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snekthedemonnoodle · 6 months

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SAI theory

We all know Scaled And Icy, right? Okay. So, I saw this theory about it that I wanted to share. (I found this on Reddit and copied a lot of it and sorry if this has been posted before.)

So, in SAI, the Bishops brainwashed Tyler and made him write happy songs about all the Bishops. That is why it sounds happier and is more upbeat than anything TØP has done before. Each Bishop is named after a song on Blurryface. So, if you really think about it, there will always be one Blurryface song that matches a SAI song.

Polarize and Good Day

Polarize is about anxiety and Tyler's inability to separate himself from Blurryface. It's a bad realization, and that's what Lisden represents. Good Day is about life drastically changing for the worse. Good Day is Tyler singing in kind of a shocked deny, deny, denial.

Heavydirtysoul and Choker

Both of these songs have a fear of the unknown. HDS is kind of a meltdown, comparing Blurryface to an internal demon. But the last line of Choker, 'The rear view only blinds you', means to just keep running and you'll never see Blurryface. (I was also thinking that it could have something to do with the HDS music video.)

Doubt and Shy Away

Doubt is about being stuck in a toxic cycle about self confidence. Reisdro is the Bishop of cycles about mental health. The only thing that can break the loop is Shy Away, which is about encouraging people to try new things and forget about who they are. Shy Away has tons of metaphors and euphemisms about 'breaking the cycle'.

Lane Boy and The Outside

Even on a surface level, both songs are unhappy with the music industry. Vetomo is the Bishop from Lane Boy, and he represents a dislike for conformity in general. The Outside is also unhappy, but from the other side. It's complaining about conforming being a difficult task due to an always changing mainstream.

Stressed Out and Saturday

Stressed Out has themes of dissatisfaction about every day life, which is what Nico represents in that song: your depression that paves the rest of the way for Dema. But Saturday, on a surface level, sounds like one of the least depressing Twenty One Pilots songs. But if you look at the themes of drug use by the phrase 'medicating in the afternoon' references to the vast ocean and a tight fishbowl, and implied seasonal depression if the days of the week mentioned in the chorus represent time periods longer than days suggest that the disjointed, chaotic but happy life in Saturday isn't so happy at all. Honestly, chances are that Tyler is probably dissociating in Saturday, which also means that the good feels in Saturday don't exist, and that it's just Nico's propaganda track about how depression does not exist if you forget about it.

Fairly Local and Never Take It

Never Take It and Fairly Local is probably the most direct match. In Fairly Local, Tyler tells a story about not listening to himself out of fear that Blurryface might show up. Andre represents a fear of minds that aren't yours and a fear of manipulation, and in Never Take It this is taken literally, where Tyler sings about ignoring people who are not yourself and listening to everything your mind has to say. Every pre-SAI TØP song is the complete opposite of that, but none more so than Fairly Local.

Ride and Mulberry Street

Like Lane Boy and The Outside, these songs are opposites on the issue of fear of life changing that Listo represents. Ride is about how life moves way too fast for Tyler, and that he is moving slowly in life. Overthinking kind of causes this entire song. In Mulberry Street, the same feeling of isolation because of life changing is there. Except in Mulberry Street, it is stated that ignoring it and embracing the moment isn't so bad.

Tear in My Heart and Formidable

Both of these songs are the 'love songs' of Blurryface and SAI, dedicated to the closest people in Tyler's life. Tear in My Heart is one of the most heartfelt songs about Jenna. Tear in My Heart introduces Sacarver and Formidable is his propaganda track, but Formidable is also a subtle encouragement to suppress feelings from Dema. Formidable is quite a sweet song, but the line 'my loyalty will bore you' suggests that Sacarver and the rest of Dema is most alive when Tyler is in his head alone.

Goner and Bounce Man

These songs are, again, opposite takes on a problem. Goner is about the final standoff between Tyler and Blurryface, to search for an outcome. Bounce Man's outcome is no outcome- the entire songs is a cue to run or escape from someone or something. Nills, the Bishop representing conclusions, and his SAI propaganda track is completely contradicting his Blurryface song. Bounce Man is telling people to just keep running from their own Blurryfaces. A lifelong run away from your own head. Both of these songs are running, but one to Blurryface, the other away.

What can we take away from all that?

Well, SAI is definitely propaganda and fits in with the Trench and Dema lore. This also means that Good Day, Choker, Shy Away, The Outside, Saturday, Never Take It, Mulberry Street, Formidable, and Bounce Man are against TØP's true beliefs somehow.

But wait, what about No Chances and Redecorate?

If the rest of the tracks on SAI are Tyler being controlled by Dema, then No Chances and Redecorate are what is really going on inside Dema.

A theory I saw and really liked about No Chances is it comes directly after the end of Trench, and Tyler is in an argument with the Bishops and the Banditos. Tyler wants to leave Dema and is ready to die trying, but the Banditos are telling him to wait and that they will come rescue him. Meanwhile the Bishops are telling Tyler that he doesn't stand a chance leaving Dema and that they will always come back for him.

In the beginning of Redecorate, there's a little 'Oh, oh, oh', but it kind of sounds like laughing. It could be the Bishops laughing at Tyler and/or Clancy's pain and they (the Bishops) are enjoying it. Redecorate could be Clancy's last letter.

Wow. That was a lot. If you've made it this far, kid, thank you for reading. Stay alive |-/

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backtothefanfiction · 8 months

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter 10: Million Dollar Man

Summary: When that explosion at F.E.A.S.T hits, Peter is quick to jump into action.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Bombing, terror attack, blood, gore, IF THESE ARE GONNA MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!!! Genre typical violence and drama, angst

Word Count: 2K

A/N: As stated in the authors note of the last chapter, I am very aware of how this part of the story could be triggering for people or hard to read. I will put red stars ** to mark where the more graphic first response scenes end so you can read the plot info towards the end of the chapter, but if you want to skip this specific chapter altogether you can, the story will still make sense! This is a chapter from Peter's POV. The title comes from yet another Lana Del Rey song but I couldn't pick just one line as the whole of that song just encapsulates the feelings between Peter and Angel in this chapter. Also just to note, first responders are f*cking heroes and deserve to be treated as such every single freaking day! Anyway, enjoy!

TEN

BOOOMMM!

Peter was five blocks away from the hub when the blast went off. It was large enough to shake the surrounding buildings, car alarms going off.

“What the fuck was that?!” he hissed to Miguel in the driver's seat as traffic came to a screeching halt.

“I don’t know.” Harry frowned as they began to climb out of the car. That’s when they saw the smoke.

“That looks like-” Harry said.

“You don’t think-” Eddie chimed in, but Peter knew immediately, his ears tuning into the radio of a parked police car a little way up the street.

“We need all units to head towards Chinatown. There's been an explosion on Mulberry st.”

Peter didn’t think, just started running in the direction of the hub. As he ran down old back alleys and streets he hadn’t thought about in years, he couldn’t help but think this would be a lot quicker if he could swing there. He needed to get there. Although he ran as fast as he could, he felt like he was running out of time. Every second in a crisis like this was crucial. It was the literal decision maker between life and death.

‘Come on, still be alive.’ He thought to himself. ‘Still be alive.’

His heels skidded onto the street. It was carnage. Police and paramedics had already started to arrive, lifting bodies into the back of ambulances or covering them in sheets. There was smoke and dust everywhere. “Hey, you okay? What happened?” he asked an elderly couple who were trying to find a spot on the sidewalk away from the smoke to assess their injuries. The older gentleman had blood running down the side of his face, which dust and ash began to stick to. The older woman hobbled under his arm, a large graze on her arm and leg, her lungs heaving, trying to clear the smoke and dust.

“Bomb.” The old man’s gravely voice said.

A younger woman in her 30’s ushered them into her shop and out of the direct smoke and ash as Peter turned to survey the street again, working out how best to try and find her, his feet slowly carrying him towards the now former F.E.A.S.T building. If she was still inside he had no clue how he was gonna get her out.

“PETER!” A voice called to him. “YO BOSS! OVER HERE!”

Peter scanned the street until he located the owner of the voice, Miles, his shirt held up to his mouth as he tried not to inhale the smoke.

“Where is she!” Peter commanded.

“Right here.” Miles said as Peter reached him, Miles’ body now crouching protectively over Angel again.

She had a deep cut in her eyebrow that was gushing blood down the side of her face. Her hair was full of flecks of ash. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving and Peter suddenly feared the worst as his hands reached out to her.

“Is she…?”

“No. Just unconscious.” Miles coughed.

“We need to get her out of here!” Peter shouted over the sound of sirens and people’s shouting voices. There was a baby screaming and the fire that had taken hold in the wake of the explosion roared behind them. “What happened!?”

“I don’t know, we were crossing the street when we were knocked on our asses. If she hadn't stopped at that cafe, we would have been in there!”

“What cafe?”

“The Lucky Cat, or something like that? Why?”

Peter just shook his head in acknowledgment, letting out a small thank you under his breath, but he didn’t know to whom.

“Hey, over here!” a fireman who had come up beside them, shouted to a paramedic, waving them over. That was when Peter looked down to see Miles’ leg, his pant leg torn and caked in blood.

A young female paramedic not much older than Miles himself, dropped to the floor beside them as she began to introduce herself and assess injuries. “Hi, I’m Dani, what’s your name sir?” she asked of Miles, as she grabbed out a tourniquet kit from her bag and began to apply it to Miles’ leg.

“Miles.” he informed her.

“And is this your friend Miles?” She asked, motioning to Angel’s body lying on the floor.

“That’s my wife.” Peter said.

“And you are sir-” Dani started to ask as she looked him over only to see he didn’t have any injuries, the only thing currently tying him to the blast, the ash and dust that had settled in his hair and on his black blazer and trousers. Then she caught a better look of his face and her question froze in her mouth at her recognition. She quickly decided to wave off the question as she looked from Peter to Angel and back again, before fixing her eyes to finish off wrapping Miles’ leg. When she was done her fingers reached out to check for Angel’s pulse.

“She was conscious just after the blast but then she became unresponsive again.” Miles filled her in.

“Again?” Dani asked, her eyebrows raising in the younger man’s direction.

“When the blast first went off and we were knocked on our asses-”

“-where were you?”

“-crossing the road. She was out of it for a second with the blast but she woke up when I called her name, she tried to sit up but then just collapsed again.”

“Okay. Okay.” Dani said before turning her head and calling to a colleague. “I’m gonna need a board so we can get her into the back of an ambulance, I’ve got a blow to the head- did she hit the car?” Dani quickly turned to check with Miles as she took in the dent in the side of the car door that was giving them shelter.

“Yes.” Miles hastily responded.

“Yeah! I’m worried about potential internal bleeding!” Dani turned back to shout at her colleague who gave a nod before leaving his own more stable patient and running down the street to a parked waiting ambulance. “Mr Parker,” she said as she turned back towards Peter, her fingers subconsciously retrieving gauze and a bandage from her kit to wrap around Angel’s head, “I suggest you make yourself scarce right now unless you want to cause even more of a scene and problems, especially if you want us to take care of your wife.” she advised. “I will make sure Miles here will get placed in the same ambulance as her and they end up at the same hospital so he can let you know where they end up so you can meet them there, but right now, it’s in everyone’s best interest if you leave. Unless you want to risk being arrested.”

Peter looked to his wife conflicted, but he knew the young lady before him was right.

“Pete!” Harry’s voice called as he made his way past bodies to reach them.

“I advise you, get your friend out of here now!” Dani cautioned again to Harry.

“Come on, Pete, we need to go.” Harry encouraged him as Peter slowly stood. “PETE!” Harry shouted at him to snap him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “This is exactly what Toombes wants. Don’t get yourself caught man!” Harry continued to reason, pulling at him.

“I’ll make sure she’s okay.” Miles promised.

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Peter reluctantly turned his back on Miles and his wife and allowed Harry to ferry him away from the scene and back to where Miguel was now parked with the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Eddie asked as Peter climbed back into the car.

“I need you to call around to all the other hubs, make sure they get evacuated immediately.” Peter said. His message conveyed its urgency but his tone showed his mind was still split.

“Boss, Hobie’s calling?” Miguel said, handing a phone into the back of the car to him.

“Fuck.” Peter huffed, running a dusty hand through his equally dusty hair, getting frustrated as it flaked all over the seats of the car. He let out another groan before he answered the buzzing phone.

“Hey, man, what’s going on over there?” A loud, yet concerned, deep British voice bellowed down the phone. “It’s all over the news.”

“Fuck.” Peter sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“We’ve just had it confirmed that one of the injured here on the scene is Y/N Parker, otherwise known as Angel, the daughter of recently deceased gangster Wilson Fisk. The F.E.A.S.T establishment here was set up by the Benjamin Parker foundation, 6 years ago, a charity that was created in Ben Parker's memory after his brutal murder almost 11 years ago now.” Peter heard the broadcast say in the background as Hobie spoke.

“Shit man, this is gonna bring so much attention. What the fuck happened? Some sources are citing it as a gas explosion but others are speculating because of your family ties to it being gang activity. It’s not looking good.” There’s a pause on the line as Peter thought and tried to compose himself. “Yo, Parker man, we gotta get on top of this shit now.” Hobie pressed him down the phone, but Peter had nothing, his mind panicking, trying to chase too many thoughts at once and coming up empty. “Look, I’m gonna call up Reilly, we’re gonna get on a jet and be with you asap. We can work this shit out when we get there.”

“Hobie?” Peter finally said, finding his voice. “What do you know about the Vulture?”

“Oh shit, no man! You are not in it deep with the Vulture?” Hobie responded. “Dude, that guy is ruthless, you saw what he did to KingPin.”

“But you know him?” Peter confirmed.

“Yeah, nasty piece of work. You know we had that warehouse in Manchester raided a few months back?”

“Yeah.”

“Well he took no time in swooping down and trying to take it.”

“You never told me that.” Peter looked confused.

“Didn’t need to, sent Reilly up there with some of his boys and they stamped that shit out quick. Guess that's when he decided to high tail it to New York and start messing with Fisk, not before he took a little stop in Italy, that is.”

Peter’s ears pricked up. “Italy?”

“Yeah. I had a tip off from Francetti when he saw the Romano’s sitting down with a guy he didn’t recognise and it was starting to brew trouble. When we asked him to give us a description of the guy we knew it was our man.”

Peter’s face changed. “What does that mean?” Harry asked, who had been listening in on the conversation. “Pete?”

“Any of Romano’s men get in touch with the Bianchi’s over here?” Peter asked down the phone.

“Yeah, why?”

“Shit!” Harry said as he too started to put the pieces together.

“Eddie?” Peter called out to the front passenger seat to get Eddie’s attention.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gruff voice said back.

“When exactly did Angel get back into town?”

“It was maybe two days after Fisk had that break in at the Phoenix club.” Eddie replied.

Peter began to think. That was when Fisk first started having issues with the Italians. He thought back to his conversation with his wife at the house before they were shot at. She had said they had just thought it was the Italians getting too big for their boots at first.

“I’ve just got a text from Miles, they’re just pulling into Kings.” Eddie then said.

“Brooklyn?” Miguel confirmed as he started up the engine to the car. Eddie nodded as Miguel pulled out into traffic.

“Parker, we’re gonna get on a plane and be with you in a few hours.” Hobie said down the phone. “We’ll get this guy, I promise. Nobody lays a finger on our Angel without burning in hell for it.”

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paulineagain · 8 months

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Curious that you should mention New Orleans in your post this week, Betts. It was the first place I thought of when I saw the assignment, and the only place I ever long for aside from the sea. So I chose a little musing from a legend of that place who features prominently in my WIP. My gut tells me he was not the kind of man to muse much, but fiction is for standing things on their head, isn’t it?

He would always think of the city as home, though he was not born here and rarely spent much time living within the ramparts. His home was in wilder places, Barataria, Galvez and soon somewhere even further away. He stopped on the cypress plank sidewalk and closed his eyes, breathing deep as if he might be able to catch one last memory with the smells all around him.

The Mississippi River gurgled by beyond the levee. It wasn’t an illusion that the river ran higher than the solid ground he walked on. That was always the conundrum of this place: how did she stay above water? He laughed to himself as he looked to the street with its muddy puddles of standing water. “Sometimes you do not, eh ma belle?”

Swinging his cane, he continued to walk west toward the heart of the city. He tipped his hat, a formless beaver topper with a wide brim that kept his ears warm in the gathering cool, to those he passed. Soon it would be winter and time to move on, but a few more days in this mysterious, sunken place was worth his time.

It was then, as he passed people with a silent greeting, that he realized no one seemed to recognize him. Once, possibly a lifetime ago, he had been famous. He was called a savior of the city then, as were his previously maligned comrades. Even Major General Andrew Jackson gave him thanks by name in a grand speech to the city’s populace. He and the men he called brothers were elevated from hellish banditti to heroes. A brief moment it seemed, but one worth remembering.

The smell of fish stalls and river mud mingled as he drew closer to his city’s center. Women barked out the quality of the catch on the tables before them in loud, common voices. Close by the oystermen from Grand Isle did the same, making a cacophony of eager sound. Every one of them was vying for the American dollar which was still new to this place where reales and picayunes had long been standard currency.

“We are not what we were,” he said, shaking his head and waving to the vendors while passing by.

He turned left onto a street that rose subtly away from the river. Here homes took the place of the businesses on the levee road. The brightly painted shutters of each reminded him of tropical birds standing still in lush trees. Nothing was quiet here. The wind off the river blew the sounds of market day up the street, and the homes sang out the colorful songs of those who lived there.

Thinking about a particular home, where he had often known welcome and happiness, he paused once again. Looking at a nearby street sign, he realized this was not Rue Conti. “Perhaps for the best,” he thought to himself. “What good would it do to trouble Madame Docteur after all? I am no longer welcome in the bosom of her family.” A rueful chuckle rumbled in his throat. He adjusted his cutaway, made of mulberry serge, and continued on.

His introspection kept him from attention to the street, and it was only at the last moment that he jumped back to avoid the spray of mud that flew up behind a buggy pulled by two horses. He looked over, imagining the slight was purposeful, before realizing that he did not know the carriage.

“You are still agile, my brother.” The voice was familiar and would have been soothing without the reference to his age. “I am most impressed.”

“Enough of that, Pierre. You needn’t gloat for I find that you will always be older than I.”

“Such is the fortune of our birth.” Pierre, clothed in a black redingote that was beginning to show its age, stepped to his brother. He smiled, causing his left eye to close involuntarily. This facial anomaly was a lingering sequela from a stroke Pierre suffered years before. “Are you ready for church?”

“If we must.” He took the arm his brother offered him. “The need for Mass does not stir within me anymore.”

“Nor I, but it will keep the ladies of our household happy.”

He did not reply to this but looked ahead to the Place des Armes and the great Cathedral of St. Louis beyond. It was an imposing structure, shining white in the gray sunlight of autumn. Even though he had no heart for the Church itself, he felt a fondness stir within his chest at the sight of this building. “It is the heart of our home,” he said without thinking.

“What was that now?” Pierre turned to his brother with a quizzical glance.

“Give it no thought.” He looked up at the sky and then tugged at his brother’s arm. “Come along now, frère. It will soon rain, and Mass will not wait as we know.”

Pierre chuckled, put his curiosity aside and hurried across the square still arm and arm with his brother.

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 months

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what's your least favourite billy joel album??

Honestly I don't know!!!!

It's either Streetlife Serenade, An Innocent Man, The Bridge, or Storm Front. But the thing is every single one of those albums has multiple songs I would call personal favorites:

Streetlife Serenade: The Great Suburban Showdown, The Entertainer, Weekend Song

An Innocent Man: Easy Money, An Innocent Man, This Night, Keeping the Faith

The Bridge: A Matter of Trust, Modern Woman, Temptation, Code of Silence, Getting Closer

Storm Front: I Go to Extremes, Shameless, Leningrad

Yes I did list more than half of one of these albums as favorites. This is what I'm saying.

An Innocent Man is kind of the opposite of the others. I think it's a great album and he nails the concept of doing retro musical styles. I do think it works better taken as a whole, so it's kind of ironic that some of those songs became huge hits out of context. But some of those hits are just... they're good but they're a little played out for me. I still sing along to every word and I still screamed when he announced them in concert so I mean.

With the other three, I've always felt these albums are just not as cohesive as his strongest work. I'm beginning to be persuaded on Storm Front because I saw an interview where he talked about it depicting a storm building and then the last song being the calm after the storm and I was like okay that makes sense. Storm Front also has lower lows for me. I like That's Not Her style, it has some really fun lyrics (she wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis...) but musically it doesn't quite fit into the groove for me. Storm Front, State of Grace, and When In Rome similarly kind of just... happen to me. I like When In Rome and feel called to defend it because he was so mean about it for absolutely no reason, but it's definitely not his best work. So there are just chunks of that album I'm not as into.

The Bridge similarly feels so disorganized to me. There are so many fantastic songs on this album but I don't know where any of them are going. I find myself asking "the bridge to where? or to what?" Ironically to me it just feels like the bridge between different stages of his career; it was the last album he did with Phil Ramone but I always consider it in a group with Storm Front and River of Dreams because it feels so removed from the previous five albums he did with Phil. It also has lower lows for me; I always think I don't like Running On Ice until I listen to it and I remember that I love the piano and some of the lyrics ("a cosmopolitan sophisticate of culture and intelligence" would be my blog title if it wasn't too many characters for mobile) but I think something about the sound just doesn't click for me. I don't really care for Baby Grand or Big Man On Mulberry Street too much. I love that he got to work with Ray Charles and I appreciate what an influence Ray was but I don't personally like that style of music as much. So again, just chunks of the album I don't enjoy as much.

Streetlife Serenade suffered greatly from being sort of a sophomore album. It was actually his third album, but it was his second with Columbia, and he was forced to put it out when he hadn't had enough time to write because he was doing the Piano Man tour and he did not have enough material and it shows. Two of the ten songs are instrumentals although incidentally Root Beer Rag is great. Again with the lows... every song on this album has something I love about it, but Streetlife Serenader, Los Angelenos, Roberta, and Last of the Big Time Spenders are musically kind of unmemorable to me (Roberta is memorable for other reasons). I know I compare Los Angelenos unfairly to Say Goodbye to Hollywood, though. And I absolutely love Souvenir, but it's so short, it feels like half a song. Ultimately I think Streetlife Serenade is probably his weakest album just because it's unfinished but I don't know if that makes it my least favorite.

Typing all of that out did not help me answer the question. I'm going to say An Innocent Man because it's a bold choice and it's one of the few I have not been putting on deliberately lately. An Innocent Man and Keeping the Faith were both live highlights for me though lol.

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dragonsruby · 8 months

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Munday Thing!

Tag nine people you want to get to know better

First band: Rammstein. I would make my stuffed animals headband to Sonne and Mutter. That band taught me to count to ten in German around the same time that I learned to count to ten in English.

Last song: I think Lights by Ellie Goulding or Zero by Imagine Dragons. Angst-adjacent songs about growing up have been vibing with me lately.

Favorite band: Sleeping At Last. I love songs that have theatrical or poetic lyrics, and O'Neal's voice adds a beautifully emotional touch to everything he sings.

First book: Green Eggs and Ham or And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street.

Last book: Flowers for Algernon. Haven't stopped thinking about it since.

First game: Mario Golf or The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask

Last game: Pokémon Café ReMix, though I did just purchase Superliminal

Favorite game: It changes constantly, but Supergiant's Hades is a recurring contestant

Working on: I'm currently reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, playing The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and watching The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. My dream is to publish a fantasy novel that I'm "working on."

Last movie: It’s been some time, but I believe the last movie I watched was Murder on the Orient Express (1974). In theaters, Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume 3.

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profgandalf · 1 year

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Raging at the Wind: Contemporary Censors of Texts Created by Others

In the second paragraph of Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol,” the narrator stops to play with the idea that although the phrase “dead as a doornail” is immediately and so broadly recognized that it borders on being cliché, and that he thinks “dead as a coffin nail” would be more fresh and accurate, he finishes by observing that “the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile, and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it” (Carol 1).

Well, this is the generation of those with “unhallowed hands.” I have written before about my dismay concerning the decision to remove various books or illustrations by Dr. Seuss. Specifically “And to Think That I Saw it on Mulberry Street” which wonderfully portrays a child’s imagination let loose, and was told by some on this platform that it was all well and good. Now, however, I suppose most of you know that Roald Dahl’s children’s books "James and the Giant Peach," "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," "Witches," and "Charlie and the Glass Elevator" are being rewritten to remove language deemed offensive by the publisher Puffin. (Penguin, the parent company, has indicated they are going to publish uncensored versions as if that makes things better).

Meanwhile, Alan Gribben a professor at Auburn University has an edition of Huck Finn in which he removes the N-word as well as Injun and replaced them with “slave” and “Indian.“ And now I understand that according to a new report in "The Sunday Telegraph," new editions of Ian Fleming’s original James Bond novels will omit offensive passages when released this spring by Ian Fleming Publications. And like Dr. Seuss, it’s the people who control the text who are doing this so they can get away with it legally. My comment to all of these second-rate unimaginative pariahs is "keep your lousy, “unhallowed hands” off other people’s art!"

Would Dahl care? Of course, he would! Dahl was notorious for fighting editors over his word choices, but he’s gone now and the foundation can do what it likes. My impotent fury on his behalf feels like raging at the wind. Only in this age is the writer faced with the possibility that his actual text, never mind film interpretations of it, might be altered by people who no more understand the creative process nor have any ability to shape imaginative text than deep sea-lantern fish understand the nature of sunscreen.

Publishers should NOT have the right to alter an author's intended words because they can. Even if it is legal: It’s wrong, and if I ever become a published author I am going to include in my contract that NO such alterations can ever be made by my publishers or my offspring no matter how many generations pass. Dickens didn’t think of this because he couldn’t imagine it. Congrats you woke folk, you’ve created a whole new clause in contracts!

At least when the Victorians Charles and Mary Lamb rewrote the stories of Shakespeare they called it “Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons” And perhaps one could claim that these Dahl, Twain, and Seuss books are intended to protect children who need protecting. I think that is an error and would suggest just finding an alternative author. However with the censoring of Ian Fleming’s adult spy novels, the pernicious nature of these so-called editors are revealed. It’s almost amusing. Rather than accept the fundamental fact that different ages have different ways of thinking (which is part of the benefit of reading literature) and that the artist’s vision is sacred, they now insist that everyone see things as they do, and if authors take is not 100% acceptable, then their works are just altered to do so. It’s like putting a pair of briefs on Michelangelo’s “David.”

Years ago Christians were accused of being closed-minded censors. A lot of parents got upset with the novel “The Catcher in the Rye” and a lot of liberals had a good laugh at their expense. But no Christian parent suggested that the F word be removed from J.D. Salenger’s book while keeping his name on the cover! Final thought: Write your own damn books and leaves those written by masters alone. If you're so wise and clever, write your own books!

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ooo ok lore time

I like to think there’s areas within the city that banditos on the inside and those looking to escape will gather and convene . Bandito speakeasies, if you will

tbh I think I remember some things like this in the livestream! mulberry street to me kinda implies there's clubs and such that have some of the iconography of the banditos; little subtle symbols that may go unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. I don't know how easy it'd be to operate a true sole meeting area, but I think bandito sympathisers would communicate through these symbols. many of the dema inhabitants are likely intentionally shielded from any of the iconography, so they wouldn't know what it meant if they saw it at a glance... But those with intimate knowledge of the banditos, or Trench would see it and Know. It'd be too dangerous to meet in large groups, especially obvious ones, but I think many would gravitate to each other, give one another subtle indications that they're on the same side... They know they have eyes on them already, and do their best to evade their bishops constant gaze. I don't know if they'd have a consistent place they'd meet in, as that'd be easy to locate and raid,,, but they'd change it up frequently, hit a few different bars in a random pattern, appearing like an interchanging group of randoms, or just regulars at their intended meeting spot; Perhaps the bars they choose are bandito sympathisers, or at least, more relaxed than other places. Perhaps sometimes there just so happens to be some conversations that go on that aren't reported, stolen kisses in the night while gazes are turned away... I mean, they're popular clubs, sometimes things slip through the cracks right?

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To think that I saw it on Mulberry Street!

July 2014. Universal Mercury II

#film photography #black and white #35mm #half frame

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Review of: “Stake Land”

Stake Land (2010) Writers: Nick Damici, Jim Mickle Directed by: Jim Mickle Stars: Connor Paolo, Nick Damici, Kelly McGillis, Michael Cerveris, Danielle Harris IMDB Rating: 6.4/10 Stars Rotten Tomatoes Audience Score: 62% Runtime: 1 hour, 36 minutes

Spoilers Ahead, You Have Been Warned...

Jim Mickle’s film "Stake Land," has a different feel, a different vibe than your typical end-of-the-world zombie-vampire apocalypse-type film. Take “The Walking Dead,” the more popular post-apocalyptic standard and “The Road,” the somber tale of a surviving father and his young son in a post-apocalyptic future and 2010’s “Stake Land” is somewhere in the middle with a post-apocalyptic world where zombie-vampires rule. The performances, particularly by Connor Paolo as Martin and Nick Damici as Mister, are commendable, grounding the human elements of the plot with believable characterizations. “Stake Land” offers a fresh take on the vampire genre, blending elements of horror, drama, and worldbuilding to create a decent movie here. I saw this over the weekend of April 7th, 2024 and was left uncertain as to why I had not heard of this back when it came out. I really liked this. It grabs you from the beginning. “Stake Land” stands as a hidden gem in horror, offering an intimate and beautifully crafted story of human survival, not just from zombie-vampires, but other groups of surviving humans. Some that use these creatures as weapons for their own dominance. The movie doesn't shy away from violence or difficult themes, presenting a stark portrayal and more realistic take on a collapsed society. Despite its limited theatrical run, “Stake Land” made some noise and earned praise from its audience. It’s original and does not feel forced. It was originally envisioned as a web series before it evolved into a feature film. Mickle's background in horror, demonstrated in previous works like "Mulberry Street," shines through here as well.

The story follows Martin (Connor Paolo) and Mister (Nick Damici) as they navigate through a world ravaged by zombie-vampires, encountering both allies and adversaries along the way. The addition of characters like the pregnant Belle (Danielle Harris) adds depth to the story, characters and struggle of the complexities of human survival in the face of horror by the undead and the living.

The notion of humanity is challenged relentlessly as characters confront the dual threats of zombie-vampires and ruthless human survivors. The film portrays a world where the line between humanity and monstrosity blurs, forcing individuals to deal with their moral compasses in the face of loss and death. Whether it's the visceral terror of encountering the bloodthirsty undead or the sobering realization of betrayal by fellow humans. The characters are constantly reminded of their fragile existence. Yet, amid the chaos and despair, moments of compassion, love, humanity and resilience shine through, underscoring the enduring spirit of being human. Despite the horrors surrounding them, the characters cling to their humanity as a beacon of hope, like Kelly McGillis’s character of Sister Agatha (a Nun) navigating through the darkness with courage and determination. “Stake Land” serves as a poignant reminder of the essence of being human—adapting, surviving, and finding solace in the bonds forged amidst adversity.

What sets “Stake Land” apart is its ability to deliver a compelling story on a small budget of $650,000, utilizing practical effects and smart storytelling to create a fully realized world where you care what happens to the main characters. The film's pace keeps viewers engaged. One would think having this much human-relationship-building in the film that it would be over two hours. This movie moves along pretty quick, but doesn’t feel forced or too long for its 96-minute runtime. The pacing feels very natural, while its atmospheric score by Jeff Grace adds to the overall experience. The special effects and make-up are on point. When it is necessary this movie provides plenty of action, gore and it gets dark with the reality it portrays. It is not shy about its approach to the violence which I was appreciated for. These movies tend to try to scare people rather than just freaking people out with the gravity of reality dealing with circumstances that come with a story like this. While it may not have achieved blockbuster status, “Stake Land” remains a fine gem of indie horror films that do not get enough credit. As Danielle Harris herself attests, it's a film that deserves more recognition and discussion within the genre. So, if you're looking for a hidden gem to add to your horror collection, look no further than “Stake Land.”

“I've seen things you wouldn't believe. Things a boy shouldn't see. I was like any other kid; I didn't believe in the boogeyman. Then the world woke up to a nightmare.” ~ Martin (Connor Paolo).

Review of: “Stake Land” (2010) by David-Angelo Mineo 4/7/2024 788 Words

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I went out today

For a walk

I’m back home from uni for the Easter weekend. And the 13th is also coming up, for those who celebrate it

When I worked at the dominos down the street from my home I always used to go to the convenience store beside it after my shift

Often got a diet beverage — diet because I’m afraid of sugar, and they also carried Faygo

So last year I got a diet cola faygo to celebrate with. And this year I’m doing the same. Got redpop this time though

And I was walking there today, to get the soda.

There’s an old building down the street

It used to be a school a time ago, now it’s a church — apparently. Been a church all my life

I’ve seen it all my life

But I never stepped foot in it

Not even once

I’ve passed by it thousands — tens of thousands of times

Never went in

I walked past and looked at the grass. There were some muscari growing, always loved those

There’s an old cemetery right next to it

A tiny grassy lot. I went to it and looked at the graves

There was one that was like an obelisk

The grass felt spongey and uneven

There was a chain fence between the back of the lot and the restaurants behind, some old tangled trees and trash in between

The graves were there since the 1800

I walked to the crosswalk

Past an old diner that I went into a couple of times last year, to sate some curiosity

They put in new concrete, there are new walkways between the street and the tiny strip mall

I remember for a good year or so before I left they were doing construction on it, dug out the old stuff

It’s nicer

And I went there, and I passed the dominos where I used to work and saw my old coworker in the window

And I got the soda next door

And the cashier had a little translucent necklace

And he was wearing a dark side of the moon shirt

It was glass, the necklace. I know it was glass because I own one made of the same stuff — faux moonstone, glass made to look opalescent, blue like how smoke is blue, and also yellow in the right light

And I said “nice necklace”

And he said thanks

And I joked “I think if you’re wearing that shirt I’m supposed to ask you if you can name any other album by the band besides DSOTM”

And he rattled off a couple

And I rattled off a couple more

And he said “oh you must be a fan”

I said “nah, just absorbed it”

And I left

Might go back there, the next day, see if he’s still there

And I went into the dominos and said hi to my old coworker

And I was walking back

The church in the dead school was locked

There was a pottery class in the adjoining building though

An art studio in there

Didn’t know that

Maybe if they have classes in the summer I’ll go there

And I walked around to the back

To the empty field that used to be a schoolyard

Never been there before — actually

With an empty pit of tiny rounded pebbles that used to be a baseball diamond

We had one like that at my old school

Used to look at the tiny rocks, picking out the red ones — granite I think, and picking at the weeds that grew through

It’s just a place that was there

There were a couple of rusty benches

Some old dogshit

It felt strangely idyllic. Like the kind of semi secret place that semi interesting teens in a coming of age movie would hang out in — lamenting the boredom of a small town

I would’ve liked that

Walked home, past a mulberry tree by a driveway

Whoever lives there, in that house with the nice garden I always liked to look at, probably doesn’t know that the mulberries are edible

I didn’t know they grew till last year

In the summer, I think I’ll pick some

There’s plenty of mulberry trees, plenty of mulberries

Not enough people who know to eat them

Passed a man and his dog

Good evening

Went up to the steps in front of the retirement home across from my house

Memorial benches there

Seen that place tens of thousands of times

Walked by those benches thousands of times

Never once went up there

Today I did, I read the names too

I jumped down from the ledge and crossed the street

Went to the backyard

Down the dirty slope

Down by the creek in a flat shore filled with mud

And dead trees

Someone came and cut down a dying tree

They must’ve because I remember two years ago, the tree was there with enormous woody grape vines hanging down from its branches

Then one day, the tree was down — cut down

Someone must’ve done that to stop it from falling where it shouldn’t

That was years ago though

It’s full of little D-holes

Ash trees

The borer bug got to them

There’s so many things that shouldn’t be here

The muddy patch is full of lesser celandine

In the summer it’s full of garlic mustard

There’s multiflora rose

There’s white mulberry trees and Norway maples

There’s English ivy and periwinkle by the other side of the yard

The neighbours plant Siberian squill

And of course whenever we go driving, the lots between the roads are all phragmites

Headspace hotel has got me thinking about this

You should follow them — good blog

Anyway

March is a strange time of year

Too early for anything but a bit of grass and the crocuses

It’s like the 5 am of the seasons — too early to wake up, too late to go back to bed

I never liked it, dreary and muddy

Too warm for snow and the beautiful cleanliness of winter

Too cold and too early for spring

But there’s a solemness there

A liminality

Not everything is idyllic

Sometimes you have to just look at a patch of mud and dead grass and bare trees

I went back inside

So many little things that i just walked past all my life

Anyway, I got the soda.

Happy Easter

Happy 4/13 too

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Dr. Seuss Flip Books

Quick List of Dr. Seuss Books in Order Here is the complete list of the Dr. Seuss book collection, some of which are familiar titles and some of which are books he wrote for adults. ** items are a Readable FlipBook I’ve created for you to enjoy. The Pocket Book of Boners (1931) And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street (1937) The 500 Hats Of Bartholomew Cubbins (1938) The King’s…

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Dr. Seuss Net Worth 2023-Books, Wife, Death & Biography

Dr. Seuss was an American author and illustrator of children's books. He is best known for his book The Cat in the Hat, published in 1957. Dr. Seuss's other books include Green Eggs and Ham, Horton Hears a Who!, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas! Dr. Seuss's net worth is approximated to be around $100 million In honor of Dr. Seuss, let's examine why he is one of the most beloved children's authors. First and foremost, his books are incredibly imaginative and fun to read aloud. They are also packed with valuable lessons about life, friendship, and being yourself. Additionally, his use of rhyme and rhythm makes his books extremely catchy and memorable. Finally, Dr. Seuss's illustrations are truly one-of-a-kind - they bring his stories to life in a way that no other author can match. Pick one up today if you've never read a Dr. Seuss book!

Dr. Seuss Biography

Real Name:Theodor Seuss GeiselDate of Birth:March 2, 1904Age:87 years oldDeath:September 24, 1991Height:184Cm Weight:80KgBirthplace:Springfield, MassachusettsNationality:AmericanMarital status:Married Husband/WifeHelen PalmerAudrey Stone Dimond Profession:Author and CartoonistDr. Seuss Net Worth 2023:$100 Million (Approx)

Dr. Seuss Net Worth

Dr. Seuss’s Net Worth is approximately $100 Million.

Dr. Seuss First Book

Dr. Seuss's first book was published in 1927 and was called "And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street." Twenty-seven different publishers rejected the book before finally being accepted. It became a bestseller, and Dr. Seuss became a household name.

Dr. Seuss Early Life

Dr. Seuss was born Theodor Seuss Geisel in Springfield, Massachusetts, on March 2, 1904. He was an only child, and his father ran a successful brewery business. His mother stayed at home to take care of him. He had one sister, Marnie. As a child, Dr. Seuss loved to read and write stories. He also enjoyed making up his own words and rhymes. When he was six years old, he wrote his first story, "A Tale of Two Bad Eggs." After graduating from high school, Dr. Seuss attended Dartmouth College, where he became the editor of the school's humor magazine "The Jack-O-Lantern." He then studied at Oxford University in England to become a professor of English literature. However, he found that he didn't enjoy living in England and returned to the United States after just one year. At around this time, Dr. Seuss began working as an advertising writer for Standard Oil Company. While working on an advertising campaign for flit insecticide, he came up with the famous line "Quick, Henry, the Flit!". He went to Dartmouth College and then Oxford University in England, where he met his future wife, Helen Palmer. They married in 1927, and she encouraged him to pursue a career in writing. His first book, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, was published in 1937 after being rejected by 27 different publishers! He wrote dozens of wonderful children's books throughout his career, including The Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, One Fish Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, Horton Hears a Who!, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!, and The Lorax. Dr. Seuss Net Worth is approximately $100 Million. Many of his books have been made into movies, including The Grinch (2000) and The Cat in the Hat (2003). Dr. Seuss died on September 24, 1991, at 87, but his legacy lives on through his books which children still love all over the world.

Where Did Dr. Seuss Grow Up

Dr. Seuss was born Theodor Seuss Geisel in Springfield, Massachusetts, on March 2, 1904. He grew up in a middle-class neighborhood with his parents, Henrietta and Theodor Robert Geisel. His father ran a successful brewery business while his mother stayed home to care for her children. Seuss had two older sisters, Marnie and Henrietta. Seuss's childhood was filled with music and reading. His father sang German songs around the house and at family gatherings. Seuss himself learned to play the piano and banjo. Reading was also encouraged in the Geisel household. Seuss's mother read stories to him and his sisters every night before bedtime. This early exposure to literature would later inspire him to become a writer. In 1925, Seuss graduated from Dartmouth College with a bachelor's degree in English literature. He then studied at Oxford University in England for two years but left without earning a degree. Upon returning to the United States, Seuss began working as an illustrator for various magazines, including Vanity Fair and Life magazine. It was during this time that he started using the pen name "Dr. Seuss," which was derived from his middle name "Seuss" (his paternal grandfather's surname) and his title "Doctor of Veterinary Medicine" (which he never actually pursued).

How Did Dr. Seuss Die

Dr. Seuss, whose real name was Theodor Seuss Geisel, died on September 24, 1991, at 87, from cancer. He had been diagnosed with throat cancer in 1988 and underwent surgery to remove a tumor in his left vocal cord. However, cancer returned and eventually took his life. Throughout his career, Dr. Seuss wrote and illustrated over 60 children's books that have been translated into more than 20 languages. He is best known for classics like "The Cat in the Hat," "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" His unique writing style and illustrations have captivated generations of young readers and will continue to do so for many years. Dr. Seuss Net Worth is approximately $100 Million.

Dr. Seuss-The Children's Author

Dr. Seuss is one of the most beloved children's authors. His books have been translated into over 20 languages and have sold millions of copies worldwide. Dr. Seuss's books are known for their rhyming text, whimsical characters, and unique illustrations. While many of his books are geared toward younger readers, he also wrote several for adults. Despite their serious messages, his books are always enjoyable to read aloud or alone.

What was Dr. Seuss's Last Book

Dr. Seuss's last book was 'Oh, the Places You'll Go!' published in 1990. Dr. Seuss passed away in 1991, aged 87. What is Dr. Seuss's Most Famous Quote? "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss This quote is from Dr. Seuss's book "Theodor Seuss Geisel: A Biography," published in 2004. The book is a collection of quotes by the late author and illustrator, who passed away in 1991. As an author of children's books, Dr. Seuss was known for his playful use of language and imagination. His work has been translated into more than 20 languages and continues to be enjoyed by readers worldwide. This particular quote encourages readers to find happiness in memories, even if they are sad ones. What other memorable quotes would you add to this list? Share your favorites in the comments below!

How Old was Dr. Seuss When He Died?

Dr. Seuss was 87 years old when he died in 1991.

Was Dr. Seuss a Real Doctor?

Dr. Seuss was not a real doctor, but he did receive an honorary degree from Dartmouth Medical School in 1955. Dr. Seuss was the pen name of Theodor Geisel, who is best known for his children's books. Although he did not have a medical degree, Dr. Seuss used his imagination and creativity to write many beloved stories that are still enjoyed by children today.

Conclusion

Dr. Seuss, Theodor Seuss Geisel, was a world-renowned children's author and illustrator. He published over 60 books during his lifetime, many of which are now considered classics. Dr. Seuss's use of rhyme, meter, and absurdist humor has made him one of the most popular authors. Dr. Seuss Net Worth is approximately $100 Million. In addition to his work as an author, Dr. Seuss also worked as an advertising executive and political cartoonist. He passed away in 1991 at the age of 87. Data Source: Wikipedia Read the full article

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