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i keep watching video essays and listening to people review one piece on yt and listening to people's reactions to water 7/ennies lobby is so fun for me i want to watch it for the first time again so badddd still the greatest op arc to this day imo 😮💨😮💨
accidentally, a comic that was supposed to be about Merlin and Arthur turned into a comic about Kay and Merlin and now I’m looking at the rest of my story ideas and you know what. the dynamic compels me enough to overhaul my notes to focus on this
(& before anyone says anything: the spelling shift between Cei to Kay mid scene is intentional)
⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
the death of sir agravaine
march to camelot #2: fool
YELLOWJACKETS — 2x06, Qui
Going out on a bang for the last Whitby update so Bram Stoker got lots of names for Whitby residents from actual gravestones including Mr. Swales' name. Naturally when I found that out I was like well I will find his name if I have to read every damn gravestone in this cemetery (it was a real "Ecstasy of Gold" moment for me to be sure) and I did find him, the OG Swales namesake of the icon himself and
So if you can't read the headstone is first for Mary Swales and then their infant son (they died within weeks of eachother which is sad). Then 22 years later Robert Swales died on October 9th 1870 "and was interred in the cemetery at Darlington". So when Stoker wrote Mr. Swales having his little hissy fit about how the gravestones all tell lies and half of the graves are empty he knew that the real Swales had an unoccupied grave at Whitby which is. Like an easter egg that is buried 50 feet under the Earth but I Fucking Found It
CALL DOWN THE HAWK ⚔️ MAGGIE STIEFVATER
❝ Does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt? ❞
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babylon berlin + season 4 trailer
Oh look who rescued Jonathan and is now taking good care of him :3c
Happy birthday Dath!
AAAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK AT THEM!!!! Boy am I glad that Jonathan’s been rescued by a dashing cowboy who can soothe the wolves by playing guitar and will lend him his coat instead of being lost and alone in the spooky woods :’)
Morgause’s eldest was wild and brave and so charming even her father allowed her whatever she wanted- sword lessons, the freedom to run about the estate, even a delay in marriage. Morgause longed to warn her that this could not last, that sooner or later she would become a token in a political match, that she was not a son no matter how much Lot indulged her, but she could never bring herself to.
Morgause’s second was the fairest of the four, and she knew it. Flowing hair of spun gold like something out of a fairy tale, and she knew what to do with it. How to be beautiful. How to be observant. Morgause suspected she was far cleverer than she let anyone know.
Morgause’s third daughter was hard to call hers, for she always and only wanted her father’s attention. “You have a little Electra there,” said Morgan when she came to visit. “Which I suppose would make you Clytemnestra. Be careful with that one.” It was a cruel remark, typical of Morgan.
Morgause’s youngest would be hers, she vowed. Hers to protect as long as she could, hers to teach in gentility and kindness, hers to defend from the world as long as the world would allow her. The way her mother had raised her.
Morgause didn’t like to think about the child still stirring inside her. That was a problem she could wait to handle.
By Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones (Part 1) (Part 2)
1. Love among the Ruins (1870 - 1873) 2. The Beguiling of Merlin - Merlin and Vivien (1870 - 1874) 3. Days of Creation 1st day (The First Day of Creation) 1870 - 1876 4. The Golden Stairs (1876 - 1880)
Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery has a world-renowned collection of works by Burne-Jones and the Pre-Raphaelites that, some claim, strongly influenced the young J. R. R. Tolkien, who wrote The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, with influences taken from the same mythological scenes portrayed by the Pre-Raphaelites. Tolkien considered his own group of school friends and artistic associates, the so-called TCBS, as a group in the vein of the Pre-Raphaelites.
so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.
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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time.
It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.
The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”
Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—
(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)
Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.
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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)
Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”
Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.
She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid.
It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips.
She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.
Prompt: Renfield somehow becomes a full vampire
AO3 Link: In Source. Rating: G. Content Warnings: None. Characters: Renfield, Dracula (mentioned), Seward (mentioned), Mina (mentioned).
Summary: Spurned by grief, Renfield realizes his now-attained wish is a futile one.
Dejan Kuzmanovic’s “Vampiric Seduction and Vicissitudes of Masculine Identity in Bram Stoker’s Dracula” (via atundratoadstool)
Black Sails regularly compares itself to the Odyssey, which works quite well, but also it’s got very strong Moby Dick vibes that of course it can’t acknowledge in canon because Moby Dick won’t be written for another 150 years but like
You’ve got this captain who has been hurt by something in the past to the point where it changes his entire motivation and personality, and he drags his crew on a quest to see justice done upon that thing or die trying– and they will die, because that thing is too huge and too clever to be fought by a ragtag group of men, and anyone who tries will be crushed in the attempt: and the captain knows this and is determined to try anyway at everyone’s peril, because he’s convinced that he can be different, despite the fact that his first mate is increasingly like “buddy my dude can you please Calm Down, look at all these other whales we’ve caught, can we p-LEASE go home. Are you going to make me shoot you???” And then at the end the guy left standing turns it all into a really ponderous and dramatic story about the nature of humanity.
Of course instead of drowning the captain Black Sails let him retire to Georgia to live with his boyfriend and I think that was very sexy of them
