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Hogwarts but it’s an all girls school— part two! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

• Enlightenment •

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DESK SET (1957) THE SPENCER TRACY LEGACY: A TRIBUTE BY KATHARINE HEPBURN (1986)

Dear Spence—who ever thought that I’d be writing you a letter. You died on the 10th of June in 1967. My golly, Spence, that’s fifteen, no that’s eighteen years ago. That’s a long time. Are you happy finally? Is it a nice long rest you’re having? Making up for all your tossing and turning in life. You know, I never believed you when you said that you just couldn’t get to sleep. I thought, Oh—come on—you sleep—if you didn’t sleep you’d be dead. You’d be so worn out. Then remember that night when—oh, I don’t know, you felt so disturbed. And I said, Well, go on in—go to bed. And I’ll lie on the floor and talk you to sleep. I’ll just talk and talk and you’ll be so bored, you’re bound to drift off. Well, I went in and got an old pillow and Lobo the dog. I lay there watching you and stroking Old Dog. I was talking about you and the movie we’d just finished—Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner—and my studio and your new tweed coat and the garden and all the nice sleep-making topics and cooking and dull gossip, but you never stopped tossing—to the right, to the left—shove the pillows—pull the covers—on and on and on. Finally—really finally—not just then—you quieted down. I waited a while—and then I crept out. You told me the truth, didn’t you, Spence? You really could not sleep. And I used to wonder then—why? Why, Spence? I still wonder. You took the pills. They were quite strong. I suppose you have to say that otherwise you would never have slept at all. Living wasn’t easy for you, was it? What did you like to do? You loved sailing, especially in stormy weather. You loved polo. But then Will Rogers was killed in that airplane accident. And the fun went out of it for you, didn’t it? You never played polo again—never again. Tennis, golf, swimming, no, not really. You’d bat a few balls. Fair you were. I don’t think that you ever swang a golf club. Is “swang” a word? Swimming? Well, you didn’t like cold water. And walking? No, that didn’t suit you. That was one of those things where you could think at the same time—of this, of that, of what, Spence? What was it? Was it some specific life thing like Johnny being deaf, or being a Catholic and you felt a bad Catholic? No comfort, no comfort. I remember Father Ciklic telling you that you concentrated on all the bad and none of the good which your religion offered. It must have been something very fundamental, very ever-present. And the incredible fact. There you were—really the greatest movie actor. I say this because I believe it and I have heard many people of standing in our business say it. From Olivier to Lee Strasberg to David Lean. You name it. You could do it. And you could do it with that glorious simplicity, that directness: you could just do it. You couldn’t enter your own life, but you could be someone else. You were a killer, a priest, a fisherman, a sportswriter, a judge, a newspaperman. You were it in a moment. You hardly had to study. You learned the lines in no time. What a relief! You could be someone else for a while. You weren’t you—you were safe. You loved to laugh, didn’t you? You never missed those individual comics: Jimmy Durante, Phil Silvers, Fanny Brice, Frank McHugh, Mickey Rooney, Jack Benny, Burns and Allen, Smith and Dale, and your favorite, Bert Williams. Funny stories: you could tell them—and brilliantly. You could laugh at yourself. You enjoyed very, very much the friendship and admiration of people like the Kanins, Frank Sinatra, Bogie and Betty, George Cukor, Vic Fleming, Stanley Kramer, the Kennedys, Harry Truman, Lew Douglas. You were fun with them, you had fun with them, you felt safe with them. But then back to life’s trials. Oh hell, take a drink—no-yes-maybe. Then stop taking the drink. You were great at that, Spence. You could just stop. How I respected you for that. Very unusual. Well, you said on this subject: never safe until you’re seven feet underground. But why the escape hatch? Why was it always opened—to get away from the remarkable you? What was it, Spence? What was it? I meant to ask you. Did you know what it was? What did you say? I can’t hear you…

Vicious Vinyl 🦇

im not gonna shut up about bort and dia im not im not im not gonna shut up about how bort drove themself away from dia because they pursued excellence for sensei and im not gonna shut up about how bort never let dia help them to the point that dia challenged that giant lunarian dog thing on their own to try to prove themself and im not gonna shut up about how when dia told phos to change themself they were probably talking about themself, dia, diamond, because they feel useless compared to bort.

im not gonna shut up about how dia and yellow are both diamonds that feel undeserving of their titles; dia because they are fragile, yellow because their partners keep dying, do you think bort worked even harder because they hated the idea of feeling like their siblings did? im not gonna shut up about how bort found a life outside of bloodlust only for them to be forced back onto the battlefield because of the lunarian invasion and do you think they saw dia then and thought, oh. oh no. this is what dia has become. this is because of me. because i do!! i think about how bort saw the diamond that stopped being their elder sibling centuries ago, and saw the way they splintered and fractured with that never-ending hunger to prove themself, and realized that a diamond is so much more dangerous when they are fragile.

i think about how the division of soul flesh and bone plays into the story - gems are immortal, so they have forever to realize their purpose; but gems are immortal, so they have forever to realize their emptiness. they have forever to lose their purpose, because bones cannot change like soul and flesh do. flesh twines and souls drift but bones crack if you bend them too hard. the lustrous have one purpose and that's why when they become lunarians, they have a sense of freer will and indulgence. and ignorance. bort in the room alone watching the jellyfish.... god i wish i could understand what the panels were saying

I had a dream I was a mineral. Weak but important...

“Cold and gloomy”