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my-midlife-crisis · 6 months
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Salem's Lot 2004
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dindjiarin · 2 years
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So I have a rare(ish) copy of Salem's Lot that I didn't want to destroy with my thirsty annotations for Lewis Pullman's Ben Mears, so I went to buy a new one.
NOTICE ANYTHING, Y'ALL?
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THAT IS LEWIS FUCKIN' PULLMAN.
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I haven't seen any promo photos/BTS/casting shots anywhere so this was a shock to me lol
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hilloproblema · 6 months
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'salem, por stephen king
iniciado em: 7 ago 2023
terminado em: 24 out 2023
nota: 5.0
um livro que começa no fim. afinal, a cidade de jerusalem's lot já estava perdida e a salvação era um sonho (se ainda podiam sonhar os habitantes de lá) distante. não havia jeito melhor de iniciar essa fascinante história senão pelo seu fim. 'salem é um livro sobre não apenas a ruína física de uma cidade na colina, uma casa, um corpo desumano, mas também sobre a ruína da vida e até da fé. personagens cativantes e horripilantes, vivências de cores fortes e escuras, futuros inteiros - todos apagados pelo Mal com M maiúsculo mesmo, este que há muito nem a Igreja lida diretamente, mas nunca apagados pelo tempo e pela memória dos que restaram. é uma história sobre O homem alto e o seu retorno ao passado para exorcizar seus próprios demônios; uma história sobre O menino de uma inteligência maior que de muitos adultos e que não se deixa abalar nem diante dos seus piores medos; uma história de amor e dor para A garota que lê na praça; uma história vitoriosa àqueles que perderam suas vidas lutando; uma história de terror a todos os outros moradores e uma história de sombras aos corações ambulantes que não batem mais. stephen king é capaz de dizer tudo em uma história calada, sorrateira, que faz visita no meio da noite, bate à janela do seu quarto e pede para entrar. e o leitor, hipnotizado, cede aos pedidos outrora apaixonantes, logo sendo devorado com afinco pelas quatrocentas páginas de puro medo e desespero, do não saber o que está por vir. stephen foi meu vampiro, e esse livro foi a minha ruína. vidas e não-vidas que se entrelaçam umas às outras e traçam o destino que se sucede, é isto que esse livro é. carinhosamente recomendo a leitura aos amantes (ou não) de terror, e tenho apenas um defeito a pontuar pela quantidade enorme de nomes e personagens que com certeza não guardei na cabeça, e por muitas vezes me perdi neles. mas pode ter sido apenas um problema pessoal, que não aconteceria com outros leitores mais atentos. muitas referências à drácula de bram stroker e, para quem assistiu missa da meia-noite, essa história tem um conceito bem parecido. de longe, a superação do primeiro livro do king, carrie. para um segundo livro de toda a sua carreira, escrito em longos quase três anos, é inspirador e fantasmagórico, no seu bom sentido. cinco estrelas merecidíssimas.
(OBS: crítica negativa à capa da editora suma. quer dizer, é só olhar para a disposição do título e do nome do autor. o STEPHEN todo em caixa alta e o King apenas com a primeira letra da mesma forma, e o nome do livro perdido entre o nome do autor? sem falar que a imagem da capa é feinha mesmo e não diz muito sobre a história em si. nada se liga ao enredo ou à personalidade dele. poderiam aproveitar os 10 anos de lançamento para criarem uma nova edição, porque 'tá precisando.)
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I started watching Chapelwaite and every time I look at Adrien Brody I can't decide if: 1) I am sexually attracted to him 2) I just want him to give me a warm hug or 3) if I just feel extreme gender envy
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Mrs. Clores: - This is a sad house, Captain. No Boone has ever been happy here.
Charles: - Well, we'll be the first.
Chapelwaite, from "Jerusalem's Lot" by Stephen King, 2021 - ?
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vavuska · 2 years
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“Chapelwaite” is an adaptation of “Jerusalem's Lot”, a short story by Stephen King, first published in King's 1978 collection “Night Shift” . This story is a sort of prequel of 1975 “Salem's Lot”, King's second published novel. In the same collection, we find also a sequel of Salem's Lot, “One for the Road”, which is the first King's story I have ever red when I was in middle school, and it's worth reading.
Personally, I prefer King as short story writer than novel writer, but it's just because sometimes King seems to get lose in his own narration, expecially with longer works.
I suggest, if you are a spooky book collector, to search for November 11th, 2005, “Salem's Lot Illustrated Edition”, that includes in the back of the book pages that were omitted from the original publication, and both the short stories “One for the Road” and “Jerusalem's Lot” .
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However, "Jerusalem's Lot" story is narrated through a series of letters and diary entries, mainly those of its main character, aristocrat Charles Boone, although his manservant, Calvin McCann, also occasionally assumes the role of narrator. In this story Charles Boon is single and doesn't have children, also the whole Boone's family three is different and the cult leader is more close to the Boone family as you may expect.
I appreciate a lot this short story because is similar to classical horror fiction of '20s and '30s, in fact I think King is pick up directly to "The Rats in the Walls", a 1923 short story by H. P. Lovecraft.
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I liked this shows because it isn't just a meaningless horror about vampire, but it tells a lot about also fatherhood and relationships between fathers and their children: not only the widow Charles is struggling to support his children during a terrible loss - their mom -, but also he is facing one of the most common fears for parents: not being like their own parents. Charles Boone is the kind of man who thinks being father means sacrifice, but this is because he is still haunted by his father's insanity. Charles Boone is damned because of his family, and out of metaphor he has been forged by his father's action, as just as Silence has been led to suicide by her father's choices.
Other father figures are prominent in this show: the first victim of the “Boone illness" we see is a little girl, whose father resentment or desire to save his daughter led him to being killed by Philip; than we have Rebecca's father that abandoned her and her mother, but even if Rebecca's father doesn't regret what he did at the end saved Rebecca and offered to her all he had: his immortality, but Rebecca refuse, because she menaged to find her way in life without him and doesn't need his help anymore; we have the devious Philip who took his son Stephen in the darkness with him; Stephen who is too subservient to his father that also his love for Marcella falls in second place, and get her killed; the Minister who has a caring and accepting attitude, but isn't able to express his grief and feelings to his wife Alice; Samuel whose bigotry is no more than a way to protect his daughter Alice, his only reason of life; and also Jakab, the uncaring father who drains life from his “children” in order to survive.
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mylifeinfiction · 11 months
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Night Shift by Stephen King
I thought I had peeked over the rim of the universe and into the fires of hell itself.
No matter how great the stories within wind up being, short story collections are always such sluggish reads, for me. Compared to the last King short story collection I read, Skeleton Crew, I think  Night Shift easily wins, though. There may have not been any stories in here quite as staggering as The Jaunt, but there were definitely more that I really liked/loved, in general. Plus, my Top 5 Stories - One for the Road, I Am the Doorway, Children of the Corn, The Ledge & Graveyard Shift - are absolute knockouts! Just brilliantly effective, exciting, nightmare inducing storytelling. Either way, rating and reviewing short story collections is a pain in the ass, for me, so I'm going with an approach that generally seems to work. Here are my thoughts on each story:
*As Always With This Type of Review... POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!*
Jerusalem’s Lot : It took me way too long for me to get into it, because of the letter format, but once I did I really liked it. The first visit to the Lot and then the exploration of the basement were extremely unsettling/damn near terrifying. Love the revelation that’s Charles isn’t the last Boone. - 7.5/10
Graveyard Shift : A Top 5 Story. This was great. Creepy, skin-crawling, claustrophobic. The raw material of so many nightmares. Rats... Ugh. Bats... Ugh. Subbasements... Ugh. Asshole foremen... Ugh. - 9.5/10
Night Surf : A Capt. Trips story. Unlikable characters in the aftermath of the Trips epidemic, wandering around a desolate ex-tourist trap beach. They just burned a man infected with Trips and are coming to terms with it (I guess?). One of them has it now. Totally meh story. Was very happy when I could move on to the next one. - 2.5/10
I Am the Doorway : A Top 5 Story. (Maybe #1?) Fantastic cosmic horror about a man who grows eyes in the hands after coming back to earth from an exploratory mission orbiting Venus. They’re a doorway to some horrific world that wants to destroy us. He goes to desperate measures to stop them. Then he goes further. It’s weird. It’s creepy. It’s hopeless. I loved it. - 10/10
The Mangler : An industrial ironer is possessed and killing or severely harming workers at the cleaners. A rock solid story about the machines we make to make our lives easier turning on us. It's a theme King tackles often, and when it works, it really works wonders. These stories generally work especially well for me because I’ve always had a fear/distrust of large, dangerous machines like this one. Whether it was the trash compactor or cardboard crusher when I worked at Target or the redemption machines at the liquor store I worked at as a teenager, or even the band saw in Jr. High shop class, I always felt like no matter how safe I was, it wouldn’t matter. That made this especially creepy. - 8/10
The Boogeyman : The reason I chose this collection as my next King. I wanted to get it in before seeing the movie. Since then, I've decided I'll probably be waiting for it to hit streaming, but whatever. This was often chilling. If you don’t take a second (or third, or… shit… fourth) glance at your closet door after reading this, you’re a fool. It’d likely be a 10 if not for how unlikable the main character is. - 8/10
Grey Matter : A super gross allegory for alcoholism. It’ll turn you into a grey gooey slug monster that destroys everything and everyone around you. Get it? Anyway, it's not bad. Not really great either, though. - 6/10
Battleground : A lot of fun. Hexed Toy Soldiers attack a hit man who just got home from assassinating a toy maker. I wanted more, but what we get is more than good enough. - 8/10
Trucks : Another one about the machines turning on us. Really good tension. Very cinematic prose. So much better than Maximum Overdrive. Ha. - 9/10
Sometimes They Come Back : Might’ve even worked better as a whole novel. There’s a bunch here that really could’ve been expanded on. But still it's really good. Not quite my favorite, but really good. - 8/10
Strawberry Spring : Meh. Feels like filler. There's a promising concept with which very little is actually done. The ending was a little too obvious, yet fitting for how the rest of it read. I didn’t quite hate it, but it needed more meat to it. - 4/10
The Ledge : A Top 5 Story. Absolutely Fantastic! This is gripping, unpredictable storytelling. It’s suspenseful, it’s mean, and it’s so immensely satisfying in its structural simplicity. - 10/10
The Lawnmower Man : Super weird. No, seriously, this story is f*cking WEIRD. Not in a bad way, but certainly in an extremely unexpected way. I knew this was nothing like the movie, but damn. - 8.5/10
Quitters, Inc. : Brilliantly cruel. A great idea executed with a wicked creativity and pragmatism. Not quite Top 3, but a favorite, for sure. - 8/10
I Know What You Need : Interesting premise and execution. Not sure on the direction it takes though. A be careful with you wish for type thing maybe? Or a grass is always greener scenario? Anyway, I liked the connection to witchcraft/voodoo. Too anticlimactic to be great, though. - 6/10
Children of the Corn : A Top 5 Story. Guess I’m not sleeping tonight. When I was ~6 years old, I somehow ended up watching Children of the Corn. It quite literally scarred me for life. To this day, more than thirty years later, just driving past a cornfield makes my breath catch and the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention. This story just twisted the knife. So atmospheric and creepy and grim. I simultaneously loved it and hated it so damn much. And it definitely refuels my desire to make a King show like Tales from the Crypt and Cabinet of Curiosities to faithfully adapt his short stories. - 10/10
The Last Rung on the Ladder : Way to break my heart, Steve. My goodness this was sad. A Cat’s in the Cradle vibe by the end, just brother/sister instead of father/son. A reminder to always make the time for those you love. The loss you may face for being there is far more bearable than the loss you’ll face not being there. This hit like a brick. That final line, "She was the one who always knew the hay would be there." tore my heart out. - 8.5/10
The Man Who Loved Flowers : Love kills. This one’s ending hits hard because of the contrast in tone. Nice and very short. Nothing amazing, but effective in its language and tone. - 5.5/10
One For The Road : A Top 5 Story. Hell Yes! The atmosphere is magnificent. Not only did I have to put on a sweatshirt, but I damn near went on the hunt for a rosary. I absolutely love this little corner of King's world. I want more... so much more. And now I also really want to reread ‘Salem’s Lot. - 10/10
The Woman in the Room : Sad. It really should’ve been shorter. No other thoughts really. Except, why close it out with this one? You had One For The Road RIGHT. THERE. It would've been such a bookends way to close out this collection. ::shakes head:: - 5/10
"I have walked beneath death's umbrella and thought there was none darker. But there is. There is."
8/10
-Timothy Patrick Boyer.
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cory-trevorson · 2 months
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we NEED to keep talking about Palestine. we NEED to keep talking about the death and famine in Gaza. we NEED to keep talking about the war crimes the IOF is committing and shamelessly flaunting online right in front of us. Why aren't there any tags regarding this on the trending tags page anymore?
I am so ashamed we can all sit comfortably in our homes and enjoy our fandoms while nearly almost 30,000 Palestinians, 29,692 human lives, have been mercilessly slaughtered and starved out, and thats only since October 7th to this day. The injured count lies almost around 69,879.
In the past 24 hours, at least 86 people were killed, and around 131 others are left injured.
These are not just numbers. They are REAL people who just had their whole lives violently torn apart in just a day. Entire family lines massacred and wiped out in just a day.
UNRWA says the last time it was able to deliver food to northern Gaza was January 23rd.
January 23rd.
That is well over a month by now, and people are starving. People are using donkey fodder to keep themselves going. They have so much hope and determination, but the world is still failing them.
Keep the discussion open. Keep reblogging and tagging updates on Palestine. Keep doing your daily clicks, and donate somewhere if you financially can. Keep striking. Keep sharing the atrocities committed by the I"D"F and its supporters (our own complicit countries) so the innocent people of Palestine aren't swept under the rug like the rubble that burries their martyred mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and children. I am painfully reminded of my own people lying in unmarked graves somewhere forgotten and hidden away, the horrors of residential schools shared to me by my poor grandmother and Canada's continued silence. And that pales in comparison to the mangled bodies piling up in Gaza before our very eyes.
This is genocide.
This is not a trend, this is real life. They are still dying, starving, mourning, and petrified. Never forget the genocide the IOF is carrying out for the whole world to see. Never stop talking about it long after Palestine is free.
From the river to the sea, Palestine WILL be free. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
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bijoumikhawal · 6 months
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hello! i hope it's alright to ask you this but i was wondering if you have any recommendations for books to read or media in general about the history of judaism and jewish communities in egypt, particularly in ottoman and modern egypt?
have a nice day!
it's fine to ask me this! Unfortunately I have to preface this with a disclaimer that a lot of books on Egyptian Jewish history have a Zionist bias. There are antizionist Egyptian Jews, and at the very least ones who have enough national pride that AFAIK they do not publicly hold Zionist beliefs, like those who spoke in the documentary the Jews of Egypt (avaliable on YouTube for free with English subtitles). Others have an anti Egyptian bias- there is a geopolitical tension with Egypt from Antiquity that unfortunately some Jewish people have carried through history even when it was completely irrelevant, so in trying to research interactions between "ancient" Egyptian Jews and Native Egyptians (from the Ptolemaic era into the proto-Coptic and fully Coptic eras) I've unfortunately come across stuff that for me, as an Egyptian, reads like anti miscegenationist ideology, and it is difficult to tell whether this is a view of history being pushed on the past or not. The phrase "Erev Rav" (meaning mixed multitude), which in part refers to Egyptians who left Egypt with Moses and converted to Judaism, is even used as an insult by some.
Since I mentioned that documentary, I'll start by going over more modern sources. Mapping Jewish San Francisco has a playlist of videos of interviews with Egyptian Jews, including both Karaites and Rabbinic Jews iirc (I reblogged some of these awhile ago in my "actually Egyptian tag" tag). This book, the Dispersion of Egyptian Jewry, is avaliable for free online, it promises to be a more indepth look at Egyptian Jews in the lead up to modern explusion. I have only read a few sections of it, so I cannot give a full judgment on it. There's this video I watched about preserving Karaite historical sites in Egypt that I remember being interesting. "On the Mediterranian and the Nile edited by Harvey E. Goldman and Matthis Lehmann" is a collection of memiors iirc, as is "the Man in the Sharkskin Suit" (which I've started but not completed), both moreso from a Rabbinic perspective. Karaites also have a few websites discussing themselves in their terms, such as this one.
For the pre-modern but post-Islamic era, the Cairo Geniza is a great resource but in my opinion as a hobby researcher, hard to navigate. It is a large cache of documents from a Cairo synagogue mostly from around the Fatimid era. A significant portion of it is digitized and they occasionally crowd source translation help on their Twitter, and a lot of books and papers use it as a primary source. "The Jews in Medieval Egypt, edited by: Miriam Frenkel" is one in my to read pile. "Benjamin H. Hary - Multiglossia in Judeio-Arabic. With an Edition, Translation, and Grammatical Study of the Cairene Purim Scroll" is a paper I've read discussing the Jewish record of the events commemorated by the Cairo Purim, I got it off either Anna's Archive or libgen. "Mamluks of Jewish Origin in the Mamluk Sultanate by Koby Yosef" is a paper in my to read pile. "Jewish pietism of the Sufi type A particular trend of mysticisme in Medieval Egypt by Mireille Loubet" and "Paul B Fenton- Judaism and Sufism" both discuss the medieval Egyptian Jewish pietist movement.
For "ancient" Egyptian Jews, I find the first chapter of "The Story of the Jews: Finding the Words 1000 BC-1492 AD” by Simon Schama, which covers Elephantine, very interesting (it also flies in the face of claims that Jews did not marry Native Egyptians, though it is from centuries before the era researchers often cover). If you'd like to read don't click this link to a Google doc, that would be VERY naughty. There's very little on the Therapeutae, but for the paper theorizing they may have been influenced by Buddhism (possibly making them an example of Judeo-Buddhist syncretism) look here (their Wikipedia page also has some sources that could be interesting but are not specifically about them). "Taylor, Joan E. - Jewish women philosophers of first-century Alexandria: Philo’s Therapeutae reconsidered" is also a to read.
I haven't found much on the temple of Onias/Tell el Yahudia/Leontopolis in depth, but I have the paper "Meron M. Piotrkowski - Priests in Exile: The History of the Temple of Onias and Its Community in the Hellenistic Period" in my to be read pile (which I got off Anna's Archive). I also have some supplemental info from a lecture I attended that I'm willing to privately share.
I also have a document compiling links about the Exodus of Jews from Egypt in the modern era, but I'm cautious about sharing it now because I made it in high school and I've realized it needs better fact checking, because it had some misinfo in it from Zionist publications (specifically about the names of Nazis who fled to Egypt- that did happen, but a bunch of names I saw reported had no evidence of that being the case, and one name was the name of a murdered resistance fighter???)
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When zionists call others self-hating, whether it's jews or non-jews, is that also a confession like all their other accusations...
I mean, I've heard of IOF soldiers needing therapy from the PTSD they suffer because of their "war" in Gaza...
Would stopping their acts of terror be beneficial for them too on a psychological and spiritual level?
Dunno if they would accept retirement, though. Either the brainwashing is that great since childhood or they genuinely enjoy murdering babies and children and seeing the look on their mothers' faces as they hold those corpses. Or they just really want that promised land and are willing to enact every tactic of terror and bloodshed there is for each and every single day.
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the queen helena coptic orthodox church and cistern, located within the coptic orthodox patriarchate in jerusalem, palestine. this complex was known about from written accounts - water from here was used to build and serve the nearby church of the holy sepulchure. its location is said to have been shown to queen helena by an angel, who told her that it was a roman well buried after past wars.
coptic merchants began to settle in jerusalem during the middle ages, forming the basis of today's thousands-strong palestinian coptic community. though the coptic patriarchate of jerusalem was established in the 13th century, it was only in 1835 when the cistern and the remains of a large, stone-carved church on top of it were excavated. they were then renovated into what they are today. the cistern is known for its acoustics and is sometimes host to the singing of hymns.
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butch4maryoliver · 1 month
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save me mary oliver save me
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whollyjoly · 3 days
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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name
nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au
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(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)
Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.
It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 
No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.
However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.
Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 
But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 
His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 
Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-
Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.
Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.
Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.
Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.
After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.
Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.
And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.
Fucking finally.
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Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.
The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.
The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.
But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.
Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.
Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.
He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 
It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 
When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 
Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 
And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?
It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.
An honorable life is an eternal life.
Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 
They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.
This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.
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months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!
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punchitmrsulu · 1 year
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I just want to thank all those involved with Chapelwaite for knowing exactly what the people want and finding a way to not only have Adrien Brody shirtless in every single episode but have him rip off his own clothes in one of them just in case we weren’t quite satisfied yet. Bravo, everyone! Bravo!
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breitzbachbea · 7 months
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Which characters description do you keep faithful to canon and which ones don't in your fics?
Huh, interesting question.
I do try to keep everyone as faithful as possible while also adjusting for the circumstances of the AU. I would say most of the characters are close to canon, so I'll list the exceptions instead.
England does my damn head in, because Arthur contains such multitudes in canon. He's insecure, whiny, self-depreciating, pretty pathetic, easy to anger. He's also snarky, confident in his power, reasonable, crafty, and enduring. I feel with him you have to pick the aspects that suit whatever enviroment you pluck him into. I am always drawn to the more imperial sides of aph characters that indeed used to be empires, the power and all the downsides that come with achieving it. Plus, in LFLS, he's an antagonist to my Irish kids, so a focus on ambition and endurance, plus a sense of entitlement ("I worked this hard and committed so many horrendous things, I deserve it at least paying off!") suits him well. He's still stuffy and a bit of an eccentric weirdo, but I do focus more on the ruthless and stiff gentlemanly side of his personality.
For the same focus on Imperialism, my Gilbert is not as much of a cloud-cuckoo-lander. Mind you, he is still daring and likes the sound of his own voice too much and is much less concerned about safety and carefulness than Ludwig, but modelling him on the Militarism that I always knew Prussia the state to be most famous for and him being the main reason that German qualities are 'punctuality' and 'neatness' ... yeah, that will produce a little bit of a more rules-stickler Gilbert.
Romano. Oh baby. I shamelessly admit that I am trying to give this man his dignity back. Plus, in LFLS, he's the head of the family crime business, not Feliciano, so he doesn't necessarily have the some complexes about his brother always doing better and everyone liking his brother better. Don't worry though, he still envies Feliciano for being everyone's angel and the usual older brother complex of you having to hold back bc you are 'older' and 'more mature'. He's still somewhat of a fraidycat and still likes to lean back more than working, but he fills his role as a boss well and knows the value of hard work. So yeah, he's more like the South Italians I met along the years while still retaining core characteristics like his temper.
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