#look homeward angel

[whydotheheathenrage]

#Thomas wolfe #you can’t go home again #of time and the river #look homeward Angel #the web and the rock

[aleksakonstanta]

A stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.

LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL

Thomas Wolfe

#Thomas Wolfe #Look homeward angel

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Looking not so much homeward as towards Biltmore

Even allowing for a pre-dawn departure from Wisconsin Dells ("I like avoiding the traffic," as Huck puts it), and a desire to especially avoid Chicago for the most part, yours truly as much as Huckleberry drove down a mix of I-39, US 51, I-57, I-24 and I-40 towards Asheville, North Carolina ... the sort of place which that Oh So Merry Chuckleberry can't help but feel a degree of enchantment for. Never mind taking the effort to find decent, homey-type eateries as were more in a local vein for the meals.

It turns out Huckleberry wanted to stop in Asheville on account of two particular items of interest:

Thomas Wolfe, as in the milieu of his novel Look Homeward, Angel, rooted in his childhood in Asheville (conveniently renamed therein as Altamont) and subject of a walking tour featuring key locales in the novel, basically a "coming of age" tale involving a dysfunctional family not unlike Wolfe's in his younger days; and

Biltmore Estate, as in America's Largest House--and something of a legeacy of the Vanderbilt family, one of the earliest of America's great fortunes. Not to mention Biltmore Winery and Deer Park Village.

For such a charming city like Asheville, having such an amusing little mixture seems almost ... serendipitous, what with George Vanderbilt being rather enchanted with Asheville in the 1890's enough to construct his estate there (and a rather substantial one, at that!), one certain to fascinate and beguile anyone visiting. And yet to picture such as a self-sufficient estate as much as tourist attraction is almost--well, Hanna-Barberian. Especially when you're able to take the Rooftop Tour and just look over the Biltmore Estate, followed by a decent little tasting with tapas in the Biltmore Winery and a stroll through its Antler Hill Village complex. Cute little shopping village there, I have to say--and enough for a few selfies.

And yet it's rather surprising to know that direct descendents of George Vanderbilt still manage Biltmore, which, admittedly, can be rather daunting when you've got a 250-room mansion and some 9,000 acres of Blue Ridge foothills that turn out to be a classic example of forestry management (as a matter of fact, much of George Vanderbilt's estate would be spent on purchasing forest lands around Asheville as would later become the Pisgah National Forest).

But it's in the right sort of light (especially near sunset) that Biltmore estate best comes alive--the garden architecture of Frederick Law Olmstead and Richard Morris Hunt's residential design genius coming together. Especially when it's selfie time.

Breathes there anything more serendipitious, such bound to make The House on the Rock out Spring Green, Wisconsin way look like The Banana Splits' quarters?

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@warnerbrosentertainment @themineralyoucrave @tallcharlie @jellystone-enjoyer @thebigdingle @archive-archives @princessgalaxy505 @theweekenddigest @nighttimehound @screamingtoosoftly @warnerbros-blog1

#hanna barbera #fanfic #snagglepuss #postcards from the road #road trip experiences #huckleberry hound #asheville #thomas wolfe #look homeward angel #biltmore estate #hannabarberaforever

[hcnnibal]

Ch. 1, P. 1-5

I love putting my OCs in situations

>> Ch. 2, P. 1-5

#vati draws #look homeward #ocs #angel 1 #angel 2 #a1 #a2 #a1/a2 #blood tw

[psycheapuleius]

“The national demand for white shiny plumbing, toothpaste, tiled lunchrooms, hair cuts, manicuring, dentistry, horn spectacles, baths, and the insane fear of disease that sent the voters whispering to the druggist after their brutal fumbling lecheries—all of this seemed nasty. Their outer cleanliness became the token of an inner corruption: it was something that glittered and was dry, foul, and rotten at the core.”

— Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel, 1929.

#quotes #thomas wolfe #look homeward angel #corruption

[amrv-5]

Oh Thomas Wolfe we’re really in it now

#beating back the despair with a copy of Look Homeward Angel

[perfectlullabies]

Look Homeward, Angel (1957)

#anthony perkins

[rosepompadour]

Like most other shy, imaginative misfits, Marilyn retreated into books. Back in ’49 she opened her first charge account, at Martindale’s bookshop, an odd choice for a starving starlet. Books kept her company during those long afternoons at Schwab’s, spending her last nickel on a malted and eating it with a spoon to make it last. She’d leaf through Walden or Camille, waiting to be picked up by some modeling scout, then cab back to her dingy little room, switch on a lamp, and console herself with Look Homeward, Angel. - Marilyn in Manhattan, Elizabeth Winder

#me whenever someone reblogs my marilyn posts: DO YOU GENUINELY RESPECT HER OR IS THIS FOR THE AESTHETIC? #i feel like there should be some kind of captcha on here in order to reblog marilyn or audrey posts #i don't mean to gatekeep but it's true right? #it's true #marilyn monroe #*

[mikachan88-blog]

"How are you enjoying Look Homeward, Angel?" "Immensely."

Fellow Travelers | 1.01 "You're Wonderful"

#fellow travelers #tim × hawk #hawk x skippy #hawk x tim #hawkins fuller #mary johnson

[glorious-spoon]

and we are homeward bound [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 2/3]

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 6000 / chapter; 9400 /total Warnings: None Other tags: Established relationship; Relationship reveal; Domestic fluff; Character study; Insecure Evan Buckley; Fluff and smut; Love confessions

and we are homeward bound (Chapter 2 on AO3)

"Okay, what did you do?" Maddie demands when he shows up on her doorstep with a bottle of wine.

"Who says I did anything?" Buck protests. "I have the evening off, you have the evening off, I wanted to see my sister and my favorite niece—"

"Your only niece." She gives him a shrewd look. "I take it Eddie was busy?"

"He traded shifts with Bennington 'cause her daughter has a dance recital tonight," Buck admits. "Are you gonna let me in, or what?"

"Sure," Maddie says. She stands aside to let him into the house, but she doesn't lose the suspicious look.

The dining room table is scattered with fabric samples and menus from at least seven different Los Angeles catering companies, so after a mostly friendly debate over which restaurant to order takeout from, which Maddie wins, they retreat to the kitchen to eat yakisoba and drink the wine that Buck brought. Jee has a set of training chopsticks with a little owl at the join, and she spends most of the meal intently dissecting her plate of noodles and occasionally eating.

"We're trying," Maddie sighs, in response to his look.

"She's doing great."

"Yeah." Maddie brushes a palm over Jee's wispy head of curls, and Jee ignores her to fish a piece of pork off of her plate and promptly drop it in her lap. "I'm just hoping more of it ends up in her stomach than on the floor. Are you going to tell me why you're here?"

"Um." Buck twists his hands together.

"Wait, did something happen? You said you were waiting on lab results from your last checkup, but I thought that was just routine—they didn't find something, did they?"

"No, no—Maddie, no, nothing like that, it's just." He sets his chopsticks down and clears his throat. There are several angles he could approach this from, and all of them feel unbelievably clumsy. "Uh, I've been seeing someone. Dating, I mean. Not therapy."

Although he could probably use the latter, honestly.

(Continue reading Chapter 2 on AO3)

#911 #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #my fic

[vv91him]

Ville Hermanni Valo - Look Homeward Angel - My Edit

#ville valo #his infernal majesty #h.i.m #my edit #angel wings #angel #portrait #heartagram

[nightcovefox]

Hush Now.. You’re Safe..

Characters: Sullivan, Jeanie, Princess Peach, and Jamie (Oc)

Ship: Sullivan x Jeanie

Plot Context: Sullivan and Jeanie have finished their honeymoon now Jeanie lives in Terra Flora With her husband Sullivan. Suddenly a new bundle of joy has joined in their lives. Sullivan was doing great as a father, Jeanie on the other hand didn’t know how to be a mother. Will Jamie love her mom?

A/n: This takes place in a Future AU. (I’ll tell you about the Future AU at another time) Jamie (An OC of mine) is the daughter of Sullivan and Jeanie. You might be asking how? 1. She’s adopted and I’m working on her back story (Little comic). She was in the Wiggler’s Express Train aka Sully’s train. Sullivan found her and well.. Decided to keep her. And 2. Why not?-

Warnings: Fluff and my bad grammar-

Enjoy Reading~!<3

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A loud cry shot Jeanie awake right away. Jeanie looks around her room but only to see pitch black. Her system was loading until she was fully ‘activated.’ Half charge of her body. The cries continue to be louder. Ah.. Jamie..

Jeanie removed her blanket covers and turned to see Sullivan dead asleep. How can he sleep through her cries?

*WAAAAAHHH!*

“I’m coming.. I’m coming..” she mumbled tiredly. Standing up and walking to her daughter’s room. She opened the door, seeing her night light staying on. She walks over to her crib and sees Jamie crying. Jamie sniffling and cries, not seeing her Papa only her Mama.

Jeanie picked her up gently and scanned her.

Hmm. She’s not hungry, or hurt, or needs a diaper change.

Ah… a nightmare..

Jeanie cradles her back and forth slowly. Smooth her little bunny ears trying to calm her down. Nothing seemed to work..

Oh, what can she do? Jeanie doesn't know how to calm her down..

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“I’m bad at this… I apologize Princess..”

“You’re fine Jeanie.. Just watch me..” Peach whispered to her, holding her baby boys in her arms. She started to sing. Two of the twins stop their crying at stare at their mom. Jeanie watches seeing both of the twins calm down. Jeanie hummed quietly to join her song.

Once the song ends Peach smiles seeing both of her sons asleep. Peach sighed, gently putting both of her boys in the crib. “Thank you Peach.. I apologize I didn’t calm down the boys..”

“It's alright Jeanie, you tried, and that matters. Now come on, you need to rest up for your big day!”

“Thank you.. Peach,”

Peach smiled at her friend. “Of course..”

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Jeanie shakes her head, remembering that memory. Hopefully, this works. She sat down on the plush stool and started to sing.

“Where the North Wind meets the Sea..

There’s a river full of memory…

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound..

For in this river, all is found..” Jeanie quietly sang, seeing her daughter calm down her cries a bit.

Jeanie continues, “In her waters, deep and true..

Lie the answers and a path for you..

Dive down deep into her sound..

But not too far or you’ll be drowned..”

Jamie sniffed and softly cooed at Jeanie. Her cries finally stopped but Jeanie didn’t stop.

“Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear

And in her song, all magic flows..”

Sullivan yawned, scratching his eye as he entered the room. He stops scratching and listens to his wife singing to their daughter. Oh.. What a beautiful melody..~

Sullivan leans to the doorframe and listens to her song.

“But can you brave what you most fear?

Can you face what the river knows?

Where the North wind meets the sea

There's a mother full of memory

Come, my darling, homeward bound

When all is lost, then all is found..” Jeanie stops singing, looks down, and sees Jamie asleep. Snuggling up close to her mom’s chest. She did it..

Jeanie kissed Jamie’s forehead and was about to put her daughter in the crib but heard Sullivan’s words. “You sing beautiful Jeanie.. Really beautiful.. Like an angel..”

Sullivan walked to her. “You did good as well.. Putting her to sleep..” Sullivan sighed and stroke his daughter’s ears carefully and gently.

“Mhm.. All thanks to someone..”

Jeanie gently put Jamie in her crib, quietly she and Sullivan walked out and closed the door quietly.

Both of the couples go to their shared room and lie down in their bed. Jeanie smiled and felt very proud of herself. She fell asleep, not hearing her daughter cry but hearing her husband snore instead.

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Thank you for Reading~!<3

#Startrain #Sullivan x Jeanie #Jamie is Startrain ship child #God I feel like I messed up #But writing this makes my heart melt #m+rsoh #m+rsoh fanfic #Future AU #princess peach

[rebeccadewinterthinks]

«He was so bitter with his tongue, because his heart believed so much.»

«Look Homeward, Angel» by Thomas Wolfe

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #quotes

[embracing-the-ineffable]

Flash Fiction Friday!

The Universe Might Answer: Broken Moonlight

Featuring my favorite demon on a quest for answers that might save the world. This is a quick mystery with a hopeful ending, meant to be enjoyed even if you're not familiar with Good Omens.

Read on to find out what Crowley is up to after parting ways with the angel Aziraphale!

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt #240, Broken Moonlight. This was so much fun! Thanks for the tag, @ngk_is_cool

Rating: G | Words: 727 | Link to ao3

Crowley walks slowly through St James Park, thinking, breathing, trying not to think - but then thinking again. He's a demon, damned for the rest of his immortal life, and as such he has all the time held within the whole of eternity to think, to ask questions, to look for answers.

Well, he doesn't exactly have eternity, because the Earth and every lovely thing on it will be gone, soon. Unless he can think of something.

He paces again through the moonlit park, opening his senses, stretching them up and out, further and further, searching for something - anything - a path forward - an answer to any one of his many questions. Something scratches at the back of his mind. Something itchy and uncomfortable, something about the world that doesn't fit.

Irritably, Crowley pushes the itchy feeling away. He pauses to gaze up at the Milky Way, stretched delicately overhead, and fills his human body with another deep breath. He wonders whether the partner of his soul is doing the same thing from the cold, distant realm of heaven; searching for an answer, reaching out his senses. He wonders whether their senses will find one another and tangle once more, entwining in the ether, keeping them connected no matter where their human bodies happen to be. Or is Aziraphale trapped in time up there? Does he feel the impending danger creeping closer, or is he blissfully unaware in a sticky-sweet trap of time like molasses?

Crowley sighs, and he feels the itching, scratching sensation again at the back of his head. It reaches right into his brain and pulls, uncomfortably. Crowley runs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head, trying to clear out the sensation and refocus on his task.

He needs to save the world, and he can't count on Aziraphale for help.

The moon glints sharply in the corner of his eye, but when he turns to stare it down, it settles again into a softly glowing orb. He sighs. He's imagining things, and he's not going to solve all the problems of the world tonight, not like this. He turns and continues walking, watching the moon and stars reflecting in the pond as he saunters vaguely homeward.

The itching returns, only this time it's more of a stabbing sensation, and not something he'll easily shake. He swears and traces the feeling back through the ether. It gets slippery - and then it's gone.

Crowley growls and turns a slow circle, studying the park carefully. When his eyes sweep again across the pond, he feels it. A sharp, jarring sensation - right in between the moon above and its reflection below.

He closes his eyes and pushes his senses forward, hard, and there! Right there! The moonlight is broken as it shines across a tear in the universe. He pushes his awareness against the edges of the tear and feels another universe on the other side.

"What the hell," he mutters, "it's not the weirdest thing I've seen, and maybe the answers are there." 

Crowley can control time and space the way few others can, but he's not sure whether he can control time in one universe while he's in another. The very existence of another universe is news to him, but he decides it's worth a try. He stretches his arms wide and pulls hard on the fabric of time across the entire world and even further. Holding all the threads is an enormous effort, but he very carefully twists them all together, and time in this universe suddenly slows to the barest crawl.

If Aziraphale wasn't stuck in a thick ooze of time like molasses before, he probably is now, Crowley muses regretfully. This would be so much easier - and more fun - with his partner in mischief and world-saving.

Just in case, he pauses long enough to imprint a message into the trees and paths and benches of St James Park. It's a message for Aziraphale - and everyone and everything on Earth - but especially for Aziraphale: Don't Worry, I'm Coming Back For You.

And before he can give it another thought, Crowley pushes himself through the broken moonlight, through the tear in the very fabric of the universe, and into the unknown. Always on a quest for answers to questions he's never been allowed to ask in this universe, he turns a hopeful face forward.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens #crowley #good omens season 2 #good omens theory #good omens speculation #aziraphale #love #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #wibbly wobbly timey wimey #good omens timeline #Good omens multiverse #flash fiction friday #short fiction #creative writing

[hcnnibal]

< Ch. 2 P. 6-10

Look Homeward, Ch. 2, P. 11-18

#original comic #original character #look homeward #a1/a2 #angel 1 #angel 2 #vati draws #long post #art

[psycheapuleius]

“But she was exquisitely made and exquisitely kept; she had the firm young line of Spring, budding, slender, virginal. She was like something swift, with wings, which hovers in a wood—among the feathery trees suspected, but uncaught, unseen.”

— Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel, 1929.

#quotes #thomas wolfe #look homeward angel #wings #spring