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Who the hell is Edgar?
THIS IS EDGAR!
#eurovision#the seagull Edgar#esc 2023#austria#akikos shitpost#yes that seagull is called edgar#edgar pic from Tuesday
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This is a very silly, Halloween-themed, fix-it fic.
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what kind of music was around in the 80s
The 80s contained three distinct types of music:
New Wave
Glam Metal
Gothic Rock
New Wave was the most popular type of music, using synthesizers and incorporating cues from the post-punk world. Groups like The Talking Heads, The Flock of Seagulls, and The Gary Numan all made music that sold like pop music, but also maintained the limited creative diversity and inoffensive lack of risk of pop music.
Glam Metal took the pioneering darkness and toughness of Heavy Metal pioneered by Black Sabbath, Motörhead and Iron Maiden, then replaced it with long hair, expensive jackets, and songs about partying. The most metal thing about glam metal bands were their logos, which were airbrushed to look like they were made of metal. Sadly, the addiction of many such musicians to very tight pants rendered them all incapable of having children, so this genre didn't last beyond the 80s.
Gothic Rock by contrast ignored all pretense of popularity and embraced the pretense of unpopularity. The best gothic rock was the least popular, which made it the most popular, which in turn made it suck. Thus no gothic rock band lasted more than two albums before switching genres, failing and breaking up, and then going back to their origins with a reunion tour. Such bands embraced the dark aesthetic of the gothic revival and wrote lyrics resembling poems by Edgar Allan Poe and Edward Gorey. They were also fond of skulls, bats, and taking black and white photos in graveyards. You can easily recognize real gothic rock by the tendency of its singers to sound like they have tonsillitis and, paradoxically given their usual diet, not enough coffee.
The 80s also contained the video for "Never Gonna Give You Up," which is well known online yet rarely recognized as the breakthrough video by Simon West, future director of Con-Air. That part's real btw.
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I got a crow wood statue from my mom's boyfriend for Christmas
It will now keep my mom's seagull statue (that I got her last year for Christmas) company.
I named mine Alan after Edgar Alan Poe.
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Ahoy, shipmates!
Over the course of several delayed flights this weekend, I devoured a paperback copy of Edgar Allan Poe's The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. I found it enjoyable, if not a Great Classic Work Of Literature.
My question to you now is, there's a chapter in the middle of the book where our castaway hero encounters a plague ship. It moves erratically through the water before them, with what appears to be a smiling, nodding sailor at the rail, acknowledging Arthur and his fellow castaways.
However, as the ship approaches, the stench of death washes over our hero and his companions, and as it passes under their stern, they can see that all aboard the ship are dead of some terrible, unknown disease, and that the smile and nod they perceived were the rictus of death and the movement of a seagull feasting on the dead sailor's flesh.
This is my first time reading this book, and yet there's something viscerally, intensely familiar about this imagery. I feel like I've read this somewhere else before. Perhaps it was in a graphic novel, because my mental image of this scene appears in a sort of comic-book style.
Does anyone have any ideas where I might have encountered this before? Any help would be appreciated.
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#the narrative of arthur gordon pym of nantucket#arthur gordon pym#edgar allan poe#nautical fiction#nautical horror#maritime fiction#maritime horror#age of sail fiction#sea stories#plague ship#ghost ship
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I realized that I never actually posted this page of sketches
[Image ID: a page of pencil sketches of different animals. There is a walking german shepherd with visible ribs, as well as a few other bones, labeled Heidi, a sitting fluffy cat labeled Nimbus, a standing spider labeled Edgar, a sitting seagull with a few places that are decomposing labeled Bert, a greyhound with spectral lines coming off from it horizontally labeled Dogsmell, and a sitting german shepherd labeled Jackie. In the center of the page is the artist’s name: heres.someart
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#i made this a while ago#but i just forgot to post it to tumblr#hello from the hallowoods#hfth#hfth fanart#cas.art
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Some more fun facts about my WIP:
There's four generations of gods: Ala the owl goddess and Gestha the goose goddess, Zegefonth the seagull god and Nidho the budgie god, Doronth the crow god and Istheo the heron god, Iginua the pigeon goddess and Onua the kiwi goddess
Humans that are exposed to gods for prolonged amounts of time gain minor magical abilities and age slower. They're called witches and the most powerful witch of all time is a butch trans lesbian called Keke who runs a paranormal nightclub in New Zealand and is dating Onua the life goddess.
Doronth the crow god is the only being able to withstand the magic of water nymphs singing. He found this out because the most beautiful nymph of all time, who is 2000 years old, an Instagram influencer and goes by Edgar, fell madly in love with him but couldn't seduce him. They stayed friends instead.
The protagonist Liza is introduced to all this paranormal underground stuff on her eighteenth birthday, on which shenanigans ensue which end with her having pizza with a 7000+ year old death god on his living room floor.
There is a zombie called Nate whose favourite colour is pink and who wants to become a poet. Before Nate becomes a zombie his body is stored in the freezer by a middle aged housewife who found him dead in her home and panicked.
The Oracle, the most powerful being of the universe, immensely enjoys shopping trips, KFC and bubble tea. Doronth, the 7000 year old death god, enjoys collecting stuff from museum gift shops and pirating music off YouTube.
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"Old animated movies didnt have to rely on star power"I recently sat through the late 40's Disney animated film which were packed with several big name stars ,usually as narrators ,like Roy Rodgers,Nelson Eddie ,Dinah Shore,Edgar Bergen ,The Andrews Sisters ,Basil Rathbone and Bing goddamn Crosby.
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I simply have to believe that taking a deep breath has to be enough; that, and to think of a new solution, a new path. Walks by the beach do not leave footprints and yet they have happened. I will take that as inspiration.
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BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Hestia Abella Jones
ALIAS/NICKNAME: Hes (mainly, she prefers her full name), Jonesie, Tia, Jones, Abby
AGE: Twenty Seven
BIRTH DATE: March 17th, 1952
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Cottage in Feldcroft, Scotland (south of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade)
OCCUPATION: Auror, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic
PETS: Sebastian (burrowing owl), Leda (australian mist cat)
WAND: Acacia wood with a phoenix feather core, 10", quite flexible flexibility
PATRONUS: Badger
BOGGART: being lost in darkness and thus unable to help those she loves
AMORTENTIA: Unknown
SCENT: Freshly mown grass and flowers, steaming tea, raspberry candy
INSPIRATION
SONG: Dance the Night by Dua Lipa, Can't be tamed by Zara Larsson, Hero by Faouzia, Team by Lorde, Miracle by Sia, Original by Sia
PINTEREST: here !! (currently in the making)
AESTHETIC: the sounds of birds chirping in the morning sun, the warmth of a sunrise and the beauty of a sunset, the flow of time, a happy laughter, quills scratching on parchment, the soft sound of rain, a spring's bloom, cherry blossoms and apple trees, the strength of an oak tree, long walks by the beach, the rush of the oceans waves as they crash onto the shore, seagull soaring through the clouds, a crackling fire
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: Cassiopeia Jones née MacMillian & Cyrus Maxwell Jones
SIBLINGS: Silas Jones (older brother). Anisa Jones (younger sister).
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Edgar Bones (arranged).
OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.
CHILDREN: None.
EDUCTATION:
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
EXTRACURRICULAR: Herbology Club, Dueling Club, Frog Choir
CLASSES INVESTED IN: Astronomy, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian
PHYSICAL TRAITS
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5′4
SCARS: Back of her neck, covered by her hair most of the time from one of the cases at work that resulted in a duel.
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.
SKILLS: Dueling (advanced), Gardening (dedicated), flying (decent), Transfiguration (decent)
POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, loyal, fiery, caring, kind
NEGATIVE TRAITS: too direct, stubborn, proud,
MBTI: ENFJ
BIOGRAPHY:
Rumor has it the day Hestia Jones opened her eyes to the world was filled with the chirping of birds and clouds ready to be pushed aside by the sun hiding behind it. The mood of that day, the atmosphere all around very much became her personality in the later years. Hestia was the middle child, as just about two years later her younger sister Anisa was born. Despite that their parents dedicated as much of their time to all three children as they possibly could. The family was of pureblood standing yet not one that supported the notion that blood purists kept trying to push on the world. Although her parents made sure to keep a safe distance to voicing their thoughts out loud, anyone that knew them was very much aware of their stance. That did not free the girls from the classic pureblood classes as their mother felt it would help with their education. Of course, her older brother Silas wasn’t entirely free of that either; having to deal with his own share of things to learn, practice and preach.
Three years older than her and five years Anisa’s senior, Silas left for Hogwarts before them. The time without him was so utterly boring as he’d always been the fieriest between them all. With his temper and the teachings of their parents, the fact that he ended up in Gryffindor wasn’t a surprise. Much later, five years to be exact Anisa would follow to become the second lion within their family. In the meantime, Hestia busied herself running around the countryside, more than one dress torn in the middle of it all. Three years after her brother’s departure to Hogwarts the young witch followed, sorted into Hufflepuff as the only one of her family as the rest were scattered between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The warmest of the five of them, this did not come as a surprise as she had equally been a most hard-working individual.
With Hogwarts came the slow time of growing up; gone the girl that would run across the countryside, dresses ripped on branches and with time the manners she’d always possessed showing. By the time she graduated Hestia Jones had become an accomplished young witch, ready to take on the world. With the war going on outside the walls of the castle, the conflict ever-growing, there was only one path for the then former Hufflepuff. She found herself a spot within the ministry of magic, training as an auror among some of the best. There was determination, and a drive to some good in the world. Over time, with dedication, she not only completed her training as an auror but also began to rise in ranks; not a leader yet far from scared to take charge should the situation call for it. Hestia finally had a place to show just how much she was willing to protect others; to care for them as best as she could.
Whether by chance or fate, a few years later – about a year after she’d graduated from Hogwarts, Hestia’s sister Anisa got engaged and soon after married, having fallen in love madly with someone from Ireland. After that she moved out and the house seemed oh so much emptier. It almost seemed like a sign, with only her parents remaining and her older brother having moved into his own place long ago. The witch found herself a small cottage within one of the Hamlets near Hogwarts, having herself fallen in love with the idyllic atmosphere and the short distance to the beach just south of her little house. It was perfect and calm, the ideal balance between her life as an auror and the calmness that came with the sounds of waves crashing onto the shore. The only thing messing with the lot of it were her parents’ views regarding marriage. While not a family of tradition in the sense of blood purism, they did hold some belief that the future of their children should be theirs to guide. One child had managed to escape those hopes, the other two, so they hoped, would be easier to help along.
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My favourite contestant so far, the seagull plushie named Edgar
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I was going to ask for Behlül, but Besir it is since he was asked already. Then also hmm Edgar Linton and let's say Pedro Páramo for a change haha
Beşir
1. Three facts about them from my personal headcanons
1. He was enslaved and castrated at around 4 years old and was brought to Adnan Bey’s mansion at around 5 years old, when Nihal was about 3 years old.
2. @ariel-seagull-wings once headcanoned that little Behlül bullied him. There is no indication of that in the book, but in the 1975 version he does call him “kara herif”, which means “dark bloke” but sounds ruder and more racist in Turkish. In the book he seems to be just indifferent to Beşir, which I prefer since it makes Behlül less of a one-dimensional villain. I do think that Beşir doesn’t like Behlül though.
3. This is more of an interpretation but I think his loyalty is specifically to Nihal, not to Adnan Bey’s whole family.
4 (Bonus). He initially doesn’t harbor any ill will towards Bihter and even thinks that the other servants are being a bit unfair towards her. This totally changes when he realizes that she makes Nihal sad and when he sees her affair with Behlül, then he begins to hate her.
2. A reason they suck
He engages in voyeurism, he continually peers at two people who are having sex without their consent. We can maybe discuss why he does it, but he does it. He also hates Bihter for what she does.
3. A reason they are great
He is mostly good-hearted. His love is the only genuine one in the book; even if it is probably a coping mechanism or “Stockholm Syndrome”, it is the only one that really cares for the object of love and their happiness. He does not tell the affair to Adnan Bey for at least months, while it clearly stresses him to an extent and he doesn’t like Bihter and Behlül, he doesn’t seem to have the need to inform his master, which I like. He doesn’t even tell it when there is talk of Behlül and Nihal getting engaged; it is literally killing him that Nihal is getting married, but he is good enough to not use the truth to separate them. He only tells the affair to Adnan Bey when it seriously effects Nihal’s health, which, despite causing Bihter’s suicide, is still a triumphant moment for Beşir.
4. A reason I relate to them
While it is absurd to compare myself to an emotionally abused enslaved child, I also sometimes feel overlooked and uncared for.
5. (what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character:
As unhealthy and even racially problematic his love for Nihal is, I must say I do like it and like their scenes.
6. Five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened:
1. Nihal should have understood his worth and loved him as an equal.
2. He is at the background and speaks little. There is a lot to be said on why that is. On a textual level it makes sense, the reader overlooks him for most of the book but he becomes relevant in the last quarter of the book and suddenly brings about the climax, the text is recreating the other characters’ overlooking Beşir in the reader. But I think this talking little aspect can also owe something to Ottoman depictions of Black people? The Black character in the Hacivat and Karagöz shadow plays is always the character that speaks the least and who only asks questions.
I don’t want to be unfair. Halit Ziya’s family owned Black slaves who continually died of tuberculosis when he was a child, they also owned a Circassian female slave who was in love with Halit Ziya’s older brother and died when he married. Halit Ziya constantly retold these stories in his short stories, memoirs and interviews, and he explicitly says that Beşir’s coughs haunt him and he had drawn him from his own family. Beşir speaking little, being in love with his mistress, dying of tuberculosis when she will marry etc. seem to be drawn from life. But at the end of the day he is still the least developed of the relevant characters in the novel. It has implications that the only Black character is drawn this way.
So it could have been nice if he were more developed.
3. It would be nice if he had gotten healthier, built a life independent of Adnan Bey’s mansion and maybe even went back to Ethiopia.
7. Five people that character never fell in love with and why
I did argue here that his love for Nihal might mostly be a coping mechanism. I also think his love is not necessarily “forbidden”. I still believe that he loves her though.
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Edgar Linton
1. Three facts about them from my personal headcanons:
1. Both him and Isabella were miracle babies Mr. and Mrs. Linton had after years of difficulty in conceiving.
2. He was the favored child of his parents.
3. The lessons he gave to his daughter were genuinely fun and even interesting.
2. A reason they suck:
He is very passive in dealing with Heathcliff and leaves his nephews and sister at his mercy.
He is also a massive snob.
3. A reason they are great:
He is mostly a nice person. He is a good, loving father.
4. A reason I relate to them:
I was the bookish, introverted kid that athletic, outdoorsy, “cool” kids made fun of.
5. What I consider to be the top tier otp/ot3 for that character
While they are obviously a very unfit and unbalanced couple that should have never married, I think him and Cathy have some amount of chemistry? What I am saying is, the sex might not have been that bad.
6. Five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened:
1. He should have married again and had a son after Elder Cathy’s death if he were serious about wanting to protect his daughter and to keep the property in his family.
2. I would like him to marry a nice lady who shared his hobbies and way of life but who also challenged his bigoted beliefs.
3. A last confrontation between him and Heathcliff could be interesting.
4. I would like to see his possible reaction to Heathcliff’s grave-digging.
7. Five people that character never fell in love with and why:
He is only romantically linked to Catherine Earnshaw in the book and I do think he was in love with her, obsessively in love with her in fact.
I do sporadically see some comments that find a hint of incest between him and Isabella? Is it because they are rich and blonde and isolated (the Flowers in the Attic effect)? Is it because they are positioned as the counterparts of Heathcliff and Cathy? Is it because he doesn’t want Isabella to marry Heathcliff? I am all for seeing incest in fiction but this just isn’t there. They have a normal sibling relationship.
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I will do Pedro Paramo when I finish the book.
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i'm home alone for two weeks (hate it), my credit card got cancelled by mistake and i won't get a new one for a couple weeks so i have a dentist appt next week i can't pay for, my cat fountain broke, i have two medical appts for stupid painful issues coming up this month, and i am just randomly in pain in a third unrelated way. oh and i have to do a 40 minute walk to and from work while my parents are away cause i don't drive. life is kinda garbage right now not gonna lie, but my friends and my brother promised to keep me company and tonight we watched 'barb and star go to vista del mar' and it was so good. i really liked edgar's song with the seagulls:
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my ex sean ruined the smiths, joy division, molchat doma, pearly dew dropsdrops, mac de marco, new order, pixies, the sight of you, a flock of seagulls, parokya ni edgar, eraserhead, david bowie, the bends album—FOR ME
oh my fucking god i hate him
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Seagul took my fry right from the sky and now im sea-sulking in a nightmare unawaking from a birds dare
Trying to read this in the beat of an Edgar Allen Poe poem
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Some of the books in MJ's library
Taj Jackson shared that his famous uncle loved the book The Law of Success by Napoleon Hill. He says Jackson loved this book and owned several copies of it.
According to biographer J. Randy Taraborrelli, in the early 80s, Jackson gave copies of the book The Autobiography of P.T. Barnum to both his lawyer and manager and told them, "Make this your Bible. I want my life to be the greatest show on earth."
The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving
The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale
Animal Language by Michael Bright
Complete Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson
The 48 Laws of Power
Seagull by Jonathan Livingston
Poetry by Rabindranath Tagore
Robert Burns poems
White Nights: The Story of a Prisoner in Russia by Menachem Begin
Hagakure: The Book of The Samurai by T. Yamamoto
Books by Sri Aurobindo
Books by Kalki Krishnamurthy
The Greatest Salesman in the World by OG Mandino
Malcolm X by Malcolm Haley
The Red Balloon by Albert Lamorisse
The Complete Works of O. Henry
The Verger by Somerset Maugham
The Reluctant Dragon by Kenneth Grahame
The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Tyger by William Blake
Sufi Poetry
The Bridge of Sighs by Thomas Hood
The Prophet by Khalil Gibran
Thoughts of Love: A Collection of Poems on Love by Susan Polis Schutz
Complete Stories and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe
They Cage the Animals at Night by Jennings Michael Burch
The Gift of Acabar by Og Mandino
Leaders of Men by Henry Woldmar Ruoff
Reflections in Black by Deborah Willis
Black in America by Eli Reed
Black Heroes of The 20th Century by Jessie Carney Smith
The Negro Caravan by Sterling A. Brown
Before the Mayflower by Lerone Bennet Jr.
How to Eat To Live by Elijah Muhammad
Your Creative Power by Alex Osborn
My Autobiography by Charlie Chaplin
Elvis Day By Day by Peter Guralnick
James Dean: An American Icon by David Loehr
Goldwyn: A Biography by A. Scott Berg
Duse: A Biography by William Weaver
Steps In Time by Fred Astaire
Bruce Lee: The Celebrated Life of the Golden Dragon by John Little
Songs My Mother Taught Me by Marlon Brando
Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
The Rolling Stones: A Life on the Road
Abraham Lincoln by Carl Sandburg
Lincoln's Devotional by Carl Sandburg
Lennon in America: 1971-1980, Based in Part on the Lost Lennon Diaries, by Geoffrey Giuliano
Glass Onion: The Beatles In Their Own Words by Geoffrey Giuliano
The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics by Alan Aldridge
The Lost Lennon Interviews by Geoffrey Giuliano
Things We Said Today: Conversations with the Beatles by Geoffrey Giuliano
Books about Hitler - talking to Rabbi Schmuley Boteach, he said, "Hitler was a genius orator. To make that many people turn and change and hate, he had to be a showman and he was."
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Seagul &Crows | Oil
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But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Edgar Allan Poe
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