sable.

Sable muff.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1890s #1897 #periodical #fashion plate #fashion #cover #color #description #Forney #dress #winter #coat #cape #mantle #Modèles de chez #Madames Coussinet-Piret #Maison Lenthéric

[jon-withnoh]

fellow enjoyer of danbea identified, how about something about photographs? :)

“You rang, Madam?”

Rebecca barely looked up from her work, only motioned for her to come into the room. “I need you to sort through this deluge of letters for me.”

“Very well, Madam.” Danny approached the desk, eyeing the towering stack of envelopes. Some had been torn open, some neatly sliced with a letter opener. Only a few at the top remained sealed.

“Here, sit.” Rebecca pointed at a low stool next to her and Danny took her seat, awaiting instructions. “Sort through this pile and hand me anything I should attend to before I go to London.”

“Yes, Madam.” Danny reached out with both hands and let the mass of letters drop into her lap. She went through them one by one. A few she handed to Rebecca at once, others found a place to one side, ready to be answered once Rebecca returned from her outing. Among the newer, unopened letters was a thick envelope addressed to Rebecca and Mr de Winter both. The name and address on the back proved it to be from Mr de Winter’s sister. Danny lowered the letter opener. She stared at the envelope in her lap, smoothing it out with her fingers. It was heavy, heavier than any of the other letters. Had Mrs Lacy sent something special? A card, perhaps, or a photograph of her and her husband on their travels?

Danny glanced at Rebecca. She seemed completely absorbed in her work, having just pulled a fresh sheet of paper towards her. Danny watched her write out the date in careful strokes. Reassured, Danny took up the letter opener again and slipped it into the small gap between the flap and body of the envelope. The blade, shaped like a dagger, cut through the paper easily. Danny reached inside the envelope, carefully pulling out its contents. The letter was short, cheery and to the point as most of Mrs Lacy’s correspondence tended to be. Underneath was a picture postcard of the Scottish Highlands, and underneath that a photograph of Mrs Lacy and her husband, bundled up in cold weather gear, holding walking sticks. 

With another glance at Rebecca, Danny picked up the photograph. Even in the black and white picture it was obvious how well Mrs Lacy looked. She had one hand on her husband’s shoulder and was beaming at the camera, her cheeks flushed with the cold. Danny’s mouth twitched into a small smile. Quickly, she bowed her head. She brushed Mrs Lacy’s face with her thumb. She could picture herself there, standing next to Mrs Lacy in hiking gear and boots, listening to her talk about the drive, the paths and the weather. Unlike Rebecca, she would not grow bored, even if Mrs Lacy began to repeat herself, as she was wont to do. She would stand closeby and smile, and hand out water once Mrs Lacy stopped to draw breath. Mrs Lacy would say Thank you, Miss Danvers in that resolute tone of hers, I don’t know what we’d do without you and Danny would bow her head to hide how much the words pleased her. 

Later, when they returned to the rented house, Danny would stand to one side in the hall, watching Rebecca and Mrs Lacy peel out of their coats and boots. Mrs Lacy would come to her before going upstairs and put a hand on her shoulder. It would be nothing out of the ordinary, she had done it before. There now, Miss Danvers, she would say. You brought us back safe and sound, just as I knew you would. Mrs Lacy would ignore Rebecca rolling her eyes and would squeeze Danny’s shoulder before excusing herself with a nod and a smile. 

“What have you got there?”

Danny jumped. “A letter from Mrs Lacy. She’s send a picture postcard and a photograph from Scotland.”

“Oh.” Rebecca pulled a face. “I suppose I’ll have to call her when I get back from London. Put it to the side for now, it’s certainly not pressing.” 

“Of course, Madam. As you wish.”

We can have some Danbea pining, as a treat 💛

#rebecca das musical #my fic #mrs danvers #Danbea #tumblr oneshots #thank you for the prompt!

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Phantom of the Opera Soundscape Library

This is a masterlist of PotO inspired soundscapes I've created. I struggled for weeks to find good ASMR ambience for writing until my good friend @enigmawritesstuff put me on to the myNoise.net sound generator.

Though I created these for some of the hyper-specific settings in my fic When the Longing Returns, (the stable, the dormitory, etc.), they're also good for general PotO ambience. I figure if I can't find good Lair or opera house asmr, most other writers and readers probably can't either. So please, consider this a resource, my gift to you, for the good of all Phan-kind.

Wandering Child (Church Bells (slow), Wind and tree creaks, Wind, Church Bells (faster), Footsteps in snow, Crows, Carriage, Horse and harness, Wind 2, Horse hooves)

Cemetery Walk Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

Carriage House/Opera Stable (Distant Bells, ambient tone, barn/stable, horse munching, distant crowd chatter, distant clatter 1, footsteps, distant clatter 2, blacksmith hammer, rustling hay)

Opera House (Low ambient string tone, deep ambient tone, higher string tone, fireplace crackle, distant singing, flame, crowd chatter, steps, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Hallway Preset

Refectory Preset

Foyer Preset (Crowded)

Foyer Preset (Empty)

Empty Stage Preset

Dressing Room Preset

Backstage (Low ambient strings, deep ambient tone, higher ambient strings, ambient horns, flame, crowd chatter, distant clatter (2 kinds), hammering, gaslight hiss)

Ballet Dormitory (Ambient tone, blowing fabric, bells, window wind, wooden creaks (2 kinds), whispering, morning birds, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Day Preset

Bedtime Preset

Night Preset

In the Bois (Background Paris, winter wind, Church Bells, snowy footsteps, trotting horses, birds, carriages, children playing, snow thaw, cheery babble)

Phantom's Lair (Lapping water, oar/pole in water, low ambient tone, organ music, lantern/gate squeak, torch/flame, horse & harness, footsteps, pen scratching paper, dripping water)

Tunnel Walk Preset

Boat Ride Preset

Erik Composing Preset

The Setting Sun Inn (Church bells, Chatter, Fireplace (three kinds), footsteps, coin clink, table sounds, wind whistle, light snow) Note: This is the first scape I've done exclusively for Gaston Leroux's novel. When Raoul follows Christine to Perros they lodge at the little inn there, called the Setting Sun, run by one Mme. Tricarde.

Breton Winter (Chilly coastal sounds, night birds, wind rustling heather, crashing waves, light snow) Another 'scape for Leroux, also for The Magic Violin. I've tried to capture the hillside on the edge of the moor overlooking the sea where Christine tells Raoul about her visits from "the Angel of Music"

Other Soundscapes

Chateau Destler (For Guardian Angel by @madamedestler)

Chateau de Chagny (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapter's 1 and 3)

Christine's Room Preset

Engagement Party Preset

Madame Bassett's (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapters 2, 14, and 15 )

Lounge Preset

Claire's Room Preset

Lyon Cottage (For The Phantom's Atonement by @madamedestler)

Cozy Evening Preset (With Rain)

Cozy Evening Preset (No Rain)

Spring Afternoon Preset

Church Saint-Jacques (For Corpus Christi by @madamedestler. A little combination of Church echo, wooden creaks, fabric rustle, and most important for any sinful assignation--rain and thunder. This is such a vivid setting for a fic, and I really wanted an excuse to do a Cathedral scape. The Church Saint-Jacques is one of the two actual churches in Perros-Guirec. The one that features in Leroux's book may be the other: the Chapel Notre-Dame-de-la-Clarte)

Christine's Sleeping Cell Preset

Night Confession Preset

Sounds of St. Florent (For Sacred by TryingNotToLoveYou. This is such a breath of fresh air. Very specific to the fic because of the Corsica setting, but really good fun because of all the sounds one doesn't often get to use for a PotO scape.)

Boat Ride Preset

Dining Hall Preset

Rain Dance Preset

In Church Preset

For Salvation by TryingNotToLoveYou

Walk from Vornay (For Chapters 1 and 3)

Tavern Preset

Windy Walk Preset

Chateaux Menetou

Chateaux by Night Preset

Chateaux by Day Preset

Dinner Preset

By the Stream Preset

Horse Ride Preset

Bellanger Ball (For Chapters 18 and 19)

At the Ball Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

#phantom of the opera #poto #soundscapes #ambience #poto ambience #the phantom of the opera #when the longing returns #poto fanfiction

[notinmyvocab]

15, Danvich 😌

Damn we really our angst, don't we?

(@jon-withnoh guess who finally wrote for the Rebecca fandom again??)

The Worst Possible Time

A kiss. The worst possible timing. In more ways than one.

Tears pricked her eyes. She should have known that Maxim would never love her as much as Rebecca. Always Rebecca.

The costume ball had been a terrible idea. She thought she would be lovely dressed as Maxim's great aunt. But he had been furious and even after she changed, he barely looked at her the entire night.

It finally became too much. She imagined every guest whispering about her, comparing her to darling Rebecca.

Even in her sadness, she could not escape Maxim's first wife. She was in Rebecca's old room, drawn by her ghost. The sound of the sea beckoned to her now; perhaps it was Rebecca's ghost continuing to call for her.

"Madam?"

She whirled around to find Mrs. Danvers standing closer than expected. Dreaded Mrs. Danvers who made the costume suggestion, who brought her down every available chance.

"You did this on purpose!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "You knew the entire time; this was because of you!"

"I thought you would look like her," Mrs. Danvers said quietly, almost too quietly to hear.

"Why do you hate me so?"

Mrs. Danvers was taken aback. Hate? That was certainly a strong word. "I don't hate you."

"You do. You must to put me through such torture! And now Maxim despises me and for what? For a cruel trick?"

"I needed to see her again!" Mrs. Danvers snapped. Her hands were clenched into fists by her side. "I needed... I thought you would look like her."

"Like Rebecca?" She scoffed, her sadness evolving into anger. "Of course, always Rebecca. Never me! Never my name! Just the second Mrs. De Winter." Rebecca was dead. Yet she was the one who felt like a ghost.

She expected harsh words from Mrs. Danvers. She expected to be mocked, to be told of course it was always about Rebecca and how could she think it would ever be about anyone else?

What she didn't expect was Mrs. Danvers pressing her lips against hers in a soft kiss. It wasn't probing or demanding. Just soft and even a little sad.

She stepped back away from the housekeeper, heart fluttering and feeling confused more than anything. "Danny..."

Danny stepped forward, and this time there was no resistance when they kissed again, Danny bringing her arms around the younger woman to hold her close. There wasn't love, but there was a softness that neither woman had known for a very long time.

But it couldn't last. Danny found her arms empty all of a sudden.

"...Madam?"

"I am not Rebecca."

Mrs. Danver's gaze dropped to the ground as she internally cursed herself. Stupid, stupid woman. "No, you're not."

A loud booming came from the ocean. Both women went to the large window in time to see the remnants of a flare gun's signal raining down from the sky. A ship was in trouble.

#rebecca #daphne du maurier #my writing #danvich #angst #rebecca das musical