Harris in beautiful cursive

Calligraphy

2010.03.08 21:17 tribute Calligraphy

/Calligraphy is a community for people interested in the art of beautiful writing. Whether you've been writing for decades or are looking to pick up the pen for the first time, we invite you to join us! Check out the wiki & beginner's guide: https://www.reddit.com/Calligraphy/wiki/beginners
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2015.09.20 08:58 Richard Wright for President

Richard Wright is the best and he will be missed. His name will be invoked only with good tidings, and we will worship him.
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2015.12.14 04:08 KnutesNiche Share your experiences and concerns

A place for people from all walks of life to share their or other people's experiences dealing with the topic.
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2024.04.29 17:47 Madagascar003 Imagine what the Dursleys' reaction would have been, especially their son Dudley, if Harry had officially introduced them to his wife Ginny.

Let's face it, Ginny has grown up over the years to become a beautiful, sublime young woman. In fact, during her years at Hogwarts, she had a certain success with boys, and even though she dated 2 of them before Harry, Harry remained the only man she loved. So what would the Dursley family think of Harry having success with Ginny, who is also a witch? Would Dudley feel a certain jealousy for his cousin Harry? Would he want to court Ginny?
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2024.04.29 17:38 EldenMiss TIL that Fiona Shaw is married to Sri Lankan author Sonali Deraniyagala.

TIL that Fiona Shaw is married to Sri Lankan author Sonali Deraniyagala.
Loved her ever since Harry Potter and especially in Killing Eve. She married in her late 50s. Their story is so beautiful, I‘ll link it in the comments!
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2024.04.29 16:41 QuirkyBandicoot7109 Wrote a love letter to my ex

So me and my ex went through a lot of things and it ended due to me being to immature at the time and going through a low mental state and not being able to get my sh** together. But we’ve talked and seen each other a handful of times over the years since and it’s always so perfect. I definitely fumbled the love of my life. And I knew it back then and I still feel it. And I know the typical “lesbians are always in love with their ex” deal but I’ve had other lesbian exs and it’s not the same at all as it is with this girl. The last time we talked she didn’t really want to talk to me because I fucked it up again before that. But we were both dealing with a lot at the time and going through our own things and the timing just didn’t feel right. The last time I got in contact with her all she said was “she can’t do this rn”and hung up. I try to call her now but I’m blocked. I keep trying every now and then with the chance she unblocked me but I don’t know what to do. I want to respect her space and stuff but I felt like I had to tell her how I really feel, because one of the last times we talked she told me she didn’t really know how I felt. Which broke my heart because I really do love her so much and she consumes my mind 24/7. So a few days ago I wrote a beautiful letter (letters were our thing that we always did), 4 pages one sided in cursive because I didn’t want to be too long and crazy but I sent it out and I’ve been freaking out since thinking about if she’s gotten it yet or what. Kinda mad at myself because there’s soooo much more I wanted to say but I told her I still love her so much and I feel and how I’ve felt for years. But what would you guys do if you got a letter from your ex?
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2024.04.29 15:54 Orikumar What is your interpretation of All Of Us Strangers?

Yesterday I finally was able to watch All Of Us Strangers. I had a lot of hype about it. The first bit I found it a bit slow, which doesn't mean it was bad. I just had a bittersweet taste in my mouth when I finished it and lots of questions popped into my mind as I absorbed everything.
I questioned my own perception, and how gullible I was, which cheers to the writers and director because it wasn't predictable at all.
I'm not sure if I'm overthinking too much or if it is indeed that complicated although it looked simple.
It's something I haven't been able to get out of my mind and I still keep thinking about it and how many options there are to choose from to interpret that movie.
Ultimately, the beauty of "All of Us Strangers", in my opinion, lies in inviting viewers to bring their own interpretations to the table. Whether viewed as a meditation on chance, a reflection on existentialism, or something entirely different, the film's rich tapestry of themes ensures that each viewing experience is as unique as the individual watching it. So, fellow strangers, I invite you to share your thoughts and interpretations, in our collective reflections and see if there are parts about it that I haven't thought of before.
The feeling of being constantly tricked during the movie and to what extent anything happens or it's Adam's imagination or mental illness.
Is everything triggered by Adam rejecting Harry that very first night? How long has it been during the whole period of the film? I wonder what the actual accuracy of the timeline is and how he knows where Harry lives if the death happened that very first night when they both joked about suicide in the building.
Was it obvious or did you have that same feeling of questioning everything?
I'm curious to know what you think.
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2024.04.29 15:08 Affectionate-Sea4619 [Thank you] March & April Mail

For the mods!
u/ljsweenes, thank you for the big corny postcard! I'll be sure to write something corny back to you.
u/grasshopper2231, love the Mercury postcard and the eclipse stamps are so cool. Thank you for feeding my space geekiness.
u/duck_with_bat_wings, thank you for the book card. I'll be sure to send something back.
u/TyeDyeAmish, thank you for the weed card! I'll send you another card with a response.
u/heenbeen, your card put the biggest smile on my face. Thank you for the pokemon cards, the stickers and the jeju pika is so damn cute. My best friend was fawning over your neat, little handwriting. I'll send a nice thank you back!
u/inhalemybees43, thank you for the Porco Rosso card. It is one of my favorites :)
u/Aviana9, thank you for the lovely card. I'm happy to get my first set of Bulgarian stamps.
u/princecowboy, safe trip to Europe and please don't forget to try sticky toffee pudding in the UK. Give some scritches to the goodest Cowboy in the world.
u/Which_Flan_9504, thank you for the sticker card. Hope your schedule has eased up a bit by now. Thank you for the beautiful stamps!
u/Keqani, thank you for the Bepo card and the cute stickers.
u/ying-tao, thank you for the beautiful Nausicaa card. I really love this movie.
u/Causarius, you've asked some important One Piece questions. I'll send a reply over post :) Love the little "ran out of room" scribble :D
u/PinkPingin, thank you for the lovely Miriam Makeba card.
u/RideThatBridge, thank you for the beautiful Lola Alvarez-Bravo card.
u/Boomer1717, I loved the dad joke, it was hilarious! Thank you for the Emmy Noether card ;)
u/inconsolableonion, thank you for the WALL-E and Eve doodle, I love this movie too.
u/boyegcs, thank you for the Titan card. Did you get to try more tiramisu again?
u/starboard44, I really appreciate this card. I become melancholic whenever winter passes and everything just feels too much. I like summer but not as much as I love winter. This card finally conveys how I feel right now. Thank you so much!
u/neverbeentooz, hope your PhD program is going well. Thank you for the Lava disneycard. I've to watch that one.
u/satanekochan, I hope things are a little kinder on your end these days. You're strong, don't forget that :) Thank you for the washi sample. If your address hasn't changed, I'd love to send you a card.
u/bulbasner, thank you for the pokemon cards! You sent me my favourites, aaah, I am so excited. Flareon is one of my favourite "Eevee-Lu-Tions".
u/LifeEssence, you got a cool address stamp. Thank you for the happy March mail.
u/AlfredTheButt-ler, thank you for the St. Paddy's mail and stickers. My leprechaun name is Spudsy McRainbowhair.
u/RaspberryPaper, thank you for the beautiful postcards with quotes from Alice.
u/blopbloopblooop, thank you for the lovely nature postcard. It's an eye-catching illustration.
u/seaofstars, thank you for the fortune mail and the art of magic stamp. It's so whimsical, thank you for the taking the time to do a reading for me :)
u/somewhatfoolish, thank you for Mapparium postcard. I do love stargazing. I had a telescope until it broke and now I just do without.
u/digitalmayhap, thank you for the printed postcards and stickers. I'll be sharing the extras with others RAoCers :)
u/spookyoneoverthere, I love getting mail from you. Thank you for the book recommendations. The Invisible Man & Infinite Jest postcards are so cool. The dinosaur stickers made me giggle like a kid, they go on my work phone :D. Did you finally start The Wind-Up Chronicle?
u/Lethbridge-Totty, thank you for the cute Pokemon card. We should start a sticky toffee pudding club :)
u/JayDeePea, I'm positively overwhelmed by the amount of lego stickers that you sent me. Everything was perfect from the Star Wars envelope, the harry potter stamps and the Men on the Moon postcard (I'm keeping that one). Thank you so much!
u/rosiealeo1, Love the Apollo Soyuz stamp! I'd rather have a personal chef because some days, I get lazy and don't eat properly.
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2024.04.29 13:37 loveirelandd Why is the Cliff of Moher so famous?

Why is the Cliff of Moher so famous?
In the heart of Ireland’s west coast lies one of the most breathtaking natural wonders the world has to offer – the Cliffs of Moher. Drawing over a million tourists each year, these cliffs are not just another tourist attraction. They hold a unique charm that leaves every visitor astonished with their sheer beauty and grandeur.

Cliffs of Moher
One of the reasons why the Cliffs of Moher are so famous is due to the diverse ecosystem that thrives on and around them. This hotspot is home to a wide range of flora and fauna, making it a paradise for nature lovers and birdwatchers. As many as 20 different species of birds can be seen here, including the ever-charming puffins, the majestic peregrine falcons and the rare choughs. The cliffs also serve as a breeding ground for a variety of seabirds, making the area a significant bird sanctuary.
Visit Ireland, Cliffs of Moher, County Clare
The cliffs' structure and geographical location also contribute to their fame. Rising 702 feet at their highest point and stretching for about 8 miles along the Atlantic coast, the Cliffs of Moher offer awe-inspiring views that are truly unparalleled. The cliffs' sheer drop into the ocean combined with the dramatic coastal scenery gives a sense of nature's unfathomable power. On clear days, one can even see the Aran Islands, Galway Bay and the Twelve Pins mountain ranges in Connemara.
But it's not just the natural beauty and biodiversity that make the Cliffs of Moher famous. Over the years, they have served as an iconic backdrop for numerous films, further immortalizing their beauty. If you're a movie buff, you might recognize them from the romantic comedy "Leap Year", where they added a touch of dramatic natural beauty to the film's storyline.
Fantasy enthusiasts will recall the cliffs as the "Cliffs of Insanity" from the cult classic, "The Princess Bride". More recently, the Cliffs of Moher were featured in the blockbuster movie franchise "Harry Potter". In "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince", Harry and Dumbledore venture into a mysterious cave located in the cliffs in search of Voldemort's Horcrux. These cinematic features have significantly boosted the cliffs' global recognition and appeal, making them a must-visit destination for movie fans worldwide. Learn more about which films were made at the Cliffs of Moher.
Experience the Cliffs of Moher with a Boat Tour
Experience the cliffs with a Boat Tour
But the Cliffs of Moher are not just about the stunning vistas and movie sets. They also have a rich historical and cultural significance. O'Brien's Tower, located at the highest point of the cliffs, was built in 1835 by Cornelius O'Brien as an observation point for the Victorian tourists. Today, it offers the best aerial views of the cliffs and the surrounding landscape. The Cliffs of Moher Visitor Centre, a uniquely designed underground building, provides insights into the cliffs' geology, history, flora and fauna.
The Cliffs of Moher are also steeped in Irish folklore and mythology. They are home to an ancient fort called Mothar, which gave the cliffs their name. According to legend, a witch named Mal fell in love with Cu Chulainn, Ireland's legendary hero. Rejected by him, she chased him across Ireland and fell to her death on the cliffs, giving them their name, 'Cliffs of Moher' or 'Cliffs of the ruin'.
In conclusion, the Cliffs of Moher's fame extends far beyond their staggering height and stunning views. Their rich biodiversity, cinematic fame, historical and cultural significance and captivating folklore all contribute to their worldwide popularity. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, a movie lover, a history buff, or a myth chaser, the Cliffs of Moher have something to offer for everyone.
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2024.04.29 12:27 RoohsMama 29 April 2011: as William and Catherine left the church, they only had eyes for each other. Guess where Meghan was looking at after her wedding 🤣

29 April 2011: as William and Catherine left the church, they only had eyes for each other. Guess where Meghan was looking at after her wedding 🤣
I love a good wedding as much as anyone else. The beautiful dresses, the flowers, the tears, and the vows of love as a couple embark on the unknown.
Today is William and Catherine’s 13th wedding anniversary. People still tell of how they flocked to see the fairytale wedding. Newspapers all over the world published photos of the golden couple.
The glitz and glamour fades over time. But we have the memories and the photos.
It’s so beautiful to see the look between Catherine and William as they exit the church. This is a couple who’ve been through thick and thin and ultimately decided they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
Harry and Meghan’s wedding was fantastical too, one which Meghan later distanced herself from. She claimed she only wanted a simple wedding and had in fact a garden ceremony with only the Archbishop of Canterbury in attendance.
The implication is that she did not marry Harry for his title or his money, but for love. No “pomp and circumstance” necessary.
However much I want to believe that, I can’t help but come back to this photo of hers as they leave the church.
She’s looking straight at the camera (as usual). Her face is glowing. Is it a look of love - or of triumph?
A marriage is for better or worse. For William and Catherine, we know after thirteen years it made them better. I cannot say the same for Harry and Meghan.
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2024.04.29 12:22 Lamedviv Domming Former Alpha Slave Mary, Part 6, Dubious Consent, Slavery, Bondage, Humiliation. Mistress Daci and Girl Mary get better acquainted through some erotic breathplay. Master Dave Summons The Other Ladies Over A Potential Visit By Mistress Ari.

Mary's Perspective
I'm nude, with my arms tied in a binder behind my back. I'm strapped to the left roll bar of one of the Queen Of Mean's Dune Buggies, secured above and below my breasts, at the waist, above my knees, and at my ankles to the roll bar with the sturdy but supple leather bindings her crew uses.
I'm panel gagged and hooded with a bondage ski mask. To the credit of the Queen Of Mean's crew, in concession to the hot day, it's a light, black canvas. Still holds the heat in, I miserably try to blink the sweat running down my face out of my eyes.
That bitch Mistress Daci is enjoying every second of it, deliberately driving over the roughest terrain, laughing when I'm jolted and bumped on my bondage post; telling me to shut up harshly when I let out muffled squeals and groans. I guess it beats the bitch suit, though not by much.
What exactly are we doing out here? What information I could gather, one of the first new episodes of the new season of Perseverance is going to take place mostly on the ground. Supposedly, Stellar Compact forces are mopping up stubborn pockets of N'Docc" and Amazonian warriors on a recently retaken planet, the scenes will include devastated woods and fields with possible hulks of war machines destroyed in the fighting.
Queen of Means crew are looking for places to secure Constance, Myself, and other extras during scenes. All I got from Miss Connor, is there'll be scenes of dead and dying slaves, tied to trees, posts and war machines, made up with gore prosthetics. According to her some of them will be unhurt or only slightly wounded despite being bound, and triaged to safety. I'm sure that won't be Constance or I, we'll have to wear the gore makeup and stay staked out the longest as dead slaves. The Triage scenes will be the shortest and easiest, reserved for the porn starlets and wannabes who suddenly want to volunteer for the surprise fetish hit show, not the likes of Bottom Slaves Mary and Constance.
Of course, according to the release material, both of us decided we're super submissives, and like being the lowest slaves, and treated as such, on and off the set. Technically we are volunteers, and could quit at any time. Realistically, we'd be broke and ruined, at least for a time, if we did. The contract I have with Master Henson, and Constance has with the Queen Of Mean, binds us to that as firmly as we' re bound to various objects throughout the day.
Constance actually does have more star billing this year, as Mistress Daci gleefully confided as she strapped me to this stupid buggy. She'll be Compact ace fighter pilot Rachael Willis, captured during a skirmish before the Battle Of Botany Bay.
The Amazonians have developed an experimental neural interface program that can read the brain's engrams of people's skills, and gradually teach and transfer them to people with a propensity for similar skills. Rachael will be the slave of a young Amazonian fighter pilot, played by Daci, of course. Despite her youth, her potential as a fighter pilot makes her a prime choice to take advantage of the computer's potential, and the exploitation of poor Major Rachael Willis. Though Daci's character is generally too young to formally have the honor of a Whipping Girl, she'll generally be treated almost the same. Except, since she's just a slave, and not a Whipping Girl, her honor as a Warrior won't even be remembered in the temple. She'll simply die a nameless, dignity less slave when they're done with exploiting.
Which is why she's not here, but in the Ready Room, being "trained" on her new role by Mistress Nora, Mistress Vasquez and Miss Connor. Yeah, she's not having a good time. Surely getting plenty of nipple flicks and slapped across the face with rolled up scripts by Mistresses Nora and Vasquez. Plus my Domme and the Hispanic girl like to yell and bluster in my face when they're frustrated with me. Yeah, I was in the Navy. Doesn't mean I enjoy being treated like that. Miss Connor, while usually cool and professional to even Constance and I, can be a first rate bitch when our slave asses piss her off.
I'd still rather be there than here. Mistress Daci, despite being a month shy of twenty, has been designated Top Domme by QOM for this expedition. The rest are new young recruit dommes, late teens to early twenties, eager to prove themselves, by "teaching" the only sub in this expedition, Bottom Slave Mary Williamson, almost age 26.
The Buggy comes to a halt abruptly, jolting me, making me "hmmph!". At Mistress Stoica's command, a young buzz cut asian girl, and even younger blue haired black girl, untie me and help me down with shocking patience. That evaporates as they frog march me to a tree, turn me around and force my back to it, then roughly rebind me to the tree.
The two dommes are dressed identically, White T-Shirts with "The Queen Mean"in Black Cursive font printed on them, a coiled bullwhip underneath. They're also wearing cutoff jeans shorts and black hiking boots. The two young mean girls shove and yell at their voluptuous blond slave girl as they tie her to the tree.
I'm tied the same way as to the Dune Buggy, above and below my bare breasts, at the waist, above the knees, at the ankles. Then the black Mistress smilingly straps my head to the tree, gleefully taking away even that small freedom from me.
The two of them get right up in my face on each side, berating me for fabricated infractions of QOM's strict rules for subs. Buzz Cut to my left, Blue Top to my right. They punctuate their tirades with nipple flicks and shin kicks, while I try to stay quiet and look attentive.
Then Daci says authoritatively, "Stop, Girls. You both have done very well. Mistress Daci want to talk to her thicc white baby girl, with big, juicy American ass." The two eager young apprentice dommes obediently back off to make way for their Top Domme.
I have to admit as she struts up to me she looks good, so sinuous, powerful, and authoritative. I'm bisexual and submissive, she's pushing all my buttons, despite myself, I'm sooo wet. She's wearing an old fashioned safari pith helmet, white button down shirt, white board shorts belted with a white web belt, and the same hiking boots as her two apprentice Dommes. It's all perfectly tailored to accentuate the slender blond girl's tomboyish yet alluring figure.
Her left hand fondles my right breast; her right hand reaches around to grab my waist, like she'd pull me to her. Aggressively, like a man. If I wasn't tied to a tree.
"My beautiful little blond Yankee sweetheart, I so happy your Mistress Nora let me spend time with you, PAWG. I like my ebony slave, fuck her with strap, and make her eat my pussy and ass real good. But you baby, you so hot, I love being little thicc American girl's domme? I have confession to make, you make me wet, little PAWG." She gives an exaggerated "Ohhhh."
My Domme For The Day's face is so close to mine I can smell the savory fruit flavored gum on her breath. Her left hand slides down from my breast to the cleft between my tied together legs. She manages to wedge her hand in enough to rub my clit, I shouldn't feel so hot well being so miserable and trussed up. But as much as I hate Mistress Daci, I have to admit she's a great lesbian domme. She knows just how to keep my subbie butt balanced between orgasmic joy and extreme suffering. Fucking bitch.
"Ooh, is my little PAWG wet for me, too? Don't lie, PAWG." Her sweet sensuous voice takes on a note of sterness. But it's no lie when I mmmph "Yes, Mistress Daci." through the panel gag.
Her hateful laugh "That good my little PAWG, because we going to play a little game, yes? We rub pussies and try to come together, sound fun, no? The trick is I have my belt around your neck, control your breathing. Just to make it extra fun for you. No?"
I'm horrified as she backs off from me, turns to Buzz Cut and Blue. "Janice, Anna, you scout around, take videos and pictures to show Miss Connor, later. You can find a place for a little fun together, but don't forget job! I entertain our little Sweetheart. Run along, ladies, now."
The two apprentice Dommes say "Yes, Mistress!" in chorus. They leer at me as they move off together, though seem disappointed they won't get to watch any of the fun. I, on the other hand, get ringside seats. I'd trade in a second.
My eyes lock on Daci as she pulls down her shorts, over her boots, carefully folds them, then lays them to the side. She pulls the belt out of it's loops and coils it in her hand smiling at me. As she advances on me, my eyes lock on her golden haired pubic thatch, for a moment it stands out to me glaringly, due to the angle of the sun...I'm about to be erotic asphyxiated by a slimmer version of me...
Sheila's perspective
It's a rough week, I have a lot going on. Dad's Cancer, mom bugging me about finding Sandy, knowing there are things I've never told her about our "employment" with Mistress Ari. I never will, if I can help it. Then my new ally, Lara. The glaring question, can I trust her? I'd say no.
I'd say no, except....her eyes when she asked me for some inside sister phrase to verify she was on the level, to both Sandy and I. I didn't see the ditzy porn starlet I and the girls "calibrated" a year or so back. The sad eyes of some wise and compassionate soul stared back at me, not the Lara Gupta I knew. Not even close.
When did that Ditzy bitch become a Mahatma, "Great Soul"? Did I even want to know? The world just spirals into greater weirdness.
But, speaking for the present, I have a show to run, the surprise Sci-Fi fetish hit, The Perseverance. When I started this project, I expected it to last, half a season, maybe. I signed on to hone my writing, and the hefty paychecks my man Davey was offering. Instead we're starting work on Season Three already.
I look at the four women sharing the ready room with me, from left to right.
Layla Vazquez, the beautiful Hispanic former Marine, who plays a similar character on the Perseverance, Sergeant Gabriella "Gabby" Perez, Acting Platoon Sergeant of the Marine Detachment on the Perseverance.
Tied naked to a chair, arms bindered behind her back, was the beautiful ebony former Domme Constance Anderson, now the lowest slave in QOM's crew. She was also wearing a black hood and panel gag, she wasn't expected to speak, just follow the direction of Mistress Nora and Mistress Vazquez. As I established clearly in our first meeting, my direction as well, as her overriding imperative.
To Constance's left, our brightly shining star Nora Jameson, aka Commander (Temporary) Dora Gail, Stellar Compact. The mousy, shy sub of a much older man had really blossomed on this project. Her Master essentially forced her into this project to boost her self esteem. It was hard to remember the poised, confident young girl in front of me was the same person. Watching her grow has been the best part of this project, for me at least.
Finally, sitting quietly to her Mistress's left, Sarah Ok Kim, aka Lieutenant ASSHO 304, Stellar Compact Navy. Like Layla, she'd been a real life Navy Officer, before being dismissed from service for a poor decision. She was now Nora's submissive, one of them anyway (Poor Mary), and the second most popular character after Nora.
Nora and Layla had been going over the script with Constance, Sarah quietly fetching coffee, water and snacks for the two dommes when they commanded her, otherwise sitting quietly to her beloved Mistress Nora's left. Nora usually had a hand on one of Sarah's thighs when she wasn't discipling Constance.
Constance wasn't happy about her starring role in this coming season. Can't say I blamed her. Daci had already gave her a tour of the cramped cockpit set she'd be sharing with her Romanian Domme during the Space Battle scenes. Cramped for Constance that is.
Daci's cockpit was spacious, comfortable and packed with sophisticated displays and controls. Her slave would be strapped behind her in a cramped, miserable space behind her Mistress. The only space allowed would be for clear shots of her ebony breasts and dark pussy. I knew Daci would maximize her misery and suffering with true wicked genius. So did Constance, she knew her Mistress's bully routine by now. If she wanted the payout QOM put in her contract, she had to endure it.
Yeah, she wasn't focused or teachable when Layla and Nora first dragged the poor arm bindered, hooded woman into the ready room. They'd strapped her to Mary's usual chair and bullied and badgered her for half an hour. Nora screamed in her face and slapped her with a rolled up script, while Layla flicked her big dark nipples and berated her as a failed domme. Sarah and I exchanged concerned looks at our friends' cruelty. But I decided to give them a half hour to make their point to her. At the end of it I held up my hand, Layla and Nora recognized that non verbal signal and immediately stopped.
"Constance" I addressed the hapless Ebony sub. I had her full attention as well as my two girls. "Are you ready to obey Mistress Nora and Mistress Vasquez and follow their directions and instruction for you?"
She nodded and mmmphed "Yes, Miss Connor." I addressed Nora and Layla. "Girls, as long as she's compliant and obedient, reign it in, I need you to prep her for her role, not ruthlessly terrorize her. You have leave to discipline her if needed, but remember I'm watching." I felt pride as both my girls met my steely gaze cooly and said "Yes, Miss Connor."
Since then all three girls were role models of Domme/Sub comportment. Constance obeyed and acknowledged her younger dommes instruction, acknowledging questions respectfully, and quietly listening to their direction as they went over her parts with her. My dommes were more gentle, touching her shoulder or breasts lightly to get her attention. They kept their voices cool and professional as they briefed her role to her. They even asked her if she needed water, and ungagged her so Sarah could hydrate her if needed with bottled water.
I run a tight ship, but a fair one. I demand obedience from subbies, Mary, Nora and Sarah can all testify to that. But I don't tolerate gratuitous cruelty, especially when it hurts our bottom line.
My pride in my girls was interuppted by a text from Master Dave. "Sheila, sorry to interrupt you lovely ladies, but I have some news that affects you, and possibly all of us. Arianna Cromwell wants to tour the set, apparently she's quite the fan. She also wants to check in on her "protege", you obviously Sheila, and meet our stable, presumably the main cast of the Perseverance."
"I'd like to talk to my three Alpha ladies first, then we can bring in Alpha Slave Sarah and Beta Slave Constance. My Secretary Miri can watch both of them until we decide to summon them."
I turned to my girls and cleared my throat. "Ladies." Four sets of beautiful eyes locked on me. "Master Dave has summoned all five of us. He wants to talk to me, Nora and Layla first. Slaves Sarah and Constance will wait in the reception room, Miri will watch them until their summoned. Mistress Nora, how do you want your subs to wait?"
Without hesitation, Nora says "Sarah can relax on the couch until summoned. Girl Constance will stand with her nose in a corner until she's summoned." I nodded my acquiescence to Mistress Nora's direction for her little subbies.
Layla and Nora untie Constance's bonds to her chair and helps her carefully to her feet. Nora collars her and attaches a leash, handing the end to Sarah.
We trudge solemnly to Davey's office, me in the lead, my two Alpha ladies behind me; Slave Sarah leading Slave Constance bringing up the rear.
Only then does my mind really start to process. I haven't talked to Mistress Ari face to face, since we shook hands on our deal and I turned my back on Sandy in that long ago room. Surely it can't be coincidence she wants to see me now, with the drama around freeing my little sis? The plot thickens.
https://www.reddit.com/BDSMerotica/s/oB7y0hJ1Mo Part 5
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2024.04.29 06:24 Fartysharty2 Is Ginny's plot in TTTB anyone else's favorite part of the fic?

I just need to hear that somebody else was as connected to part one as I was because it was so beautifully written and I've been hearing a lot of people say that they had to push through it.
I blew through it in like a day and it was one of the most gut wrenching horrifying aspects to the whole fic, and I'd honestly read a whole character study about the Ginny's time with the Equalisers and Harry because of how emotionally bound to it I felt.
Props to the writer
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2024.04.29 03:46 Old_Independence_584 Sunday Hitchcock Screening

"The Trouble with Harry," released in 1955, is one of Alfred Hitchcock's more unique films, notable for its blend of dark comedy and mystery, a somewhat unusual combination for Hitchcock who is best known for suspense and psychological thrillers. The film's plot revolves around the mysterious appearance of a dead body in the countryside of a small Vermont town. The body, which is that of Harry Worp, becomes a curious object as various local residents, including a retired sea captain, a spinster, a single mother, and her young son, stumble upon it and react in unexpected ways. Rather than horror or fear, Harry's death provokes a series of comedic and bizarre interactions among the characters, each of whom thinks they might be responsible for his death. The film explores themes of community, secrecy, and the absurdity of human nature. Despite its unique charm and wit, "The Trouble with Harry" was not initially a hit in the United States, though it later gained appreciation in Europe and has since been re-evaluated as a cult classic within Hitchcock’s oeuvre. The film is also noted for its beautiful autumnal cinematography and for featuring Shirley MacLaine in her film debut, delivering a performance that would help launch her successful career in Hollywood. The score, composed by Bernard Herrmann, who is famous for his collaborations with Hitchcock, also adds a quirky and whimsical touch that complements the film’s light-hearted approach to what could otherwise be a grim subject matter.
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2024.04.29 00:35 YachtRockGroupie DELUSION, DOPAMINE, AND SUNK COST FALLACY - Why Haz-been will never learn

DELUSION, DOPAMINE, AND SUNK COST FALLACY - Why Haz-been will never learn
Several months ago, I downloaded The Rules - aka, Meghan Markle's iconic "how to snag a man" manual. My intent was to read it, then create a post here outlining just how Markle had used the tricks in the book to bag her Princely victim.
A few chapters in, however, I abandoned the mission. Not that it wouldn't have been a good topic, but the book was just so BORING. And repetitive! (Never think you can't pad out one single very simple concept into an overlong, bestselling book. The Rules proves it can be done!)
The basic premise of the book is: Be a slot machine! Use variable reinforcement and unpredictability to get your man. In other words, make him CHASE you, like that paycheck a gambler just blew on the roulette wheel and MUST GET BACK. Because he might get it! Or he might not. It's all about the CHASE. And you are the coveted jackpot, to be prized above all other non-Rules girls, who foolishly impart their prize with no buy-in.
It was a "modern" (yet, being written in the '90s, very dated) spin on that age old axiom, lovingly handed by Doria to her daughter: "Don't give the milk away for free."
From the POV of any rational person, Meghan Markle is the partner from Hell. Even before they were married, she made trouble for Harry. Drama at Skip Inskip's wedding. Drama with her family. Drama with his family. Drama with his friends. Drama at Whole Foods. Drama with the paparazzi, to the point of Harry releasing an unprecedented warning to Meghan's "antagonists" through the Palace. Lots of crumpling on the floor and sobbing.
But we're not the gambler, see. We watch the gambler pound away piles of Ben Franklins, on loss after loss. WTF is he thinking?? Then he wins something. Elation! An electric surge of dopamine. But does he walk away? Of course not. The wins only reinforce the willpower to hammer on. To lose. More and more and more. Just as Meghan tempered every awful, unpleasant, dramatic incident with a sprinkling of spicy poontang (TM HG Tutor). The sex kept Harry going. Investing. Hoping for more.
As the gambler burns through more and more he hopes for less and less. Dreaming of a jackpot turns into hoping to break even (because the equivalent of the jackpot has already been spent), which turns into "oh, God, I at least have to get back enough money to turn the electricity back on."
At any point, he could quit. He could walk away. But he WON'T. He's invested too much. Lost his paycheck...his savings..his investments...his car..his home..his disgruntled family. HE MUST WIN. GIVING UP WOULD MEAN DEFEAT, AND DEFEAT IS NOT AN OPTION.
This thought process describes a logical fallacy called "sunk cost fallacy," in which one cannot stop investing into a poor decision, because the amount of money already invested compels the investor to "go for broke."
Harry is going for broke. Initially, he married Meghan for the "jackpot." I believe he honestly thought he and she would be the rival Wills and Kate, have beautiful babies, redefine the Monarchy, etc., etc. But as their marriage ground on, he realized she would be NONE of these things. He could either sacrifice his friends/family/home, or lose her - along with every hope he'd invested in her.
Oh please, PLEASE, make this work..it must work. Maybe moving to her native home of California will work. Maybe writing a book trashing my family will work. Maybe this, maybe that....
And the gambler keeps coming into the casino, sitting at the same machine. Day after day. He looks shabbier and shabbier. Less hair. Dark circles under his eyes. Threadbare, stained clothes. Cash advance slips, with exorbitant interest rates he could never repay, fall out of his pockets sometimes.
Look at him. Look at what he's lost. He can't quit now. He can never quit. All it takes is one spin to win...
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2024.04.28 23:10 NankipooBit8066 Suggest to me the the perfect detective story (that follows the following rules...)

These are not general rules, just rules for this thread.
Firstly, it has to have a really good premise - like Agatha Christie's 'Murder on the Orient Express' or Alfred Bester's 'The Demolished Man'.
Secondly, it has to be well (or at least elegantly) written - such as Raymond Chandler's The Long Good-Bye' or 'The Lady In The Lake' which have a taut but smoothly written narrative or the poetic beauty of GK Chesterton's 'Father Brown' stories.
Thirdly, it has to have charismatic or at least compelling characters - or at least a compelling protagonist or antagonist - something along the lines of Jonathan Harris' 'Hannibal Lector' (Or whatever his law- enforcing equivalent is. Is there one?).
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2024.04.28 20:15 Yurii_S_Kh Venerable Maelrubha of Applecross

Venerable Maelrubha of Applecross

St. Maelrubha of Applecross
St. Maelrubha (Maolrubha) has been venerated as one of the apostles of the Picts in Scotland and of Skye—a mountainous island in the Inner Hebrides that is now linked to the western shore of Scotland by a bridge. This saint is mentioned in many Irish annals of the time. Unfortunately, there is no extant hagiography of him, although he is mentioned in the Lives of other contemporary saints and in the later Aberdeen Breviary. Maelrubha was born in 642 in Ireland in what is now County Londonderry. The future saint was descended from King Nial of Ireland and his mother was a niece of the saintly abbot Comgall of Bangor. He took up monasticism and until 671 lived and studied in Bangor Monastery in present-day County Down. It was there that he was ordained a hieromonk.
Wishing to imitate St. Columba of Iona, who had lived 100 years before him, Maelrubha decided to evangelize the pagan Picts in Scotland. Thus, in the year 671, together with a group of monks he moved to Scotland where he first lived on the famous Isle of Iona. In the Scottish lands the saint of God led a perfect ascetic life and was noted for his piety, learnedness, and the many miracles that he performed. In the first two years of his life in Scotland, Maelrubha travelled extensively in the Argyll region in the west where he founded many churches—there are sites dedicated to the saint in those places to this day.
St. Maelrubha was the founder of the monastery of Applecross (the original name: Aber Crossan) on the very northwestern coast of Scotland in the present-day Highland region. At that time it was the land of the Picts. The date of the foundation of Applecross monastery is 673. It was from there that the revival of monastic traditions in Scotland began. Later a notated Paschal table was produced there. The very name “Applecross” is derived from an old Gaelic word meaning “sanctuary”. Originally this monastery of St. Maelrubha was surrounded by crosses marking the border of the monastic settlement. Unfortunately, only one of those crosses partly survives within a farm. According to the annals of the time and other sources, Applecross was a significant Christian and monastic center of that time from whence the Orthodox faith and Gaelic culture spread rapidly over the north of Scotland. Presumably monastic life in Applecross flourished until the ninth-century Viking raids.
Loch Shin, Sutherland
Using his monastery as a base, Maelrubha undertook much very active missionary work, sowing the seeds of Christianity everywhere. In particular, he enlightened the island of Skye along with neighboring areas and converted their inhabitants to Christ. Then he moved north and reached the sea loch (a Scottish term for an arm of the sea) of Loch Broom in Ross and Cromarty. The venerable man enlightened most of the island of Lewis and Harris, the towns of Forres and Keith in the Moray region, preached in Farr and Durness in the Highlands and travelled as far as the freshwater lake of Loch Shin in Sutherland.
Islands in Loch Maree
The saint also founded a church in one of the numerous islands of the large and beautiful lake called Loch Maree in the northwestern Scottish Highlands. The saint may have lived as a hermit on it. This island has been known as Isle Maree (“St. Maelrubha’s Island”) since ancient times. There is a very early holy well associated with our saint on Isle Maree, which has curative properties. Most widespread were cases of healings of lunatics and the mentally ill who bathed in it. This saint’s name is still invoked against madness and related diseases. As late as the eighteenth century, long after the Reformation, the faithful believed that if a sick person was taken around the isle, fastened behind a rowing boat, he would certainly be cured. In the eighteenth century there existed a custom to give madmen water from Maelrubha’s well and then dip them three times a day into the loch’s water for three weeks for them to receive healing. According to a local belief (or, rather, a superstition), one shouldn’t take any items from Isle Maree, even small stones—otherwise the former disease will inevitably return. Apart from this well, there was presumably another holy well on the island connected to St. Maelrubha.
St. Maelrubha of Applecross
It is certain that Maelrubha’s mission extended to Islay—the southernmost island of the Inner Hebrides, and to the valley called the Great Glen, or Glen More. It is traditionally believed that St. Maelrubha reposed in the Lord peacefully in 722 (though the dates 721 and 724 are possible as well), at the age of eighty at his beloved monastery of Applecross. According to another less reliable tradition, the holy abbot-missionary was killed by pagans—either the Danes or Norwegians, whom he unsuccessfully tried to convert to Christ. If the man of God was indeed martyred during his last missionary journey, then the supposed site of his martyrdom was either Teampull where he had a hermitage cell (and, according to the local tradition, was buried nearby and his grave is still allegedly marked by a stone) or Urquhart (now a tiny village in Moray).
Such names and toponyms as Mulruby, Mury, Maree, Summuruff, Summereve and many others bear the memory of the saint. Numerous place names in the western Highlands, especially between the sea lochs of Loch Carron and Loch Broom, are associated with his name. No fewer than twenty-one ancient parishes of Scotland were dedicated to St. Maelrubha, which indicates his general veneration. Today dozens of parish churches bear his name, including those in the north of Scotland and on Skye. In many cases it is impossible to discern whether one or another place is named after the Mother of God or St. Maelrubha as the name “Mary” and popular corruptions of his name are very similar. Remarkably, according to some information, there are over forty forms of his name that can be found in various regions. Maelrubha is one of the principal saints of northwestern Scotland after St. Columba. He is still widely venerated in both Scotland and Ireland. He is also especially celebrated in Aberdeen in Scotland and the Irish province of Connacht.
St. Rufus Church in Keith, Moray
Maelrubha has also been commemorated for centuries in the following places: Applecross and surrounding areas, mentioned above; the town of Keith (the original name “Cèith Mhaol Rubha”) where there is a church in honor of “St. Rufus”—a corruption of the name “Maelrubha”—that was rebuilt in the nineteenth century; Isle Maree, mentioned above; a town called Dingwall in Highland, which held St. Maelrubha’s fair in old times; a small town of Tain in the same region which also had a St. Maelrubha’s fair; the village of Amulree (“St. Maelrubha’s Fort”) in Perth and Kinross where there was a church of St. Maelrubha from the earliest times—it was abandoned early in the eighteenth century and a replacement parish church was built nearby by 1752; and the township of Ashaig on Skye.
Amulree new church (source - 'Undiscovered Scotland' website)
St. Maelrubha's well at Ashaig, Skye (source - Carys Brewster from Geograph.org.uk)
Clachan Church at Applecross (source - John S Ross from Geograph.org.uk)
Today the name “Applecross” applies to an isolated small peninsula in northwestern Highland where there are several villages. The area is still very quiet, remote and difficult of access. Close to the site of St. Maelrubha’s monastery you can find a parish church, called Clachan church, the present building of which dates from the early nineteenth century. The churchyard has the shaft of a very ancient large Irish cross, while a few fragments of other crosses are kept inside the church as memorials to the once renowned monastery. Close to the church there is Applecross Heritage Center, which provides a detailed account of the saint’s life and achievements. Two stones at the village cemetery at Applecross are sometimes referred to as the site of Maelrubha’s grave.
'Wishing' tree on Isle Maree (photo from Pinterest.com)
On Isle Maree, which for many centuries has been a popular pilgrimage site, you can find the ruins of a chapel, a wonder-working well, a cemetery, and a tree (sometimes called “a wishing tree”) which are all associated with Maelrubha. At the cemetery are fragments of two very old crosses which obviously belonged to the original monastery. This site is very holy. It is even believed that all the water of Loch Maree is miraculous.
In Ashaig, on the Isle of Skye, one still can see the ancient holy well of St. Maelrubha, which gushed forth immediately after the saint had struck a low tree on that spot. There is a stone well-house over it, and the water is still of excellent quality. A little up river there is a rocky cliff, which, according to tradition, Maelrubha once used as a pulpit to deliver a sermon. In olden times there hung St. Maelrubha’s personal bell on a local tree, which occasionally rang by itself, calling the faithful to prayer; this bell no longer exists. As late as the mid-nineteenth century the ruins of a medieval church could be distinguished in a local graveyard. Another memorial site that commemorates Maelrubha on Skye is its south peninsula of Strathaird where he worked. Among its villages is Kilmarie, which means “the cell” or “church of St. Maelrubha”. He may have founded a church or a monastery there, although nothing remains apart from an ancient graveyard close to the parish church. The saint also lived in a cave nearby.
View from Knapdale towards Jura Island, Argyll and Bute
Keills Chapel with Celtic cross, Knapdale, Argyll and Bute
Inside Keills Chapel, Knapdale, Argyll and Bute
Our saint most probably labored in the present-day rural district of Knapdale in Argyll and Bute. There many sites are still connected with him. Among notable shrines of the area are: a very early, isolated chapel, called Keills Chapel, which houses a collection of early Christian crosses and one large Celtic cross, probably erected by Maelrubha himself; the splendid Kilmory Chapel, which is the site of a hermitage—it houses a huge collection of Celtic (eighth—twelfth century) crosses, gravestones, medieval and later crosses, some of them decorated and some connected with the Knights Templar; three villages of this area are named after the saint: Kilmory Oib (the settlement is now deserted, although it does have stone ruins, parts of early crosses and a holy well of Maelrubha), Kilmory Ross and Kilmory Knap. This region also has shrines connected with St. Columba, St. Moluog and St. Cormac. Among modern sites commemorating Maelrubha let us mention the village of Poolewe in Ross and Cromarty, where there is a Scottish Episcopal church that bears his name.
Kilmory Chapel, Argyll and Bute
Holy Father Maelrubha, pray to God for us!
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2024.04.28 18:43 somespeculation Apr 29: Happy Anniversary, William and Catherine! A fact based post on Meg’s previous upstaging attempts. What will it be this year?

Apr.29 is William and Catherine’s Anniversary. Here’s a look back on Meg’s previous upstaging attempts. This year, it’s the faux Royal Nigeria visit.
Meg’s previous press attempts on that day (all archived links):
https://archive.ph/2024.04.28-161405/https://people.com/meghan-markle-and-prince-harry-to-visit-nigeria-in-may-8640132
https://archive.ph/2023.05.03-005851/https://variety.com/2023/film/news/meghan-markle-wme-hollywood-agent-1235597210/
Despite not being seen in four months, Meg makes video appearance to congratulate Misan Harriman with her new Rich Mom Energy look. Others claim it’s AI generated, it’s so heavily filtered.
Also, the close bond between Harry and ‘Kate’ and the bridesmaid dress row. Must glom onto all the SEO results for the day!
https://archive.ph/2023.04.29-145645/https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-12016977/Where-went-wrong-Kate-Middleton-Prince-Harry.html
And then there was this, Vogue online featured the most beautiful bridal veils of all time, with the main pic of Meg, on Catherine’s literal anniversary. Hilariously, comments flood the post with compliments and pics of Catherine on her wedding day.
https://archive.ph/wip/QFQ9w
https://archive.ph/2023.04.28-222210/https://www.thelist.com/846571/prince-harrys-approach-to-discussing-important-issues-with-his-kids-has-fans-talking/
https://archive.ph/2023.04.28-205704/https://people.com/royals/meghan-markle-prince-harry-privately-congratulated-kate-middleton-prince-william-10th-anniversary/
https://archive.ph/2020.04.30-115120/https://nypost.com/2020/04/29/prince-harry-and-meghan-markle-quietly-shop-for-mansions-in-la/
https://archive.ph/2023.04.28-211124/https://people.com/royals/meghan-markle-prince-harry-baby-false-alarm-sophie-wessex-baby-photo/
What’s she going to do this year?
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2024.04.28 18:33 Temporary-Bet-3971 32 [M4F] - Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, UK - geeky guy seeking someone special

Hey! I’m a 32 year old guy, based in Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, UK. Wondering if Reddit can be the answer in helping me find someone for chats, dates and hopefully a relationship!
About me:
In the future I hope to:
What I’m looking for:
If you think we could be a good match then please do send a message. A bit of info about yourself or something we have in common would be a great starting point. Age range approx 25-35 so hopefully we understand the same cultural references and jokes although would open to considering out of this if you like what you read or think we have lots in common!
Hoping to hear from you soon!
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2024.04.28 18:33 Temporary-Bet-3971 32 [M4F] - Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, UK - geeky guy seeking someone special

Hey! I’m a 32 year old guy, based in Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, UK. Wondering if Reddit can be the answer in helping me find someone for chats, dates and hopefully a relationship!
About me:
In the future I hope to:
What I’m looking for:
If you think we could be a good match then please do send a message. A bit of info about yourself or something we have in common would be a great starting point. Age range approx 25-35 so hopefully we understand the same cultural references and jokes although would open to considering out of this if you like what you read or think we have lots in common!
Hoping to hear from you soon!
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2024.04.28 12:29 321 The Third Man (1949), dir. Carol Reed

The Third Man (1949), dir. Carol Reed

https://preview.redd.it/1tk89nqbh7xc1.jpg?width=1383&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=80e38b72439df326688334d4e09b5a375b93aa8f
There's a lot to talk about in this film, which is widely regarded as a classic. Obviously, Orson Welles effortlessly steals the film, he's just charisma in human form. The black and white photography is pure bliss. You could easily make a gallery show just using stills from this movie. Vienna looks amazing. I love the Dutch angles, I think they work purely in compositional terms. Haven't really thought about how else they might work, I just like them visually. I suppose in a film full of angular shadows and destroyed buildings they just seem appropriate. Also, I guess, while we sympathise with Welles's character Harry Lime, he being much more interesting and charismatic than the main character Holly Martins, Lime is incredibly morally twisted, so perhaps the framing reflects his skewed morality and the skewed outlook he so seductively defends in his famous Ferris-wheel speech. Graham Greene's story is brilliant.
I'd like to mention the film's unique zither score, as I've seen it criticised here as being inappropriately comedic for a film noir (one post a few years ago even compared it to Spongebob). It is a jaunty score in places, no doubt, however, I've never felt it detracted from the movie. Perhaps because it's just so catchy that it's become inseparable from the film, for me, like the themes from Jaws and Star Wars are so much a part of those films. I suppose it does lighten the mood, however, you could also view it as having an ironic, mocking edge, perhaps highlighting the futility of all the main characters' aspirations. Certainly it provides a commentary on the action, and I do think that with the incongruity between the noirish visual atmosphere and the jaunty music, you can't help but perceive it as being a bit mocking or ironic. I, personally, often enjoy incongruous music in films, for me such incongruity somehow highlights the emotion of the story and visuals by throwing them into such obvious contrast.
For example, this scene from Face/Off has completely "inappropriate" music, but for me it actually emphasises the violence and carnage of the visuals.
Also, in places, the zither can be very poignant, which I think is beautiful, and adds to the film. Time described it as having a "jangling melancholy" which I totally agree with. Roget Ebert also wrote: "Has there ever been a film where the music more perfectly suited the action than in Carol Reed's "The Third Man"?... The sound is jaunty but without joy, like whistling in the dark. It sets the tone; the action begins like an undergraduate lark and then reveals vicious undertones." I definitely think the music of the closing scene in the cemetery, with Holly waiting by the car, is very moving, and not at all comedic.
Yes, it is a noir film, but it's a British noir film set in Vienna, so it needn't echo the musical style of Hollywood noir. Anton Karas, the composer, was playing that style of music in a bistro in Vienna at the time, where the filmmakers heard him, so we can view the music as being appropriate to the setting, and can look upon it as adding some authenticity and local flavour.
It's also worth remembering that the score was widely celebrated and still is seen as an integral and major part of the film and what makes it special. According to the BFI's Screenonline, "when The Third Man was released... review after review picked out the haunting sound of the zither as crucial to the film's success." According to that article, the music "conveys a sense of exoticism, of provincial middle Europe, whose folk music had inspired composers like Bela Bartok earlier in the century. In addition the music is remarkably versatile: if for the most part it sounds wistful, sad, full of regret, it also suggests at times suspense, danger, pursuit... Sometimes it accentuates the dramatic action, at others it acts like a kind of ironic commentary, alleviating tension." Here's some more contemporary appreciation, from that article:
"Reviewers emphasised the versatility of the music when writing about the film. Richard Winnington wrote in The News Chronicle (3 September 1949) that the zither is used "in different stresses against the mood and against the action [and] it sharpens both to an extraordinary degree". William Whitebait in the New Statesman (10 September 1949) raved about Karas's playing:
What sort of music it is, whether jaunty or sad, fierce or provoking, it would be hard to reckon ... that little tune or another little tune sprung from the first, goes nipping away, indefinably. ... At moments the plucked chords will instil a plangent horror. The unseen zither-player ... is made to employ his instrument much as the Homeric bard did his lyre.
The theme was even released as a single and spent 11 weeks at no. 1 in the US in 1950, and four more versions of it charted the same year, selling an estimated forty million copies. Karas became an international star and played for the King and Queen of England and even the Pope. David O. Selznick, one of the film's financiers, said the music was a "sensation" and was the "rage of England".
Overall, I view this film as being about as perfect as a film can be. Watching it, for me, is pure joy from start to finish.
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2024.04.28 05:17 Efficient-Ball7995 Putting random songs into different Danceverses

Carnivallium
Cyberfunk
Dancity
Eternyx
Floworld
Melosia Realms
Sun Horizon
WackyGroove
Wasterra
Winterhaven
Earth
Space
Everywhere
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2024.04.28 04:50 skinned_piglet Marvel Nightmares: Spider-Man: whispers from beyond (very long)

I've been working on this one for awhile, and I felt like sharing this story. This version of Peter Parker and his mythos get much darker, he's not a murderer, just darker. And it's in the 2000s
It's been two years since Peter was bit by that spider, Peter is at the top of his class, him and Gwen Stacy are together, aunt May's found a new partner, nothing can be better.
On a routine patrol across the beautiful night sky, he comes across a group of thugs walking along one of the many alleys, speaking of this underground worshipping spot where anything you wish is granted.
He takes them out and "politely" asks them where, they spill, he goes down a manhole, quipping all the way, he arrives to a large gathering of people, all worshipping a statue of a weird eight legged centaur. Peter sets up his camera for money shots
They chant and cheer, soon they strip naked and dance along a bonfire, a few jump into the flames, setting themselves on fire and cutting their burning flesh away on the centaur's sharp bladed fingers, pregnant women in shiny black robes pray to the statue.
Very inhuman and disgusting looking spiders burst out of the pregnant women as the statues many eyes glow a nasty orange, these spiders birth more spiders, so many it's hard to see the ground.
The spiders burrow into the other female worshippers, peter decides to nope the hell out of there, but a stowaway is on his leg, he returns home late at night, he gets a lecture from his girlfriend and aunt about being out late. He goes upstairs to write down what happened, he realizes he forgot his camera, but doesn't go back.
The spider that showed away stays in Peter's room, crawling all around to memorize it's new home, it catches and eats a fly, under its mandibles are human teeth.
The next morning Peter gets ready for school, the spider hides in his backpack, in science class the spider crawls out, camouflaged as it watches Peter's enthusiastic love for science.
A week goes by, the spider keeps getting bigger, as well as it's hunger. It goes after aunt May's cat off page first, then the neighborhood strays, then it bites peter on the back of the neck, chomping off a large chunk of skin and muscle.
He goes to the hospital, there his thoughts spiral, a 200° fever and discolored skin, he passes out multiple times, nightmares and visions of big scary human spiders and webs haunt his brain, waking up screaming, it's absolute torture for him.
He gets out by near the end of sopmore year, his neck for some reason didn't heal as fast as it should have, later that night he wakes to a huge spider with human teeth in the corner of his room, webs everywhere. It says nothing except "sleep."
This continues to happen every night, each time the spider getting bigger and closer, more human. Peters grades and love life are slipping because of the constant nightmares. He can't take it anymore and goes back to the sewer worship spot, it's completely covered in spiders, he attempts to open the entrance, but multiple spiders bite his hand, making him collapse, his heart stops.
He awakes in a black void, orange webs and crunching sounds can be heard, that same spider, now so impossibly big it's hard to put a finger on it, "chosen." Peter falls rapidly, waking up in his bedroom. He brushes it off as another horrible nightmare, getting ready for school he grabs his suit, it's much darker than it used to be, the red is now a dirty blood brown, the blue so dark it's almost black, a new more organic web pattern adorns it, not just on the red but the blue. Deep orange lenses and a much larger orange spider (classic venom)
He puts it in his backpack and gets ready for school, as he leaves out of the corner of his eye that spider is there, he goes about his day as normal, but it's raining so much, the streets get flooded, making him to school as Spiderman.
The new suit does absolutely nothing to him, just a orange tint. He swings and thwips, but is sidetracked by... doctor octopus? But he's, no it's a actual octopus. Smashing and eating cars. He goes and fights the new Dr octopus, he slaps him, ripping dr octopus's face apart, his skin attached to peters hand, he freaks the hell out and runs away to a nearby rooftop, he frantically trys to remove the skin from his hand, he makes it worse by using his other hand, he decides to scrap his hands against the wet rooftop, it tears away at his skin, under his skin are alienspider like hands.
He wakes up screaming in his English class, sweating and gasping, that spider right in front of him "get the hell away from me!!" He is sent home for the day, more hallucinations ensue, he sees a Human spider in the mirror.
In his room he burys himself in blankets, a sharp pain is in his arms, partosions poke out until they burst, sharp spikes come out of his arms, ripping the blankets, peter cries and cries, the spikes disappear.
Meanwhile outside of peters constant nightmares, harry and Gwen have been getting more intimate, theve also have noticed the rain hasn't stopped. Some spots on the outskirts have been covered in webs, "must be the work of that spiderman." A spider like the one before is on the couch, watching them, waiting....
Norman has been getting more involved with the cultists in the sewer, making preparations for the rising of the ancient elders, he just needs to find the vessel, but if he can't he'll use harry instead.
Back to peter, hes swinging across New York, constantly Being bombarded with illusions, gigantic hands, octopus eyes, bones breaking. His skin peeling off, he tries to stop a crime, but the bystanders scream and run away in terror, Peter is confused as to why "I saved you guys from a car crash man! Come on!"
Another time skip, two weeks, peters issues have gotten even worse, he sees completely different then before, horrors beyond his imagination, yet he pressed on.
Norman just couldn't get to spiderman close enough, and the statue was no help, so he just used his own son. He bathed him and painted his body in the same organic web pattern as Spiderman, he laid his struggling son against the alter and killed his own son, sacrificing him to the other.
Peter feels a sharp pain in all of his bones, like he's being ripped apart, he falls onto a lower apartment building, blood everywhere, the rain beats his suit, no....his skin! He looks down and sees his chest ripped apart, underneath is the same exoskeleton like body from his nightmares, he tries to get up, but his skin keeps coming off, not letting him. Get a good grip.
He does roll over, he looks around at New York, it's completely changed, instead of rock and glass, it's flesh and teeth, spikes and blood, gore and webbing everywhere.
He finally gets up, leaving the rest of his skin behind him in a homage to "no more." He's completely different, eight eyes, four arms on his back, folded in resting position. A hard outer shell with more eyes along his limbs.
Down on the streets the people of New York are getting absolutely evecirated by monsters of spidewhatever tearing them apart, spilling blood everywhere, in the sky is gigantic Eldritch spiders, all in a huge web. Peter decides to fight off some of the monsters, thwiping and punching, cutting and stabbing with his new spikes.
His first destination is Gwen's he rushes there but she's not home, captain George Stacey sees Peter and opens fire, peters armor deflects the bullets, he shouts "wait wait Captain Stacey! It's me! It's peter!" George continues to shoot, but peter webs him up. He tried his best to explain but can't, he does get George to tell him where Gwen is "oscorp tower Peter. Please whatever happened, fix it."
Peter rushes as fast as he can to oscorp tower while debating if Gwen being at oscorp Tower is his fault for being a bad boyfriend, he pushes these thoughts away as vulture attempts to bite his leg, peter quickly punches him, cracking vulture's face, "crap!" He webs vulture up and throws him to a nearby hospital roof.
Peter gets to Harry's room, there he finds Gwen, pregnant. "Oh Jesus...please no..." Gwen is completely calm and happy, "you want eggs Pete?"
"Gwen what the fuck happened?! Are you full of those...spider things!?"
"Peter, I'm offended. Normies going to be a good kid."
Peter can't think straight, he just webs Gwen up in a large ball against the wall and turns off the stove "where's Harry?" "Up in his dad's office."
Peter gets to Norman's office, there he sees multiple highschool girls from midtown high, Mary Jane, Liz Allen. And many others, all on the ceiling and walls, their stomachs big, Norman being consumed by harry, now looking more like the statue.
"Kill." The spider demands of Harry and Peter, Harry does as he's told, quickly rushing Peter, his spider sense doesn't save him has Harry quickly switches gears and grabs him, he takes a chunk out of peters shoulder, peter furiously stabs Harry with his stingers, injecting Harry with his venom.
They struggle and fight, eventually he does kill harry. Peter gets up and heads to the roof of oscoro, he overlooks what the new twisted new York has become. A absolute nightmare. And him as it's...king.
THE END.
so what do you guys think?
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2024.04.28 03:49 jlanger23 Another UK itinerary question

I saw the previous poster ask about itinerary and thought I'd do the same. It's my first time out of the U.S and I love history so it's mainly built around museums and historical locations. Any advice is appreciated! We are staying in London, York, and Glasgow.
For reference, we're staying down the street from the Tower of London
Day 1: we arrive at 7:40am but can't check in until 3:00. I know this is crazy with the jetlag, but we'd like to go to Windsor Castle since it is close to Heathrow. I've found a couple places nearby that will hold our luggage. I'm sure we'll be a couple hours at the airport but I'd rather not come back that far from where we're staying later in the week.
Day 2: Tower of London in the morning, then go see Westminster Abbey, Cathedral, and Jewel Tower.
Day 3: My wife loves Harry Potter so we have tickets to go to the studios. I figure that will be a whole day since it's far out.
Day 4: British Museum
Day 5: Hampton Court
Day 6: train to York, maybe do Jorvik and walk around, visiting The Shambles.
Day 7: York Castle Museum and Minster Cathedral.
Day 8: train to Glasgow, have a nice dinner
Day 9: trains to Edinburgh (we're staying next to Queen Street Station in Glasgow). See the castle, Greyfriars, underground Edinburgh tour. Should I split Edinburgh into two days?
Day 10: train to Stirling to see the castle and old jail.
Day 11: See some beautiful countryside. Leaning towards island of Arran.
Trying to do some research and we've bought some foldable rain jackets that we can take on and off. I've bought some outlet converters too. Any advice or anything I'm forgetting is much appreciated!
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2024.04.28 03:25 TheStewy Got my first fountain pen today!

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2024.04.28 00:57 Myst867 Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖Time Traveling Harmony Child

Prompt: Time Traveling Harmony Child

The son/daughter of Harry and Hermione travels back to the past. (Whatever age for whatever reason - let's see some Harmony babies)

So u/Val_shadowhunter reminded me of this prompt which honestly I'd really love to see more of too in Harmony fics! So here's a prompt spotlight and a drabble to go with it. Plus if you're interested here's some Harmony fics which have this trope:
Time Warped by Twitch E. Littleferret
An accident turns Ryan's life upside down. As a result, the beautiful Head Girl, Hermione Granger, is seriously crushing after him which seems to raise the hackles of Harry Potter who is determined to make his life a living hell at Hogwarts. Oh, and did I mention that Ryan's last name is Potter and that Harry and Hermione are his parents?
Time-Traveling Meddler by Harrys Mistress
A boy from the future who has a problem keeping his mouth shut. Harry and his gang are in for a little suprise. You all know I suck at summaries, so please read. Rating may go up in later chapters
The Next Potter by Lysander12
Lily Potter was supposed to be helping prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration and memorial of the Battle of Hogwarts alongside Cassie Malfoy. Instead, she wound up standing before Cassie's father, just in time for the battle itself. A.K.A. a time-travelling Harmony Child contributes to the peak of her parents' legacy and the hurricane of emotions in the aftermath.
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Twenty-year-old Harry sat between Sirius and Hermione on the sofa his head leaned back and his eyes closed. A glass of fire whiskey was in his hand. “I should have been smart like you and just ended things when I realized it wasn’t going to work out.”
Hermione patted his knee sympathetically. “I’m sure Ginny will calm down eventually—I mean, we’re all friends first, right?”
“She was trying to kick me the nuts before I disapparated.”
Sirius, who had dodged his fair share of witches out to maim him, winced. “Well, at least she wasn’t cursing you?”
Harry sighed contemplatively, still not opening his eyes. “I think I would have preferred her to try hexing me.”
At that moment, someone pounded on the door.
“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, sitting up and looking toward the door before glancing back at Hermione. “She’s probably come after me again. Remind me never to date anyone with red hair ever again.”
All three sat there unmoving while the knocks echoed through the house.
Hermione, who had her share of red temper tantrums, asked thoughtfully, “We can just pretend we’re not here, can’t we? And not answer the door?”
“Answer the door! I know you’re in there!” A muffled voice shouted.
Sirius, who liked the Weasleys well enough in small doses, but definitely not when they were ranting at him, straightened his shoulders. “I’ll answer it. I’ll just tell her to go away.”
Hermione and Harry gave him skeptical glances.
“What? I can be commanding. I am an authority!”
The skepticism increased exponentially in both their gazes.
“Fine! Watch me!” Sirius stood sucking a deep breath for courage. Then he straightened all his clothes and flipped back his hair.
“Ah, he’s going to try de-escalation by flirtation,” Hermione said quietly to Harry.
“I feel like that’s wrong in some way.” Harry shrugged. “But if it works to get her to go away — flirting offensive it is!”
Sirius placed his hands on his hips as he faced their ungrateful gazes before zeroing in on Harry. “I would be offended by that, but you get a pass since you’ve finally managed to get the balls to break it off with her after being miserable for six months and making me listen to it.”
“Oi!” Harry called after Sirius as he turned away to walk to the door. “Don’t be mean to me!” Harry turned back to Hermione. “I was not afraid of breaking up with her. I was trying to make it work like a responsible adult.”
Hermione bit her lip, eyeing him dubiously. “Uh, huh.”
Harry reached out and pinched her side, making her laugh. “Don’t give me that, uh, huh. I was!”
Hermione caught his hand grinning at him before repeating herself. “Uh, huh.”
Harry leaned forward and put his drink on the table with intent. “I’m going to tickle you if you say that again.”
“Look, I’m just saying that you avoid awkwardly emotional things at all costs,” Hermione said, jumping up to get out of his reach and holding out her hands placatingly.
“Hermione, you owled Ron to break up with him.”
“But I did in a timely manner! And—and I was really busy at the time!”
Harry smirked back at her. “Uh-huh.”
“You!” Hermione jumped forward as Harry laughed and they fell over onto the couch, wrestling and muttering things at each other as they tried their best to get to each other’s ticklish spots.
Sirius clearing his throat made them both look up. Hermione had managed to climb on top of Harry while he had both her wrists caught and held above his head. Seeing Sirius looking unnaturally serious made Hermione panic that Ginny was going to come in at any moment. And Hermione was not about to deal with any unfounded accusations of her and Harry being more than friends again. She pulled away from Harry abruptly, who didn’t let go of her hands in time and they both tumbled from the sofa with Harry squashing her flat.
“Ew. So you always behaved this way,” said a young feminine voice.
Harry and Hermione looked up to see a young girl with messy black hair and bright green eyes standing next to Sirius. “Uh–” Harry muttered, getting off of Hermione and helping her to her feet. “Sirius, who is this?”
Sirius, who still looked entirely too solemn and a bit pale, motioned to the girl next to him, “Harry …. Hermione…. This is…. Uh…. this girl…. She says….”
Giving him an annoyed look, the girl stepped forward and put her hands on her hips, her head tilting familiarly. “It wasn’t my fault! Jamie was being stupid, trying to tell me what to do, and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong. I just thought that maybe Dora had gotten into Mum’s research lab and I was looking around and he has such a big fat head it got in my way and then I knocked over something on the desk—which really Mum why would you leave it unlocked—and then it started to glow and then I picked it up and then poof! I’m home, but there’s someone else living there who starts screaming, so of course I started screaming—”
Hermione and Harry had no idea what to make of the babbling which continued on and on in a faster and faster rate as if there was a time limit about to expire on the young girl's spiel. Sirius’ eyes widened as he listened before finally interrupting the story. “Calanthe Potter–”
The girl stopped and scowled. “Don’t call me Calanthe! I told you! It’s Callie.”
“Harry has a cousin we didn’t know about?” Hermione asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
Harry, though, was staring wide-eyed at the girl who looked so much like him and yet had the same scowling face as Hermione. He asked the only question that made sense. “When are you from?”
Callie’s lip jutting out with the barest hint of a tremble and her eyes watered as she held out a necklace that closely resembled the time turner Hermione had used in their third year of Hogwarts. “Twenty, twenty-four.” She paused for a minute, then dashed forward, throwing her arms around Harry. “I know I’m not supposed to mess up time, but I’m scared, Dad.”
Sirius cleared his throat and gestured to Callie, who hadn’t let go of her tight grip on Harry. “And her parents are Harry and Hermione Potter, as you’ve probably figured out.”

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