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clove-pinks · 8 months
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Happy Eighteen-Forties Friday, my friends!
Illustration by Archibald Henning for The Natural History of the Idler Upon Town by Albert Smith (1848).
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captzexx · 10 months
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Daily Writing Challenge 2023 - Divine/Tragedy
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Embers shot up into the air, filling the navy blue sky with bits of red and orange fire as they floated higher into what some might call the divine heavens.  Albert didn't know if there was a heaven or even a hell for that matter, but of a part of him didn't care either.  He was stuck in limbo here.
It'd been two week since he'd come to the island and things were going well enough with his supplies as well his own sanity.  The house had been built perfectly to his specifications for his solitude, and thankfully the solar panels were doing just as the salesman had promised.  Living in a kind of vacation home was not how imagined he'd spend the rest of his life, but it wasn't bad either.
Just lonely.
Time was the enemy now as he found himself puttering about home, desperate not to fall into ambivalence.  He'd been reading a lot. And fishing.  Fishing a lot, which thankfully was helping with the supplies as he poked at the burning fish bones of his campfire.  Worry wasn't in him though as he closed his eyes listening to the waves all around him, letting the calm of the ocean settle his mind.
But not his heart.
Never his heart, which only ached with the emptiness.  It's a tragedy to be trapped in paradise but still unable to find happiness.
Maybe this was hell.  
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dragoneyes618 · 1 year
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“I was with Edwin Laughlin for his first experiments, before he became Phoenix. I collected his victims, and I his their remains in the walls of Ashtown. We killed so many Smiths. Too many to remember. More than have ever been found.” He flared his nostrils, his lip quivering as he spoke. “You all smell the same.”
“What is your name?” Cyrus asked.
“When the dragons arrive, I will consider it my duty to suck the marrow from your bones,” the man said. “You and that little girl-”
“Name,” Cyrus said. “For the Order of Brendan’s records.”
“Oh, well,” the man sneered. “For the records then. Willem Radulf Baldwin. Born the 14th of April, 1959. Transmortaled on the 8th of August, 1988.”
The Silent Bells, N.D. Wilson, Chapter Two
According to The Dragon’s Tooth, Lawrence’s sisters and Cyrus’s aunts, Harriet and Circe Smith, were killed by Phoenix; their bodies were not found until years later. So this bears up with canon.
What about the others? Willem Baldwin says that many, many Smiths have been killed by Phoenix. More than Harriet and Circe.
Was the plane crash Daniel Smith the elder died in perhaps not an accident? Was his body ever found?
It is stated that Lawrence’s parents “died of slow grief, mourning his siblings.” This is understandable - three of their children died during their lifetime, and a fourth, while safe, was forever beyond their reach; they never saw Hyacinth again.
But could their deaths have been...helped along, perhaps?
What about any other Smiths? How did the parents of Albert Smith, Cyrus’s grandfather, die? Did he have any siblings?
The Smiths seem to have been very notorious within the Order of Brendan for a family who was only properly reinstated within the last generation, for their members to have been targeted by Phoenix so much.
Either that, or Willem Baldwin was just trying to brag and intimidate Cyrus.
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postersbykeith · 7 months
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doomh3ad · 1 month
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sexy old men are one thing. sexy old MURDEROUS men however.......
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asoftepiloguemylove · 5 months
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I DID WELL. I WISH YOU SAW. // ON LONELINESS AND WANTING MORE
Beau Taplin On Fire // Albert Camus The Misunderstanding // @/picturesoflittleletters (instagram) // Andrew Kozma Song of the Insensible // pinterest // The Smiths "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out," The Queen is Dead (1986) // @swollenbabyfat // Phoebe Bridgers "Moon Song," Punisher (2020) // Hélène Cixous "Love of the Wolf," Stigmata: Escaping Texts // "Mizumono," Hannibal (2013-2015) dir. David Slade // Bring Me The Horizon "Don't Go" There is a Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let's Keep It a Secret (2010) // Danez Smith Acknowledgements
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agender-wolfie · 1 year
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Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .
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drivemix · 9 months
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Patti Smith's Wall
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musiconspotify · 2 years
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Albert Smith
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Big Belly Mama (2022) … rowdy …
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Part 6 for the Red Dead Twitter!
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romanticsparkle · 3 months
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if you like...
dead poets society
harry potter
the marauders
sofia coppola
lana del rey
taylor swift
fleetwood mac
the smiths
albert camus
fyodor dostoevsky (philosophy and literature in general)
history
poetry
hozier
let’s be mutuals/friends!
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clove-pinks · 1 year
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Dissolving views were a popular form of entertainment by the 1840s, using a type of slide projector to show a transition from one scene to another.
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An illustration by Archibald Henning of a popular science presentation using a magic lantern projector for The Natural History of the Idler Upon Town by Albert Smith, 1848.
The popular* mid-19th century writer, promoter, and entertainer Albert Smith also produced shows with dissolving views and moving panoramas, drawing on his experiences for the fictional Clumpley Literary and Scientific Institution in his 1844 novel The Adventures of Mr. Ledbury and His Friend Jack Johnson, which featured "experiments with the gases, and chemical transformations; tricks with the air-pump, and dissolving views; electro-type, and galvanic batteries—in fact, all sorts of entertaining sights."
*on this blog
Google Books has an 1848 novel called Dissolving Views, tentatively attributed to one Anne Gauntlett. It has some delightfully 1840s illustrations of the characters, who have names like "Professor Fingerfact" and "Mr. Delightingood."
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captzexx · 10 months
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Daily Writing Challenge - Lover/Aftermath
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Albert opened his eyes to the bright sun above.  It hurt like hell.
He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been here in the sand, but he knew it was the same as it ever was awakening with the sand in places he didn't think sand could be and the aches of his former night.  Bones ached, muscles spasmed, and his tongue felt like sandpaper as he tried to lick his lips to help with the dryness that made them burn moreso than the soon to be sunburn to his skin.
Soft lips pressed to his own and a flood of life emanated back into him.
The face of Seafom lifted from his with a smile on her full lips as she looked down from the crown of wet green locks above him as they swayed like vines from above.  Her eyes always bright and full of the sea's energy with that beautiful color he had decided to call her by.  A voice of the tides caressed his skin and lightened his weary body as she spoke to him.  "Owl-burt."
"Good morning, Foamy," his hand gently reaching up to push a lock of the vibrant hair from her face.  She would smile brighter to match the one now pasted on his face, her head curling into his bruised and battered palm as his rough callouses caressed sea-wrought skin.  "Did I sleep well?"
"Owl-burt," Seaform repeated as she ran her hands along his bare tanned chest, her fingers noting the bits of scarring and fresh cuts from his monthly ordeal.  Where once she had been terrified she had now grown used to it Albert supposed, it used to shame him but now had become the light at the end of his nightmarish tunnel.  Her hand noted along his chest to his stomach and even lower as she grinned widely, her sharpened shark teeth prominent as her bright eyes.  "Lowver."
"Oof!  Easy my dear,"  Albert laughed at her as he tried to twist a bit to his embarrassment at being caught so by her, but it was all fun as her musical laugh flitted into his ears.  The beach was full of their voices as the lovers laid in the sand.
It had been almost seven months now since he had come to the island and five since had first met Seafoam in that shrieking moment in the shallows.  Things had progressed slowly and fraught with as much danger to him as it had been for her, granted she had the luxury of swimming away from his episodes as he had to fight not to be drowned.  Or bitten.  Or crushed.  Or who knows how many other horrible ways he may have been maimed by the mermaid of his dreams in her process of learning about him.
Seafoam was exciting, precious, and beautiful.  And she was his.  And he hers, he supposed.  At least that's what he told himself, language was still troubling for the pair.  But they had time.
"Time is all I have with you," Albert touched her neck and face again, to which Seafoam happily guided her face into again.
Coming to the island had been a punishment, an attempt at redemption for the terror he had inflicted on his home and family.  He had created his own hell and was satisfied with his sentence.  But then she came to him.  And where the aftermath of his crimes had seemed to be only darkness, the sea had brought him hope and love.
"I love you, Seafoam."
"Lowve, Owl-burt."
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dragoneyes618 · 2 years
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Antigone straightened, brushed back her hair, and popped open one of the cases around her neck. Carefully, like she was handling some fragile newborn creature, she pulled out her ancient silent-movie camera. The camera was small, mostly brown, and textured like leather. Three generations of Smiths had worn silver smooth finger tracks around its skin.
The Dragon’s Tooth, page 26
This camera belonged to Antigone’s father before her, and his parents before him, Albert and Trudie Smith....
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sageandscorpiongrass · 11 months
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I am looking inward, You are looking at me.
Quote via. @/petfurniture on Twitter | The Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac | The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus | Nine, Sleeping At Last | The Essence of Hope: His Guiding Light, Randy Burns | Oak Tree Towering Prescence, Tatyana Fogarty | The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky | Don't You Wonder Sometimes?, Tracy K. Smith | Quote via. Roland Barthes | The Bug Collector, Haley Heynderickx | The Cottar's Pride - a Cottage Garden, Henry Sutton Palmer | Bitter Herb, Erica Jong | 1884, George Orwell
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saintemarvel · 10 months
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Arthur + some friends and family
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