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erizee · 3 years
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is there literally anyone else who likes saw iv. its my favourite one its the one that made me go from "yea this is fun" to literally thinking about saw 24/7. i dont even want to know why no one seems to like it but its frustrating when u keep seing the same comments about sth u really really like and all of them are just "saw iv was boring" or "saw iv was the worst" like. obviously everyone has their own opinion but how am i the only one that loved that movie its annoying lol stop roasting my current favourite movie lmao
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jawnkeets · 4 years
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hi :-) do you happen to have recs for any british authors/poets that are a little more.. obscure, i guess? i'm not a native speaker of english but studying it at university, and i would like to branch out a little in my reading - i feel like we only talk about the same people in my seminars, eg. milton, austen, dickens, shakespeare, pope, some of the romantics etc., and i would like to read sth that's a little.... idk how to say it, i love these authors but i'd like to find sth different? thx 🌹
hi!! so i’m not sure what is and isn’t well-known outside of the uk (some of these are still pretty well-known within the uk), but i’ll dump a load and hopefully a few will be new to you :+) let’s do it in periods.
if you’re feeling adventurous and want to go medieval/ pre-shakespeare, i recommend (in translation) the elegies and riddles of the exeter book, ‘the wanderer’ (one of said elegies), ‘the dream of the rood’, ‘the phoenix’, ‘the whale’ (these are old english), mandeville’s book of marvels and travels, julian of norwich’s revelations of divine love (middle english), the poetry of william dunbar (a scottish makar active late 15th/ early 16th century), especially ‘the goldyn targe’. also if you’d like to venture into chaucer (not obscure obviously but equally lots of syllabuses don’t stretch this far back), his dream visions r my fav and a great place to start.
if you like shakespeare and want stuff from a similar-ish period that’s still quite different to shakespeare, try andrew marvell and george herbert. they have a couple of v v famous poems that come up again and again in uk secondary school syllabuses (’love (iii)’ for herbert, ‘to his coy mistress’ for marvell), but they are consistently excellent poets.*
if you’re a pope fan, try john gay, especially trivia, and lady mary wortley montagu. swift is my favourite writer from this period, but gulliver’s travels is massive, so he’s not a very out-there recommendation.
if you’re a fan of the romantics, try john clare – he’s a lesser-known late romantic poet who i absolutely adore. this is a fabulous poem. charlotte smith is a female romantic poet (there were female romantic poets…?) who wrote this lovely nightingale poem, which is of course a popular romantic subject. also i know mary shelley’s v famous, but if you haven’t read the last man, it’s about a plague slowly wiping out all of mankind… interesting too is what comes in between pope and co. and the romantics: william collins (try ‘ode on the poetical character’), oliver goldsmith (’the deserted village’), thomas gray (’elegy written in a country churchyard’ is pretty famous, but i like ‘ode on a distant prospect of eton college’, too).
into victorian: i’m super into victorian horror and spookiness so this is pretty weighted towards that, my apologies. richard marsh’s the beetle outsold dracula at the time, but has since faded into obscurity. it’s got some serious issues but i have a soft spot for it. arthur machen is a welsh writer who wrote this AMAZING story called the great god pan, which i think has been SO unfairly neglected. well-known authors like robert louis stevenson and george eliot wrote lesser-known stuff that is great and that i rly hope ppl will give some love to (the body snatchers and the lifted veil respectively).
moving into modern and beyond, i struggle to keep it british as i tend to prefer american modernism, postmodernism etc. but try samuel beckett (huge but good), philip larkin, and, if you’re looking for a challenge, j. h. prynne (the white stones). edit: i forgot jez butterworth’s jerusalem - big mistake.
i also have a poetry recommendations list! most of the lesser-known english-speaking poets on it are american, though, rather than british. but a lot of the poets i’ve mentioned above are on there, if you’re looking for a place to start with their poetry 😊 hope this helps, and happy reading!
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*gap here bc there rly isn’t much like paradise lost lol it’s smth else
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ofbrutus-blog · 7 years
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if only u all knew about how pumped i am for this ,, i highkey haven’t been in a group in literal months ?? anyway, i’m claire, i’m 18, i’m from australia ( hello gmt +11 ,, hello hell ) & sloane is ... lsiten i love this child ?? a lot ?? & i’m SO EXCITED to be able 2 play him again bc honestly i care abt this fuckin mess so much & i’m lit already in love w everyone else’s muses & i’m just so ..., fuckenin excited ?? anyway ! i’ve got all his details under the cut ,, it got rly long i am so sorry
‹ × landon liboiron ×  › yo, meet sloane vonnegut, aka brutus, a twenty-seven year old lion mess from texas. he’s been living in hennessy for two months now and was convicted of, believe it or not, corruption. a bisexual scorpio, this bartender is pragmatic & equitable, as well as jaundiced & tempestuous.
B A C K G R O U N D.
born in the heart of texas, sloane was raised to be a perfect southern gentleman from the start. whilst his parents were insistent on teaching him right and wrong, they never inflicted any kind of physical, mental, verbal or emotional harm upon their son if he strayed down the wrong path from time to time. as a result, sloane grew to absolutely adore his parents and to this day, he keeps a photo of them in his wallet to remind him to stay grounded. they ultimately taught him the true value of family, and he can never thank them enough for that.
growing up, sloane’s interest in the police force and, ultimately, the fbi, was absolutely undeniable. ( he had the miranda rights memorised before the time he was ten. ) evidently a passion of his, annabelle and joseph vonnegut encouraged sloane to run for it. he starts his police training at fifteen, and by the time he’s eighteen, he’s recruited into the force. ( to this day, he still says it was the happiest day of his life. )
sloane’s a fucking good police officer. wonderfully charming, yet cunning and sly, crime rates plummet under officer vonnegut’s rule. armed with nothing but a sunny smile and a fast-track mind, he’s ( taylor swift vc ) a nightmare dressed like a daydream. he’s every criminal’s worst nightmare, because he’ll send you off with a smile and a lovely little threat.
he’d planned to accelerate through and move to virginia to try and get a training spot with the fbi ; his plans are ruined when, at twenty-four, his girlfriend announces that she’s pregnant with his child. a year later, as he’s cradling his newborn son, he gets a call from his father that his mother has been diagnosed with stage iii breast cancer. that basically puts everything on a halt, bc little mr. family man can’t just let his mother die while he’s off in virginia. 
tbh, he worked his ass off to provide for his then-fiancée, hayley, and their infant son, connor. he was also working to earn enough for his mother’s chemotherapy, and to pay off their mortgage, so ngl he’s working to do a shit ton !!
the pressure gets to him when a killer offers a bribe to look the other way. he knows it’s the wrong thing to do, but he accepts, and he still hasn’t lived it down. sloane fucking hates himself for accepting that bribe, just bc of the consequences.
obviously he gets thrown in hennessy, but hayley breaks off their engagement and tells him it’s best if he doesn’t see connor again which is .. the fuckin final blow bc u know that sloane cares about that baby more than he cares about anything else and the entire concept of not being able to see him fucks him up BEYOND BELIEF
P E R S O N A L I T Y.
once upon a time, sloane was the picture of southern hospitality. sunny smile plastered across his face, he’d lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it. ( bc he’s a good guy that way. )
the police force never really changed that sunny disposition, tbh - he just got a little more suspicious of people, and stopped believing that everyone was good at heart. he realised the nature of humanity to do harm and it fucked him up a lil ngl
at hennessy, he’s got a bit of a reputation as an alcoholic hardass. he’s never quite forgiven himself for taking a bribe and letting a killer walk free, and it’s taken a toll on him. he drinks to deal with the guilt, and as such, he’s a horribly bitter man. 
catch him on a good day, and you might get to see a glimpse of a past self - he might throw you a generous smile, make a genuinely funny joke, he might even treat you to that southern hospitality that still lingers somewhere within him. catch him on a bad day, though, and you’ll swear that it’s the devil standing in front of you. he’ll get bitter, and angry, and he might start going off for no apparent reason, and he’ll look gorgeous while he’s doing it but you just know that you shouldn’t go anywhere near him bc jesus fuckin christ that’s an angry man.
A P P E A R A N C E.
standing at a solid six foot, he uses his height as an intimidation tactic sometimes. he’s not even that tall compared to some, but he gotta do what he gotta do tbh.
his hair curls right down, past his jawline now. he’s too lazy to cut it again, so he’s full-on growing it out.
his beard is disgusting and he needs to shave it and everybody should tell him this
his tattoos are ,, actually so pretty ?? i haven’t decided on what they are yet, but they’ll get their own tag and they spiral down both arms, across his back, down his hips and he has a few on his thighs bc why the fuck not. he loves tattoos so much ??
he has ,, really pretty eyes ?? like they’re this piercing green and they can be so warm n inviting but also they can get cold and harsh and bitter so QUICKLY and it’s kinda hot
he’s real pretty and everyone hates it
W A N T E D  P L O T S.
honestly give me cute shit bc i’m a baby and i want sloane to like ,, not be sad
confidant: gimme someone who sloane just ,, talks to ?? is actually a decent human being to ?? is actually soft n nice and gentle ??
friends with benefits: drowning their sorrows in sex ?? drowning anything in sex ?? absolutely
sparring partners: whether it be verbal or physical, these two work their aggression out on each other and whilst they don’t openly hate each other, they look like they could tear each other’s heads off whilst they’re going at it.
honestly i have a ton more but just like ,, fuck idk
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