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viinas · 4 months
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The devil speaks through hearts left yearning. He can’t tell lies but sings wicked euphonies. Below the hills, there lies a chasm Holding valleys of phantasms.
Have ya'll heard this Folk of the Air song that I wrote? I managed to gently persuade by friend @victoriacarbol to sing the Balekin part to my Cardan in my third Toxic Families in Faerie song. DOESN'T SHE SOUND AMAZING? Anyway, you can watch this lyric video or stream this bad boy on the Bookish Songs Collective's Folk of the Air album Under the Hill.
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riesenfeldcenter · 27 days
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At our last monthly open house of the semester, we pulled a few items with poetry for National Poetry Month. In our copy of Ballads En Termes de la Ley, we stumbled upon a poem about the 1892 Carlill v. Carbolic Smoke Ball Company case, which many students recognized from their 1L contracts class.
A notable case in terms of contracts within advertisements, Carlill v. Carbolic involved the company's advertisement stating that buyers who found the product didn't work after using it as instructed could claim £100 (the equivalent of $20,186 USD today). When Louisa Carlill contracted influenza after using the smoke ball three times daily for nearly two months, she went to claim her reward. Carbolic claimed it wasn't a serious contract, but the court held that there was a fully binding contract.
"Mrs. Carlill has sniffed the Carbolic
Smoke Ball--nasty thing--thrice a day;
Fits of neuralgia, the gout and the colic,
To such pains would be simply child's play.
And yet, after all's said and done,
Influenza has held her in thrall"
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ehlihr · 8 months
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favourite part of law school rn is reading old timey torts/contracts cases they would do anything in the 19th century
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Ciprian: People say I have a unique way of lighting up the room.
Andreyen: It’s called arson and those people are witnesses.
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armchairaleck · 7 months
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Things I'm wishing for season 6:
Viren lives.. in whatever mind warping, insane way possible, or Aaravos was just lying, I'll take either..
Someone finds him a clean shirt, cos goddamn I'm tired of trying to write about him in that tired fricken purification smock..
Sigh.. I do not want to write a clothes shopping scene and yet I feel compelled to do so..
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ravenpuffheadcanons · 3 months
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WHY is Belle’s hair down in the 1850s IN AN OPERATING THEATRE though
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Caustic Candy: Florence McVean — A Victim Once Again?
Okay, I need to put a caveat/trigger warning ahead of this post: Acid attacks are a serious problem, and in no way shape or form am I discounting, disbelieving, or brushing aside the victims of these horribly violent attacks. In this post, I will discuss two singularly rare incidences which DO NOT reflect the vast and overwhelming majority of victims. In point of fact, these two cases are…
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endless-grishaverse · 2 years
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Every time I listen to this song, I imagine the Darkling riding black horse through the fields of Ravka
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I'm sooo in love with this song
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jacqui-dennett · 1 year
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Continuing the Recycle Painting with Light project for college. This time using masks and layers to create a single image
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narration-on-demand · 2 years
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Once Stanley awoke from his surgery, he realised one of his kidneys was missing. Now, I have no idea how he’d go about *knowing* that his kidney was missing- could he feel it? No, that’d be strange.
Stanley got up from the operating table, mourning the loss of his favourite kidney.
Stanley went over to the metal table on wheels.
7/6
Oh- would you look at that- how did *he* get here? Well, I suppose there’s no complaining about an extract Figlurineley. Remember: you’re not getting any sort of validation or praise from collecting them all.
He walked out of the operating theatre, and walked through the door on his left.
On your left, Stanley.
The left one, Stanley.
Are you still recovering from the grossly disproportioned anaesthetic I administered through the office vents? Come on Stanley. Hold your hands out for me. The hand that makes an ‘L’ is the left. Go for that side.
Oh, for god’s sakes- Stanley! The left! Last I checked, kidneys didn’t affect mental capacity! Come on now, let’s give it one last go, and let’s not mess it up, eh?
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months
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"TOOK POISON IN K. & P. STATION," Kingston Daily Standard. August 19, 1913. Page 1. ---- Mrs. Frank Redden Swallowed a Quantity of Carbolic Acid. ---- SHE IS STILL ALIVE ---- After Taking the Poison the Woman Asked Station Agent to Phone Husband's Cab Stand. ---- In an attempt to end her life this morning about ten o'clock, Mrs. Frank Redden, the wife of a well-known hack driver of this city, walked into the ladies' waiting room at the C.P.R. station and taking a bottle of carbolic acid from her purse apparently drank the contents. After doing this she walked into the office of the station agent, Mr. J. Flett, and said to him, "I have just taken a drink of carbolic acid, will you please telephone to No. 600 and tell them there." This is the cab stand on Clarence street with which her husband is connected.
The station agent 'phoned for the police and Constables Mullinger and Armstrong answered the call. They at once sent for Corbett's ambulance and a doctor. When Dr. Fee arrived he examined the woman and had her removed to the General Hospital in the ambulance. Her lips and mouth were badly burned by the acid but it is not known whether she swallowed very much of the contents of the bottle, although when it was picked up it was found to be empty.
She is still alive, but it is not yet known whether she will recover. The doctors, however, have good hopes.
After she was removed to the hospital two notes that she had written were picked up in the waiting room. One read, "Frank, come to the K. & P. station, I have taken poison," and the other, addressed to a near relative, said she had been driven to it.
Her husband was sent for and arrived at the station a short time after the constables got there.
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dreamtigress · 5 months
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Eeeee - Found this - https://open.spotify.com/track/759Z8n13e0651sGG99xEZb?si=ca7ed08043664b7f
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srndpt2024 · 6 months
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eleilinnrallin · 9 months
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VICTORIA CARBOL'S NEW SONG
AAAAAAA
https://open.spotify.com/track/6Vltb62XYsu6BReZySTljU?si=619fab84a3aa4a74AA
This is on my gay playlists/religious doubts playlist now, it articulates very well how it can feel in a lot of Christian spaces as a queer person.
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readerviews · 9 months
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MEET THE AUTHOR! A Conversation with Colleen Kanten Carbol – Author of “Find Me On 4th Street”
Today, Reader Views talks with Colleen Kanten Carbol about her book, "Find Me on 4th Street." #reading #meettheauthor #authorinterview #readerviews
Find Me on 4th Street Colleen Kanten CarbolTellwell Talent (2023)ISBN: 978-0228884606 Colleen Kanten Carbol is the author of the inspirational romance novel, Find Me on 4th Street. She discovered her love of writing while communing with the bubbling brook near her childhood home in Red Deer, Alberta. She now delivers home-grown Canadian classics that offer hope for a simpler life in our busy…
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figments-of-nightmares · 10 months
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firestarter cinematic version>>>>>>>>
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