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Matthew Morgan's Ghosts
Music video for Matthew Morgan because I do what I want.
But also Thayer David made me do it.
Audio is "Dilaudid" by the Mountain Goats
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I was watching the beginning of Dark Shadows for the first time and challenged myself to make a video about a character I didn't really feel much for.
Matthew's not a good person. But he is a good character.
And his eyebrows are *chef's kiss*.
It's been a rough couple of months. But I finally found the motivation to finish this.
Thank you to the Dark Shadows discord.
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It’s true.
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Willie Loomis from Dark Shadows (1966) deserves love! 🖤
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Hey I'm sorry to ask I'm sorta rediscovering my obsession with Dark Shadows and esp Willie do you write fics I thought there was a post but maybe I'm mistaken??
Hi!
I have written exactly one unfinished Dark Shadows fanfic about Willie Loomis.
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Hey, I know your blog hasn't been active for a while, but I've noticed that some of the photograph aesthetics have 1967 crossed out in the corner, and I'm Extremely curious as to why. (I really love your aesthetics btw, they're lovely)
Hello! Thank you for the kind words, they are much appreciated.
Really long explanation below, I'm sorry:
So the main theme of the blog was supposed to be a mainly visual representation of the character Willie Loomis's introduction to Collinsport in the TV show Dark Shadows. And from his point of view, kind of.
The photographs are supposed to be photographs that he might have taken, if he had a camera, during the time he was helping Barnabas Collins repair the Old House, amongst other things.
His record-keeping is poor, which I felt was in character. This is why some photographs have brief descriptions, or spelling errors, or dates, or nothing at all.
And the annotations in the post descriptions are supposed to be if the photographs were found by another party and were subsequently cataloged and preserved. (I used to work in collections and in libraries.)
And as for "1967" being crossed out: Willie enters Barnabas's service in late 1967. And from that point his mental and emotional state are poor. My thought was that he may lose track at times and forget was year it is. He's in such a state of stasis and constant peril, barred from the outside world and anything familiar, that he'd probably forget that time still passes. Hence why he wrote "1967" only to remember that no, it was in fact now 1968.
I'm sorry if that was long or weird. This blog was a fun project for me a while ago and I don't really get to talk about it. The photograph series was probably my favorite aspect and I am humbled that it interested you.
Thank you so much.
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There’s blood on that blade Fuck me, I’m falling apart
“No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross” ~ Sufjan Stevens
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Gosh darnit make some actual content you goose
Here I go making meta-content again instead of actual content…
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This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calmed–see here it is– I hold it towards you.
John Keats
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Episode 219
“Look at me. I said, look at me! I've got to know that you're not lying to me again.”
“I'm not lying to you. I'm sick, honest. Please, help me. Help me upstairs.”
“Do you want the jewels that bad? To go after them when you're this sick?”
“No, I don't want any jewels, never, I wanna sleep. Please, help me. Please, help me.”
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
“The Road Not Taken” ~ Robert Frost
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Episode 219
“The morning air will do you good. Come on!”
“Morning?”
”Yes, morning. Come on, let's get going.”
“Please, I'm sick, I can't go.”
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C-O-double M-O-N A wave, an awesome wave, That rushes skin and widens in blooded veins. Breathe in, exhale, I've poked a nerve he'll slap me like a whale Slaps the C-O-double M-O-N.
Tide out, tide in, A flood of blood to the heart and the fear slipstreams. Breathe in, exhale, I've poked a nerve he'll slap me like a whale Slaps the C-O-double M-O-N. Flood of blood to the heart. Flood flood flood of blood blood blood to the heart heart heart, to the heart, heart, heart.
“Bloodflood” ~ Alt-J
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Episode 219
“Come on, get up. I said get up! Exactly how stupid do you think I am?”
“Jason, you're my friend. Help me.”
“I'll help you as far as the car.”
“I can't get up.”
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Episode 219
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
William Blake ~ “The Sick Rose”
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