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Escaping Cyprusgrad: The Better Parts Of The East Coast
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Memories of the Past
Leo knew he had messed up. He barely remembered making the deal, barely remembered pledging his soul to that damn demon crow thing, yet here he was. Stuck as a fucking bird in a tutu.
At least Donnie seemed more present.
Ever since Leo had woken up from that weird trance he’d been in while he was Leandro, weird name choice by the way, Donnie had seemed more aware and attentive to Leo than he had in years. There was no memory problems at the moment, Donnie recognised Leo and seemed determined to take care of him. Leo wasn’t complaining. It was better than getting his ass beat.
Donnie didn’t seem as attentive or aware of their brothers. Where on a good day he’d be equally receptive to all of them, it seemed like donnie only really recognised Leo. Either that or his worry was blinding him. He had sent them away as soon as Leo had properly woken up. Leo didn’t even have a chance to talk to them himself, not that he would have known what to say.
“I told you, Dee, I’m fine.” Leo waved donnie off with a small laugh as Donnie kept checking over Leo’s wings. Because yeah, that was a thing. They felt as connected to Leo as his tail did and while the fussing was nice, it was a little weird. “Just some bruises that’ll fade by tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, but you still got hurt!” Donnie wailed, clinging to Leo from behind. He was so much more emotive since becoming the Lake Guardian. “I hurt you! I’m not supposed to hurt you, Leo.”
“You hurt Leandro. You didn’t hurt Leo. You hurt the asshole who was pretending to be me.” It was a weak argument but it seemed to do the trick. Donnie relaxed and rested his head on Leo’s shell, just between his wings.
“I’ve hurt you enough since I’ve been here. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Leo’s expression softened. “You won’t.” Somehow, he knew that was true. Donnie would always recognise Leo now, even if Leo didn’t see Donnie as himself and instead as Othello. Why Othello, though?
“Hey Donnie? Why did the lake change your name?” Leo asked softly. “And why did the potion change mine? We have names, really cool names, so why did they get changed?”
“Leo… do you know what the lake is getting me to protect?” Donnie asked softly. Leo shook his head. No matter how many times Leo had asked in the past, Donnie had always glossed over it, point blank refused to talk about it or seemed to forget. With how aware he was now, it made sense that Donnie was more willing to share. “I’m protecting myself. My soul. And Odette’s. Normally the distinction is… hard. But since you’ve been here, I can remember it’s both of us down there, not just me.”
“Odette?” Leo blinked, then frowned. He knew that name. “Our sister?”
Donnie shook his head. “No. Well, not exactly.” He took a breath. “Odette was the last Lake Guardian, a mutant like us. And she was out here to protect her from her father.”
“The crow,” Leo whispered, his eyes going wide. “He wants her back. That’s why he wants the treasure.” His wings fluttered a little in discomfort. How could Leo have ever made a deal with someone like that? “And she’s my sister because he became my father.”
“He hated Odette and wants to destroy her even now.” Donnie nodded. “The Lake is here to protect her, a gift from her mother. And now, so am I. The magic saw me and thought I was her.” He laughed weakly. “I’m a mutant, I have mystic powers and—“
“And you’re a dancer.” Leo finished. “You basically told the Lake you were her. But wait, if the Lake is protecting her, where is she?”
“Her body is gone, her soul is still here. She lived a long time ago.” Donnie sounded sad. Because it was sad. Leo thought that Odette was someone he loved, he remembered her as his sister. They danced together, right? In the foyer of the castle. Danced for mother and father.
Leo groaned. No, that wasn’t right.
“Donnie, I think I’m remembering things I shouldn’t.” They didn’t have a mother. And Leo’s sister was a human called April, not another swan. Was he a swan? No, he was a cro- a turtle. “My head hurts. I don’t understand.”
“Leo, what do you remember about the potion you took?”
What did he remember. “It was… blue. Blue and glowing. And when I took it… it was like I was in the sky, but at the same time I was safe, deep underground.” God, it sounded like he had a drug trip or something. “And then I started to dance when music started and I knew all the moves and their names and it felt so—“
“Natural. Like you were remembering something you already knew.” Donnie finished with a sigh. He shook his head. “Leo, I don’t think it was just a potion you took.” Leo looked up at Donnie then, fear clawing at his chest. “I think it was a potion mixed with a soul.”
“What?! Whose soul?!” Leo screeched.
“Odille. Odette’s twin sister.”
So yeah! Part 5 is a thing now! I might even make a master post this thing is getting way bigger than I thought it would. Also I learned a bit more formatting it looks a little nicer. A little.
Edit: Part 6 is now a thing!
Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink
Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid
You guys make me happy with your creativity ❤️
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This is the fourth in our occasional series featuring luminaries of stage and screen with a strong personal and/or professional connection with Northeast England, inspired with thanks by @robbielewis. Previous profiles were of Jean Heywood, John Nightingale and Edward Wilson. This time, Sunderland born actor siblings Malcolm and Catherine Terris.
Malcolm Terris was born on January 11th, 1941, boarded at Barnard Castle School in County Durham, then worked as a cadet journalist at the Sunderland Echo before training as an actor.
He was active on British television from 1963, his style perfectly suited to larger than life characters, and is possibly best remembered for his role as Great War veteran and salt-of the-earth union leader, Matt Headley, in 34 episodes of the Tyneside interwar social-realism drama, When the Boat Comes In.
As Matt Headley, with James Bolam (Jack Ford) in When the Boat Comes In.
His more than 120 recorded screen credits include a variety of British television programmes, including Fall of Eagles, Doctor Who (Horns of Nimon, 1979), Reilly: Ace of Spies, three separate roles in Coronation Street, Our Friends in the North, The Bill, and a regular role in Rockliffe’s Babies. His final appearance was in Midsomer Murders in 2011.
His big screen appearances include as ship’s surgeon, with Anthony Hopkins as Bligh and Mel Gibson as Fletcher Christian, in The Bounty (1984), with Ricky Tomlinson in Mike Bassett: England Manager, and in Dickie Attenborough’s Chaplin, which starred Robert Downey Jnr in the title role. He has also appeared on stage including in productions of Othello and in a Broadway production of Hamlet.
He passed away at the artistes residential care home, Denville Hall, on June 6th, 2020, aged 79.
Catherine Terris was born in 1948, and trained at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA). She has been active in British television since 1972, appearing with her brother in seven episodes of When the Boat Comes In. Her other television work includes Z Cars, two roles in Coronation Street, Anna Karenina, Inspector Morse, Dalziel and Pascoe, Heartbeat, George Gently, and a regular role (15 episodes) in William and Mary with Martin Clunes and Julie Graham. She also appeared in the hugely successful feature film, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
According to her page on the Coronation Street fan site, Corriepedia:
"...On stage she has appeared in productions of Faustus, A Rite Kwik Metal Tata, Andy Capp, Tight at the Back, Rose, Tom Jones, Billy Liar, Queuing for Everest and Into the Blue..."
Her most recent television screen credit is In the Club (BBC 2014-16) and latest big screen appearance was in the 2021 feature film, Martyrs Lane.
On stage with Sarah Gordy MBE (The A Word, Ralph and Katie) in the 2016 Arcola Theatre production of Into the Blue, written by Beverley Hancock and directed by Deborah Paige. Image from Sarah Gordy's official site.
#social history#working class history#tyne and wear#sunderland#british actors#british cinema#british television#british theatre#british culture#northeast england
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the thing is that yeah ABSOLUTELY Quincey or Van Helsing or maybe even Arthur or Jack would do better in this situation ; I think the Drac Daily format encourages thinking about that and while I am EXTREMELY grossed out at all the people insulting Jon for not being an action hero that comparison is still interesting to me because like--
there’s that post that goes around about how Othello would have wrapped up Hamlet’s revenge quest in .05 seconds, and Hamlet would have overthought Iago’s manipulation to the point of making it useless; tragedy is dependent on not just the flaws but the virtues of the hero being the Wrong Thing For This Story
Jon Harker is patient, thoughtful, and willing to give people the benefit of a doubt when they seem odd. He keeps records and keeps careful track of his own actions and reactions, and he’s willing to ask for help. These are not bad qualities. There’s hundreds if not thousands of stories where those traits would have saved the day. Hell, there are plenty of folktales where politeness and minding one’s own business are exactly the way to escape the Thing In The Castle.
But this is not that story.
And Jon’s not there by chance.
That’s what I’ve been thinking about with that comparison really; that yeah, for sure, there are other characters in this book that might have had Drac’s number when that carriage first pulled up. But they aren’t here, because Dracula did not ask for them.
Unlike in some tragedies, Jon isn’t here by chance; this isn’t just a few characters who happen to be built to do each other maximum damage ending up in the same story. Dracula hired Jon on purpose, after what has obviously been a ton of his own research; he sent for a junior lawyer, someone who would be young, most likely bookish, and not particularly in a position of power on their own. Of course Jon doesn’t have any advantage against the Count; he was hand-picked to be useful and disposable, not to be a nemesis. He’s doing better than anyone has reason to expect, really.
#also as always : there are a metric boatload of other issues happening here#on a metatext level#I'm just talking about this one level#also I wish everyone calling Jon useless or stupid for being at a physical disadvantage a very Get Over Your Ableism#An Dracula Post
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2023/06/19
Today Othello, Ron, Alan, and Eric went to the sea shore. Alan had an assignment there that evening anyways. Eric and Ron had a sand castle building contest, and Alan learned a lot about the way sea shells form from Othello.
#ronald knox#eric slingby#alan humphries#othello black butler#othello#kuroshitsuji#black butler#shinigami dispatch#todaysreapers
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Please reblog for a bigger sample size!
If you have any fun fact about Northern Cyprus, please tell us and I'll reblog it!
Be respectful in your comments. You can criticize a government without offending its people.
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Siiiiiiigh
Well, this is the entry where we add another stamp to Bram Stoker’s Bias Bingo. We’ve covered xenophobia, racism, anti-New Womanism, Lombroso-flavored pseudoscience, and now we get:
We found Hildesheim in his office, a Hebrew of rather the Adelphi Theatre type, with a nose like a sheep, and a fez.
Followed a paragraph later by one freshly dead victim and some background lady hollering:
Whilst we were talking one came running and breathlessly gasped out that the body of Skinsky had been found inside the wall of the churchyard of St. Peter, and that the throat had been torn open as if by some wild animal. Those we had been speaking with ran off to see the horror, the women crying out "This is the work of a Slovak!"
While I will give Stoker the most moderate credit for not forcing Jonathan/the plot to go full-blown anti-Semitic stereotype, but the point still stands that this shit was not necessary. Also, bonus points for hammering home the point that the Slovaks are Evil+ to Englishmen and ~good~ Europeans alike, living only to be loyal to Dracula! The cads!
I’m sure there will be far more erudite and in-depth analyses to this chunk of the entry as the day goes on, but, like so much of the infuriating to flat-out contrary characterization that Stoker’s shitty mouthpiece moments are with his characters, this kind of thing feels like something that needs spitting out as an exorcised ball of bile. Not least because, no matter how many times I read this book, no matter how acclimated I think I am to the factors of it being a Victorian piece of writing, it’s always so jarring.
Because honestly--despite a clear need for a thesaurus, Mr. Voluptuous-and-Manful--the characterization of the whole cast and even the overall bonhomie that seems to radiate from most of the helpful/chatty background characters, is just so intrinsically benevolent.
Jonathan meets nothing but worried, helpful strangers en route to the nightmare at the castle, trying to keep him safe, followed by charity and care of the nuns after his escape.
Jonathan himself is shown to be a chronically friendly and heart-winning individual (when not sharpening the kukri).
Lucy is just as chronically a sweetheart who goes out of her way to be a ray of sunshine to put up a front and keep those around her buoyant.
Mina is endlessly curious and engaging, always wanting to hear someone else’s story.
The entire suitor squad is made of friends who do not resort even once to fits of jealousy or chest-pounding over loving the same woman.
Van Helsing is in a perpetual state of trying to battle evil with preparation and action, wanting more than anything not to see the young people in his charge suffer.
Even before Mina’s safety came into it, these are all people throwing in their hand to risk their lives against what amounts to an undead sorcerer and his bodyguards to make sure he doesn’t get to inflict more pain and death on others.
But at the same time, all this refreshingly lovable and genuine characterization gets stuck full of needles in the shape of Stoker’s backwards soapbox moments. All those unctuous little snippets--be it the offhand Othello comment, the shitting on the equality of the New Woman movement, or the variety pack of bigotries--feel like someone mixed a bunch of thumbtacks in the lovely cake I’ve been eating, and every bite is a gamble on whether readers get a bad mouthful. Even after 100 years and change, it still feels so shocking, so pointlessly callous to hit on these moments.
If I hadn’t known better, I’d think the whole novel really was someone else’s correspondences, and Stoker ran it through his own filter to add more of his favorite adjectives and biases.
These characters deserved a better writer.
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The Devil in the Sewers
Most of Matt Murdock's Clients bring a scent back from every where they've been but the sewers of New York was a rare one, usually from plumbers and city workers but he never would have expected it from an aspiring reporter and college student.
"Miss O'Neal, Its a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Matt extended a hand towards the direction of April O'Neal. " So what brings you to Hell's Kitchen?"
"Its about my friend, Casandra Jones, she was recently arrested for trespassing on private property then you were able to bail her out," said April. While talking, she had an eye searching for finer details that could point her to the direction she needed. And above the blind man's eye and near his hairline were two raised scars, as if something could pop out of them at any moment.
April continued, "Casey was a bit 'sussed' out by your immediate attention to her case, she told me to look into you, and I did. Particularly cases such as Karen Page and Frank Castle from your previous firm and there's taking down the Kingpin. Trespassing seems a bit too small for you."
"Its not about Crime or how big the client's name might be Miss O'Neal, its about defending the city of New York." said the lawyer. If his partners had not been absent that day, they would have backed him up. Judging by the light steps behind his office door. It sounds like Miss O'Neal had backup too.
The door opened, barely hissing a creek, as if the one who'd open it knows that ears are as powerful as eyes. But the smell that wafted through the air, damp, mildewy, mixed with various metals and so utterly New York, gave April's friend away as something not entirely human. Her heart rate starts to pick up, the friend was probably disregarding a possible "don't come in" that was said a couple blocks before.
"Who's your friend Miss O'Neal." Matt asked, this prompted her friend to almost saunter a bit closer to him.
"Othello Von Ryan! At your service!" exclaimed. The pride in his words were nothing to hide the fact it was a lie. It amused Matt, letting out a small laugh he continued.
"No really, what is your name?" Matt said, wanting to know more of this now disappointed character.
"Sigh," He sighed, "Donatello Hamato." Nothing in Matt's initial question pressed for his full name, however there was this mutual understanding that some transparency was needed. The whirrs coming from Donatello indicated he started up some sort of machine. The slight beeps and chirps and the soft "Oh" that followed was not a good sign to Murdock. If only he could see the sparkle in the purple clad turtle's rusty brown eyes, he would have been more understanding. Then Matt's hand made its way to sooth a tingling feeling starting to bubble at his temples.
"I apologise for cutting this meeting so short but can we talk about it some other time, I'm getting a really bad headache, I hope you understand." said the lawyer as the pain started to sting the scars on his head.
The young adults nodded to each other "We understand Mr. Murdocks. Feel free to call us at a better time."said April, making their leave out the firm's door. While the sound of the lock clicking into place gave some comfort, the pain hadn't subsided till the lawyer felt the warmth of his own blood dribble down his face.
A pair of maroon horns now rested on his head, like they had the night before and the nights before that. The horns that cursed him when he was blinded by the ooze that one summers day. As if the devil had change Matts DNA to make him more like himself.
To be continued?
Authors Note: We really need more Rise!Daredevil content. Especially involving the sheep dad of the year, Baron Draxum.
#rottmnt#daredevil#rise daredevil#rise april#rise donnie#matt murdock#mutant!matt#tw blood#tmnt#the devil in the sewers#fanfic
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amore amore
Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble
Word Count: 608
Character: curt wild/reader
amore amore
The dirty club — the name of which hardly anyone would have remembered — greeted visitors with a loud sound from rattling speakers, dancing people sprinkled with sequins, vomit on the floor in the corners of the room, bright lighting. The green walls are covered with numerous low-quality posters of rock stars — sticking out their tongues and showing guitars — in black leather jackets, as well as strange red drawings that seemed to be drawn by stoned drug addicts.
Sweat was pouring down from Curt's hot body — it was stuffy. Being stripped to the waist, still wearing blue worn jeans, Curt closes the dressing room door and there is a click — the light turns on and the latch rattles. He takes off the strange collar that hung around his neck for a couple of hours and throws it somewhere to the side — now Curt is not interested in how he performed. In his mind, drugged with highs and screams of visitors, there is only one thing — you.
With a light sigh, still unable to calm the increased heartbeat, he steps with his bare feet to his beloved star, not paying attention to the fact that he stepped on something sharp and hugs you. Pulling closer, he kisses on the lips, but does not feel the answer. He looks at her, hears all the charm with his eyes even at this moment; Curt could not stop enjoying his beautiful star. She is incredible, she saved him at the moment when his hands dropped and his veins were filled with only heroin.
He walked the paths of psychotropics, was about to go crazy; the walls of the house, brothel and alienation of people pressed, as if in the mouth of a dragon.
Brian opened the way for him to his Emerald City — glasses were beating after midnight, he celebrated a successful performance with Slade — it make a splash, the manager told them. Curt was surrounded by beautiful girls, but no one attracted his attention; in the middle of namelessness and strangers (what was he doing here anyway?) — she became close to him, his star... Sneakers continued to wear off on the floor, a pack of Rothmans stuck out in the pockets of her jeans, she was pretentiously smoking a cigarette, standing in the corner of a huge room. He did not dare to approach her, watched from afar.
He was ordered to love, but to love is disgusting. Brian was empty, but behaved like an prince. He clapped his hands when Curt slammed the door, mocked and laughed — "go to your junkies!” he said after him. Curt studied to live alone in the dark, but he never managed. Was weak, doubted. At the moment when the bottom swallowed him, she appeared. The smoke was dissipating before his eyes, he would never fix what he had done during his lifetime, but now she is his salvation, his love, his asterisk, his death, his addiction.
“My star...”
He called her, but got no answer. His cold heart was warmed, and now he was kneeling in front of her. Curt spoke with naive phrases, the songs continued to play, and he smeared the green antiseptic chickenpox — an infection from first love, but the wound did not hurt anymore. Eternity had no love, love had no taste.
They were like Paolo and Francesco, Othello, Desdemona and everything like that, — his star said. Сurt could be a monster, but he sincerely tried to be good. His life with Brian was tedious tales, but only with a cute star he felt love.
There was no love without illness.
Curt continued to live in castles in the air.
i remember that i have been promising the third part of ewan mcgregor's characters for a long time and writing a fic on mark renton, but i still cant find the strength, only on drabbles. sorry to disappoint, but so far only so, im sorry
#Curt Wild#curt wild x reader#Ewan McGregor#ewan mcgregor x reader#yandere ewan mcgregor#ewan mcgregor x you#yandere#yandere x reader#velvet goldmine#angst#yandere obi wan kenobi#yandere obi-wan kenobi#drabble#obsession#obi wan kenobi
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full lineup under the cut!
- grelle & othello (black butler)
- joel & tess (the last of us)
- idia shroud & cater diamond (twisted wonderland)
- sigurd & deirdre (fire emblem)
- alex fierro & magnus chase (magnus chase)
- hisoka & illumi (hunter x hunter)
- serizawa katsuya & reigen arataka (mob psycho 100)
- soul & maka (soul eater)
- crocodile & rocinate (one piece)
- jessie & james (pokemon)
- bruno bucciarati (transmasc) & leone abbacchio (transfemme) (jojos bizarre adventure)
- pigsy & tang (lego monkie kid)
- sweet capn cakes (deltarune)
- gomez & morticia addams (the addams family)
- kermit & miss piggy (the muppets)
- makoto naegi & kyoko kirigiri
- riza hawkeye & roy mustang (full metal alchemist brotherhood)
- percy jackson & annabeth chase (percy jackson)
- juno steel & peter nureyev (the penumbra podcast)
- loid & yor forger
- hunter & willow park (the owl house)
- kirk & spock (star trek)
- mizuki & rui (project sekai)
- puss in boots & kitty softpaws (puss in boots)
- jesse pinkman & jane margolis (breaking bad)
- edward elric & winry rockbell (fullmetal alchemist)
- howl & sophie (howls moving castle)
- mk & red son (lego monkie kid)
- ron & desiree delite (ace attorney)
- eda & raine (the owl house)
- mai & ty lee (avatar: the last airbender)
- the butcher gang (bendy and the ink machine)
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Personally I believe Emilia from Othello can survive Castle Dracula
#emilia was not trapped by the narrative she was trapped by Desdemona who was trapped by it#desdemona is beating her hands so so gently against the rice paper set dressing walls#and emilia is watching her in bemusement because they are so Clearly rice paper so Desdemona must know something she doesn't#yes i'm still on this#i just love her a lot ok
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
▶ PART - 1 :
Sanzu is protecting/defending/saving Mikey
▶PART- 2: Sanzu & Haruchiyo and Senju
▶PART- 3: Sanzu’ s actions (Chapter 256 - 258)
▶PART- 4: Sanzu & Takemichy
(I’m doing this in parts coz I can’t figure out how to put everything together)
Now that we know Sanzu has a thing for brainy board games (He keeps chess, shogi and Othello in his room)
Remember the game of Shogi between Sanzu and Mucho in the chapter 206? At first I thought it is not important coz it was just a game which is never really mentioned again and the only important point to note from that conversation was Sanzu mentioning the “King is more important” but there’s more.
The move that Sanzu plays, that Mucho points out is Badger or 穴熊 (anaguma). This is a defensive move or a castle formation from the game of Shogi in which the “King” is placed in the corner of the board while other pieces surround the king to defend. (I’m not an expert in Shogi. This is all from google and my less than basic knowledge)
here
The piece on 9九 is the King piece. Does this formation remind you of something?
You see there, the “King”, Mikey, at the back corner just like the “King” on the shogi board with other pieces surrounding. I’d like to see if other members position match with certain pieces as well but I don’t have time rn (there’s a theory out there linking the characters with shogi pieces, I’ll link it if I find it)
In Toman, Mikey used to be in the front lines during every battle but in KMG, he stays at the back. During the 3D fight, he didn’t get involved until someone i.e. Kakucho (rival piece) approached him, which happened when other members (pieces) of his gang were either scattered or taken down. Even in the current battle, he stayed at the back until Pah approached him and probably back at a side (just like on the shogi board) since he was sitting on a container and during the beginning of the fight, directly behind him were just tracks.
The point is -
1) Sanzu is applying this move in real life to protect his king. “Anaguma” is a defensive move, not offensive, Sanzu is simply focused on “protecting” Mikey and not on killing or attacking anyone. He himself made it clear that he doesn't care about others, it doesn't matter to him whether they live or die. Which means there has to be a reason behind his current train actions. (more on this in the next part)
2) That game with Mucho must have taken place somewhere around late 2004 or early 2005 (pls correct me if I’m wrong) after Mikey put Sanzu under Mucho which could mean Sanzu has been focused on "protecting" Mikey since the beginning or maybe just mayyyybeeee he joined Toman for this very purpose (just like Takemichy)👀
Thankyou for reading💐.
Part-2: Sanzu & Haruchiyo
Part-3: Sanzu’ s actions (Chapter 256-258)
#Tokyo Revengers#tokyo revengers spoilers#tokyo revengers theory#tokrev#tokrev spoilers#sanzu haruchiyo#haruchiyo sanzu#mikey#sano manjiro#mucho#yasuhiro muto#tokyo revengers
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Books I have on my list to investigate/try/complete in 2023. Some I'm not sure about but want to check out. I am certain I won't make my way through this whole list, but everything on it I'm keen for.
The Idiot by Dostoevsky (classic novel)
"Othello" and "Cymbeline" by Shakespeare (classic plays)
In Search of the Castaways by Jules Verne (classic novel)
Kristin Lavransdatter, Book One: The Bridal Wreath by Sigrid Undset (classic novel)
The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle (classic mystery)
The Turn of the Screw by Henry James (classic novella)
The Overneath by Peter S. Beagle (short stories)
The Heart of London by H. V. Morton (essays)
Howl's Moving Castle (YA fantasy)
How Rory Thorne Destroyed the Multiverse by K. Eason (science fiction/fantasy)
The Father's Tale by Michael O'Brien (modern literary fiction)
The Saga of Didrik of Bern (Medieval German/Scandinavian legendarium)
The King of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner (YA fantasy)
The Garden of the Gods by Gerald Durrell (fictionalized memoir)
Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome (classic humour)
The Letters of JRR Tolkien (correspondence)
Enchanted by Alethea Kontis (fairytale-inspired novel)
Queen of the Sea by Dylan Meconis (historical graphic novel)
The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien (classic fantasy)
Senlin Ascends by Josiah Bancroft (fantasy)
Walking on Water by Madeleine L'Engle (nonfiction/creativity/spirituality)
The Intellectual Life by Antonin Sertillanges (nonfiction/academia/spirituality)
The epistles of Paul (Scripture)
Jesus of Nazareth, Book One by Benedict XVI (scriptural reflections/ commentary)
Collected Poems by Karol Wojtyla
Murder Must Advertise by Dorothy L. Sayers (classic mystery)
On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness by Andrew Peterson (children's fantasy)
The Ghosts of Sherwood by Carrie Vaughan (YA historical novella)
A Winter's Promise by Christelle Dabos (YA fantasy)
Hood by Stephen Lawhead (historical fiction)
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clark (fantasy)
Bandersnatch: C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and the Creative Collaboration of the Inklings by Diana Pavlac Glyer (non-fiction)
Troy by Stephen Fry (mythology retelling)
Brandon Sanderson's secret novels (I didn't back the kickstarter, but I hear they'll be hitting the bookstore shelves too)
Uncle Tungsten by Oliver Sacks (memoir, science)
The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope (children's historical fantasy)
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a post about my time at the book sale⬇️
books i got:
dracula by bram stoker
great expectations by charles dickens
cross creek by marjorie kinnan rawlings (its autobiographical so im not that interested, i got it bc some guy recommended it to me)
the turn of the screw & daisy miller by henry james
pamela by samuel richardson
les misérables by victor hugo (an abridged version!! i should have looked at the cover more closely)
agnes grey by anne brontë
tuck everlasting by natalie babbitt
a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court by mark twain
the castle of otranto by horace walpole & vathek by william beckford & the vampyre by john polidori
alice's adventures in wonderland & through the looking-glass by lewis carroll
jane eyre by charlotte brontë
the chequer board by nevil shute
rebecca by daphne du maurier
the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain
the american heritage picture history of the civil war by bruce catton
the visual dictionary of the civil war by john stanchak
the library of congress illustrated timeline of the civil war by margaret e. wagner
american brutus: john wilkes booth and the lincoln conspiracies by michael w. kauffman
the american west: a pictorial epic of a continent by lucius beebe & charles clegg
books i wanted but didnt get:
othello by william shakspeare
oblomov by ivan goncharov (i had some sort of little reason for not getting the other books but why didnt i get this one????)
the women suffrage movement, 1848–1920 by kristin thoennes keller
my name is million: an illustrated history of the poles in america by w.s. kuniczac
the big change: america transforms itself, 1900–50 by frederick lewis allen
napoleon and the napoleonic wars by albert marrin
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“your touch brought forth an incandescent glow”
the reader
k. she/her. 20s. capricorn. kissing fictional women inside my head. kept awake by fictional men. wife to nick nelson, tori spring, and michael holden. desiring a life in which i can run through castle gardens in a ballgown beneath the stars.
“tarnished but so grand”
favorite stories
anne of green gables. bridge to terabithia. eliza and her monsters. the hate u give. his dark materials. the hunger games. little women. the little prince. osemanverse. othello. percy jackson. the school for good and evil. strange the dreamer. the tale of despereaux.
“your ivy grows and now i’m covered in you”
links
goodreads. storygraph. instagram.
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On April 29th 1988 the Scottish actor Andrew Cruickshank passed away.
Born Andrew John Maxton Cruickshank in Aberdeen, Cruikshank was all set to train as a civil engineer but instead took up acting in provincial repertory theatres which led to roles in London’s West End in Othello and then to Broadway in the States in 1937, that same year he got his first film role, as oor bard Rabbie Burns in Auld Lang Syne, however the roles that followed saw him being typecast as more authoritarian figures like Judges and Doctors, which is what he became most famous for, most notably Doctor Angus Cameron, a crusty but erudite senior partner in the rural general practice run in the fictional highland village of Tannochbrae, in Dr Finlay’s Casebook, which ran from 1962 to 1971.
He continued to tread the board throughout his long career, as well a s many TV roles, his final appearance was on the stage was as Justice Treadwell in Beyond Reasonable Doubt at the Queens Theatre London in 1987 and on the small screen in King & Castle in 1988, which aired a week after he passed away. He was also chair of the board of directors of Edinburgh Festival Fringe between 1970 and 1983.
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