Bucky seemed to have no enemies, and had in fact obtained the prized local status of being ‘On the Level.’ This was the greatest achievement any boy of seven or eight could obtain. Whatever or wherever the level was, Bucky was on it. If the Whelans, tow-haired boys who sold newspapers down by Borough Hall and who didn’t tolerate the lesser children in the neighborhood, were asked about Bucky Barnes, they would reply without hesitation that Bucky was on the level, yes, yes he was. And Billy Shanahan, who had the newspaper beat down by Ebbets Field, could confirm this. Bucky Barnes was not balled up, no how; you wouldn’t have a hard time with Barnes. Barnes sold no baloney, and he wasn’t upstage, and if he saw you sneaking into a movie picture without paying? Barnes wouldn’t ever flag down the attendant, Barnes wasn’t the type. Barnes didn’t doublecross; you could count on Barnes to be legitimate.
I forgot to rec this the other day when I read it! In any event, a little late: I recommend this fic HIGHLY, it is fucking superb. It does something different with the backstory that’s a neat change, and the New York history is so wonderful, and THE PROSE. IS. FANTASTIC. I love fiction about children that is really accurate and authentic about what children are like and this does that so beautifully — Bucky’s internal narration is so spot-on, and Steve is so great, and the whole thing is just so winning and beautiful and a little heart-wrenching. It’s the first part of what promises to be a longer series of stuff but it definitely stands on its own. Again: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED, PLEASE READ.
I loved this fic too. Damn good.
I still want to know how everyone agreed on “to hide Anakin Skywalker’s son, let’s take him to Anakin’s home planet, leave him with Anakin’s family, and not change his last name from ‘Skywalker’”
Q: What was your most physically demanding day?
Dancy: Being painted black from my waist up, covered in goo, wrapped in a kind of embryonic sac, having antlers attached to my head, pushed inside a fake stag carcass, and having to burst myself out of it and scream at the top of my lungs. That was a weird day! (laughs) Not one I expect I’ll ever repeat.
The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.
A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.
These are some fun fucking facts