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âThe Quiet Manâ (1952) John Ford
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Wild Strawberries (1957) - by Ingmar Bergman
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT, SC Johnson Wax Complex and Research Tower, Racine Wisconsins, 1936 - 1939

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At least I finally finished this dress.
A nice 50ies 2cv âdans son jusâ (from etienne)
New oneshot: Prepare for trouble and make it double
This is a oneshot for @teamrocketfanart. I hope you like it (the last part is a little bit short, BUT (SPOILER ALERT!) there will be a big wedding in my fanfiction âUntil all eternityâ if my readers want to. The next thing Iâm going to upload is the tenth chapter of my longest story âUAEâ. Have fun and thanks for your support :) Prepare for trouble and make it double Jessie, James and Meowth flew in a high arch through the air, eventually hitting the cold hard ground of an untraveled street surrounded by fancy terraced houses. The magenta-haired woman bobbed up, narrowed her eyes to a slit and tried to recognize the place in which they had landed. Jessieâs head was throbbing, the violent collision had caused a blurry and distorted vision. She staggered like a drunkard towards her team-mates. âWhere are we? This sure doesnât look familiar to me,â she wondered while culling her belongings that were spread over the sidewalk. Jessie reached for her ruby red lipstick and her grass-green earrings, stowing them into her leather pouch. James shook his head and sat up. His whole body trembled and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He couldnât remember what happened before the impact. Why did they blast off again? Did they lose an encounter with the twerps? Did Pikachu give them a sample of his powerful electric moves? James had a quick glance at his partner and looked quite surprised. âJessie! What are you wearing?â he was completely startled by her unusual sight and thought that this was a side effect of a possible concussion. âWhat do you mean? Iâm wearing my uniform, you fool!â Jessie snorted derisively and crossed her arms in front of her chest. âDis is not yous uniform, Jess,â Meowth put in his two cents. He made a stab at standing up, his knees were wobbly and he clinched to Jamesâ arm to find his footing. Jessie looked down at herself, carefully examining her dress. It was navy blue and speckled with white dots. The cut of the dress was elegant and reminded her of a picture she had seen in a vintage magazine. Her hands moved upwards, frisking her hair that was worn quite sleek and smooth, with a slight wave at the front. Her outstretched fingers passed gently over a scarlet red headband that was made of plastic. Two pearl earrings adorned her porcelain face. Jessie flashed a smile. âPass me your hand mirror, James! I want to admire my immortal beauty,â she snatched at the item and looked at herself in the mirror.
âTruly unique!â Jessie was really carried away by that pleasant sight. A flawless complexion and perfectly painted kissable lips. She was a feast for the eyes.
âWhat does this portend? Where are we?â James asked, visibly frightened. âLook over there!â Meowth pointed at a poster stand only a few meters away. Team Rocket got back on their feet and walked up to the adverstising board that was lit by a streetlamp. There was a picture of a man with blonde hair and a pompadour. He grinned ear to ear, his fingers sliding over a piano keyboard. He was wearing a striped suit, his name was Jerry Lee Lewis. Jessie didnât notice anything unusual at first glance. He was probably putting on a big concert in the city hall of this inconspicuous place, but James caught sight of the date and let out a scream. He couldnât belive his eyes. âIt says the concert takes place tonight at nine oâclock,â he swallowed hard. âWhatâs so bad about it? Why are you flinching? You look as though youâd seen a ghostâ, Jessie scolded âTake a look at the date,â he said with a quavering voice, pointing at the big brown number on the yellow background, right behind Lewisâ ears. Jessie and Meowth pushed their friend aside and stared at the ciphers disclosing the present year: 1957.Meowthâs jaw dropped, Jessie jumped out of her skin. She stepped back. âHowâs that even possible? Did we do some kind of time travel? Is this a feeble joke? Who wants to frame us?â she worked herself up. James spotted a wrinkled piece of paper on the sidewalk. He picked it up and tried to smooth out the single pages. He checked the date in the top right corner of the newspaper that confirmed their journey to the past. âPinch me! Maybe, this is just a dream and Iâm about to wake up,â Jessie asked and Meowth acceded to this request, but nothing changed. They were still standing next to the poster stand, unsettled and suspicious. âThis could be a test,â James assumed. âThey want to put us through our paces, they want to check our exercise capacity and see whether weâre able to deal with the pressures or not,â he considered. Jessie was by no means convinced of Jamesâ theory. âOr maybe, weâre just victims of a mass hysteria,â Meowth whispered. âMaybe weâre no longer ourselves,â Jessie presumed with regard to her superficial change.
Why would they send the trio back in time? This was a mystery which had to be solved. Suddenly, they could hear footsteps coming closer. An elderly woman, clad in swamp green, called for a certain Lady Jessica. âQuick! Go hide behind the bushes, we must not be seen together!â Jessie ordered. James and Meowth jumped headfirst into the dense scrub and took cover. They peered through the brushwood in order to observe the scenery. The woman walked up to Jessie and grabbed her hands. âI was sick with worry, Lady Jessica. Where have you been today?â the elderly woman wanted to know. Jessie had no idea who that lady was. She had curly vermilion hair and steel-blue eyes. âI was busy,â Jessie answered, trying to come up with a credible excuse. The woman began to wipe the dirt off Jessieâs dress. âLook at you, totally soiled and your hair is more than tousled. We need to fix this before youâre going to meet John,â she explained. Jessieâs eyes widened. âWhoâs John?â Jessie asked, giving a jerk as the woman bored a metallic bobby pin into her scalp. She was coarse and didnât handle Jessie with kid gloves.The elderly lady laughed out loud. âYou little jokester! John is your fiancĂ© and tomorrow, youâre getting married,â the woman exclaimed, ramming another barrette into Jessieâs hair. âIâm getting married?â Jessie was more than astonished. âSheâs getting married?â James and Meowth whispered in unison. This was a major piece of news. âWho would marry a prickly character like Jessie?â Meowth wonderd, casting the branches aside to obtain a better view of the curious events. âOf course, you are. Heâs a splendid specimen! Youâve greatly exceeded the nubile age, itâs time to marry you off to a decent and career oriented gentleman who cares for you and who offers you the possibilty to live a worry-free life!â Jessie was blown away by the description of this man called John. She imagined him being tall and buff because he was working out every day. He had dark hair and chocolate eyes, an overwhelming smile, money and stocks in abundance. He was well trained, strong and a self-starter. He would shower her with compliments and gifts, provide her with an unlimited credit card âIâm ready to meet my future husband,â Jessie got into raptures, linked arms with the elderly lady and left her team-mates behind. Meowth wanted to take the initiative and follow Jessie and that woman, but James held the he-cat back. âJimmy! What are yous doinâ? We need to stop her,â he shouted, baring his sharp claws. âNo, Meowth! Havenât you seen the overjoyed expression on Jessieâs face? She was delighted with the thought of John. Who knows, he could be the right guy. Sheâs been dreaming about a regal wedding for so long and now, thereâs the possibility to put this greatest wish into reality. We shouldnât detain her from eternal happiness, letâs go,â James stood up and ran deeper into the forest. He couldnât tell Meowth that Jessieâs decision had hit him especially hard. James was convinced that she enjoyed lving with Team Rocket, living with him. Theyâd spent so much time together. He had always tried to please her. James rememberd countless episodes of their common adventures. Jessie had protected him from the Ghost of Maidenâs Peak, he remembered her soft smile in their hot-air balloon when he had decided to choose Team Rocket over money and wealth, or her encouraging words in the shipwreck that threatened to take them down into the depths of the ocean. James always thought that he wasnât all the same to Jessie, that he made part of her life and that she had found a loyal and trustworthy friend in him. There was this song playing in his head, he recalled the lyrics that described their relationship right on the mark: You were the rain falling on my skin Yeah, I was dying when you pulled me in I was your rebel and you were my girl It was us against the world But apparently he had been deceived in Jessie. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she was gone. Jessie was about to meet John, a paragon, a doer, a man of the world and very likely the complete opposite of James. Jessie was led to an old manor with a grey facade and dark green window shutters at the end of the street. The Team Rocket-member spotted three figures behind the curtains. She recognized a woman with an updo and two men sitting at the table, sipping tea or coffee out of tiny ceramic mugs. The elderly lady, called Patricia, opened the entrance door and yield to Jessie. The young woman entered the manor and was welcomed by a man with short white hair and a giant moustache. He bowed down in front of Jessie, linked arms with her and guided her to the kitchen. There was a man sitting with his back to the agent and the woman behind the curtains proved to be a lady in her late 50ies, wearing a pastel yellow high waist Vivien swing skirt. âJessica!â she exclaimed and ran up to Jessie in order to hug her and place a tender kiss on her cheeks. Jessie kept calm and wasnât trying to get away, although she felt anything but comfortable in this position. âLook whoâs here,â the woman smiled all over her face and Jessie was more than impatient to finally meet her future husband, the man of her sacred dreams. He stood up and turned around, thatâs when Jessie experienced the strongest horror in her life.
John looked exactly like James, the same eye colour, the same lavender hair, they could definitely pass off as twins.
âGood evening, Jessica,â even the voices were identic. Jessie was quite shocked. John reached for her hand and kissed it. She giggled and blushed deeply, unable to cope with this situation. Jessie began to laugh hysterically.
âThis is a joke, right? Where are the cameras? You got me,â she chuckled. âJames, youâre such an idiot,â Jessie clipped the man standing in front of her. John was perplex. Why did his fiancĂ©e Jessica act like that, completely out of sorts? She couldnât calm herself, it was too much. âJessica, is everything okay with you?â he asked her, caressing her hand as she was still laughing herself to tears. âStop calling me Jessica. Whoâs the brain behind this? Meowth?â Jessie wondered. âThere is no Meowth. What is wrong with you? I think itâs the edginess that is driving you crazy. You canât wait to marry me,â John hugged Jessie and gently fixed a flyway hair. She immediately released herself from that tight embrace. âStop it! Itâs not funny! Why are you doing this to me, James?â Jessie was slowly getting annoyed. âSweetheart, my name is John,â he confirmed. There was only one way to prove her theory. Jessie reached for Johnâs trouser pocket because she knew that James stored his crown cap collection in there, but she grasped at nothing. This wasnât a prank, she was really facing her future husband, looking like that pathetic guy she spent so many years with.
âMay I talk to you privately?â he asked her. Jessie nodded, gradually realizing that John meant business. She followed him to the kitchen and he closed the door behind them. The kitchen was extremly colourful, but looked old-fashioned. She spotted stainless steel counters, which blended beautifully with the warm quality of wood and plaster surfaces throughout the room. There were a classic red espresso coffe pot, a scale, a magnetic kitchen timer, a set of three storage containers on the tray and a few milk pint bottles ready for use, eggs were frying in the pan. John wrapped his arms around her waist. âYouâre going to be the perfect housewife, spending hours over a hot stove, cleaning the house and windows and feeding our children,â he smiled softly at her, but Jessie flashed her eyes at him. âGet your hands off me,â she yelled, pushing her fiancĂ© away.
âDo you really think Iâm going to be that dependent and naive dolly who prepares breakfast for her committed spouse? Listen to me, my friend, the only thing Iâm going to do in this kitchen is slamming that roasting pan right into your face!â Jessie was red from anger.
Thatâs not how she imagined her marriage. She was a headstrong woman, the leader of her former trio, the dominant and strong-willed person, but this was 1957 and powerful post-World War II propaganda encouraged women to seek husbands, settle down and have babies. Women who enrolled in higher education often did so in order to improve their domestic skills, but Jessie was a rebel and she wouldnât let John or his family lower her to a level of a mere kitchen utensil. Jessie was emancipated and a feared Team Rocket-agent. No one was allowed to mortify her, she clearly called the shots.
The grip on her shoulders grew stronger. âYouâre going to obey me, Jessica. You belong to me,â John whispered with a threatening undertone. âThere is no way back. Our parents agreed on this wedding and now itâs our task to please and not disappoint them,â he added. Jessie tried to release herself from his firm grip. She fought tooth and nail against his arms, eventually able to break away from John. Patricia stepped into the kitchen and witnessed the discrepancies between the couple. âWhatâs going on?â she exclaimed, observing Jessie running for cover behind the cooking island. âYou canât force me to marry him!â Jessie shouted, she was all churned up inside.
âYou canât buck the trend, itâs your duty to become a good housewife and mother, so donât be reluctant to enter into marriage,â Patricia impended.
The elderly lady and John began to slowly walk up to Jessie, trying to calm her down, but the Team Rocket-member was faster, pressed the door handle of the rear exit and rushed out into the cool night.
Jessie began to run as fast as her legs would carry her. She got past countless lighted row houses and a well-groomed park. Thousands of thoughts circled endlessly in her mind and developed into a torment. Why had she always been unlucky in love? John wasnât the first man who tried to change her manner. She remembered a guy called Sebastian who had tried to turn her into a submissive and obedient woman without own will. She remembered Toni who had exploited her to such an extent that she began to feel disgusted with herself. Men were known to bring bad luck. A disappointment followed the next. She always caught a Tartar, she struggled to swallow the tears which choked in her  throat. Finally, Jessie stopped in front of a bar and set foot in it. The pub was crowded. Men and women were high-spiritedly dancing, drinking and celebrating. A band played some wild RockânâRoll-music and had to watch out for flying bottles and glasses. The magenta-haired woman cleaved a way to the bar counter and sat down on a stool. She ordered a strong drink and reached for snacks and peanuts in a little black bowl. At first, she didnât even notice that someone approached her, until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder. âJessie?â a male voice said. She turned around and stared into two emerald-green eyes. James was standing behind her, slapping on a faint smile. âJames,â Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck, still fighting to hold back her tears. âIâm so glad to see you,â she whispered. Meowth jumped on the bar counter and sat down next to his team-member. James realized that something was bothering his best friend. He returned the gesture and pulled her gently towards him. âWhatâs wrong? Donât you like your future husband?â he asked her. Jessie didnât want to show any weaknesses, she who always proclaimed that feelings were for wimps, but she reached a point where she could no more get a hold of herself. âItâs terrible!â she whimpered. James took a napkin and wiped her tears away. âTell me,â he surprised her with his caring side. âThey want to force me to marry a macho. Heâs so convinced of himself, he wants me to be a hausfrau, he wants me to cook, clean and watch after our unborn babies. They want to break my spirit and I cannot permit that! Iâm a strong person, James, and I donât want anybody to hector me! Iâm independent, Iâm a feared Team Rocket-agent, for goodness sake! I donât want them to prey upon me, thatâs just not my world. I do have an own will, I do have objectives and no one is going to demote me to a mere kitchen utensil! The problem is that thereâs no way I could escape this wedding, itâs settled and thereâs no chance to take off and bunk,â she unburdened herself of her tragic situation. James could relate to her concerns, something similar was waiting for him if he would ever turn back to his parents and his domineering fiancĂ©e Jessiebelle. Thatâs why he wanted to stay out of marital matters.  âAnd the worst part about it is that he looks like you,â Jessie sobbed. âWell thanks,â James felt a little bit offended by her remark. Thatâs when Meowth got the perfect idea. âWait a minute,â he looked at James and scowled. âYous said that he looks like Jimmy, why donât yous replace ya future husband with him?â the scratch-cat proposed, pointing at James. Jessie raised her eyes. âThat sure could work,â she considered. James blanched and loosened his collar. âNo way! Iâm not marrying you,â his voice was shaky. He swallowed hard and began to sweat. âWhereâs da difference, Jimmy. Yous two are acting love-love all da dime,â Meowth replied, convinced that his fraud would bear fruit. âBut, but Jessie and I are just friends,â James stammered, scared at the thought of entering into marriage. One part of him was able to acquire a taste for a sincere relationship with Jessie, for he had developed romantic feelings for her over that past few years, but the other part strived against this idea. He was afraid that Jessie would turn out to be an even worse partner than his dreadful fiancĂ©e and that he would suffer for the rest of his life, servile and abulic. âWhat about da hugs, what about yous holding hands?â Meowth broached the subject again. âPurely amicable,â James set the record straight. âAnd what about that incident at the waterfalls? Donât you remember?â Jessie tried to jog his memory. James thought back to the night in July when he and Jessie had made out under the moonlight. Both had been squiffy and excited.  After emptying a bottle of cheap wine, he had taken the initative and crushed his lips on Jessieâs. James had kissed her in the most passionate way and she fell for his display of affection. It had been a memorable but unique moment. âBlame the wine,â he replied with no guilty feeling. âComeâon James, please! Do me this favour. Itâs just a fake marriage, the only thing I want to do is deceive them and restore my well-deserved freedom. We exchange our vow rings, take some pictures with the guests and disappear in our hot-air balloon as soon as they turn their backs on us, pleaseâ, Jessie begged. Normally, she wasnât the person who would call for assistance and help, she was convinced to solve all major problems on her own, being tough and self-confindent, but tonight was different, James and Meowth had to bail her out.
âWhat do you want me to do, Jess?â James was anything but pleased with the idea, but he had realized that his best friend was in need of support.
âYou two have to kidnap John, tie him to the heating, steal his suit and the rings and get ready for the ultimate ploy,â Jessie explaind, rubbing her hands. âI think Iâve got no alternative left but to meet your request,â he sighed and hung his head in discontent.
âThank you,â Jessie wasnât actually averse to marrying James. Sure, there have been wrangles and theyâve delivered fierce blows to each in the past, but on the whole, he had always been loyal and attentive. James nodded silently and he and Meowth set out for a nocturnal abduction.
It didnât take them long to track John down. Jessie had described them the way to the old manor, and her future husband was sleeping in the beautifully equipped sitting room. Meowth used his claws to make a hole into the giant glass window and the Team Rocket-members tiptoed stock-still to the dusky pink couch, trussed John and shut him up as he began to scream and shout. âHmm, there are some similarities,â James looked at the lavender-haired man, âbut he canât hold a candle to me,â he determined.
James threw his doppelganger over his shoulders and he, Meowth and the unfortunate soul left the building as quickly as they had come. John tried desperately to stand up to James, but the agent pulled the ropes and silenced the braggart. Meowth switched on the torch and searched for a suitable garden shed to lock the future spouse up. They pushed him into the small cottage, took off Johnâs last piece of clothing, snatched at the vow rings and padlocked the doors. âThat was the easy part of Jessieâs plan,â James sighed, the rings in his hand. Both were silver, the smaller one had a tiny diamond on top. âJessie would love it,â he thought and stowed the box in his trousers. It was the day of the wedding. Jessie was wearing an ivory gown with floral applique with a sheer tulle panel at the neckline and a dreamy ball skirt. She applied some mascara and lipstick to stand out above the crowd. James was already standing on the altar, nervous and with sweaty hands. Meowth bore him company, dressed in a neat dark brown garb, a flower looking out of his breast pocket. Then the time came, the music played and Jessie, her face covered with a veil, walked down the aisle. The priest welcomed his protĂ©gĂ©s, thanked them and the guests and introduced the purpose of this gathering. After the opening blessings he asked Jessie and James to turn face to face to each other and to express the sincere promises to each other. James took out a note from his trousers and began to read the lines: âJessie, my partner, my companion, my safe haven,â his voice was shaky. âWeâve been togehter for so many years,â he choked, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the words written on that tiny little piece of paper.
âI canât imagine a life without you,â he was more than close to tears.
âThank you for,â James sobbed heart-rendingly, not able to talk anymore. Jessie grinned under the veil and caressed his cheeks. âItâs okay,â she whispered, so that only James could hear it. âThe groom is terribly nervous,â the priest joked and everyone laughed out loud. âLetâs skip this part, okay?â Jessie suggested and James nodded in agreement. âWe both know why we want to stay together,â she added, reaching for his hand.
âJohn, do you take Jessica to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her?â âI do,â James replied. âAnd do you, Jessica, take John to be your husband?â
âI do,â was Jessieâs answer.
James took out the rings and placed the smaller one on Jessieâs finger. âJessie, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.â The priest observed the scenery and eventually pronounced them as husband and wife.
âYou may now kiss the bride,â he said. James leaned in and was about to place a tender kiss on Jessieâs lips and then she woke up.
Jessie was sitting bolt upright in her bed. She glanced over to James who was still snoring and asleep. It had only been a dream, she didnât have to marry John nor James. She was back in the presence, far away from the 50ies, far away from strict rules. âThat was a strange dream. Why would I want to get married to James?â she asked herself. Was this really only a dream or possibly some undisclosed desires?