#Blackie & Son

[uwmspeccoll]

It’s Fine Press Friday! 

Today we’re leaning into the drama with a 1910 edition of Poems from notorious bohemian and (unofficial) Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (PRB) member Christina Rossetti (1830-1894). This vellum covered, gilt stamped, 369-page tome was printed on Unbleached Arnold paper by the Villafield Press in Glasgow and published in limited run of 350 copies in London by Blackie & Son under the art direction of Talwin Morris. It features a praiseful yet cutting introduction from fellow poet, critic, and suffragist Alice Meynell (1847-1922) along with a wealth of illustrations (70 plates) by Florence Harrison (1877–1955) , an Australian illustrator of poetry and children’s books who worked extensively with Blackie & Son. Harrison’s style was inspired by the Romantic Era and the nature-worshipping, hedonistic values of the Art Nouveau and Pre-Raphaelite movements of the time. Fittingly, she also illustrated the works of fellow PRB poets William Morris (1834-1896) and Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892).   

While many of the poems included are overtly devotional and express themes of purity, motifs of romantic love, limerence, melancholy, and death permeate the mood of the text as a whole. The Rossetti family, particularly Christina’s brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882) (poet, illustrator, painter, translator, and co-founder of the PRB) and Elizabeth Siddal (1829-1862) (artist, iconic art model, poet, and Dante’s longtime partner, muse, and eventual wife), are known for their exploits, excesses, creative legacy and influence on the culture of the era. Christina published her first poem at only 16, and Siddal posed for Millais's Ophelia at 19. The radical, passionate nature of the philosophies and lifestyle they embodied was as much a product of the intensity and privilege of their youth as of the Renaissance ideals and Victorian mores they rebelled against.   

For a deeper dive on the Rossettis and their generation, check out this recent exhibition at the Tate Modern.  

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--Ana, Special Collections Graduate Intern

[myblacknightworld]

So I've started watching and reading Vinland Saga and I have just one thing to say

[pinkhysteria]

imagine if cameron was still in this house with those 3 clowns rn 💀

[max-rainet]

Book For Sale ~ W. H. D. Rouse * A FIRST GREEK COURSE * (1916) 3rd ed * Blackie Son London * PB | eBay https://www.ebay.com/itm/385179558542 #greek #course #study #education #travel #usedbooks #rarebooks #reading #explore #world #culture #Rouse #FirstGreekCourse #read

[rbolick]

Books On Books Collection - Carton Moore Park

[lepetitdragonvert]

Thumbkin and Other Stories

Text Version by W. K. Holmes

Artist : Barbara C. Freeman (1906-1999)

Blackie & Son Limited

London and Glascow

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Johnny, Baby

Summary: Based on the lore release, this short is written from the perspective of Johnny as a toddler when his mom knocks on Nancy's door.

Word count: 970

Warnings: Johnny is a toddler and watches his mom die... So there's that

Mama’s left eye is fluffy and purple. She tells me it's okay, but daddy says it isn't. Daddy says mommy is a bitch. Daddy says he wishes we weren't his problem to deal with, that he'd be better off without deadweight like us.

Mama is crying, she takes my hand and I barely have time to grab my stuffed dog Blackie before she lifts me onto her hip and storms outside in a flurry of tears, refusing to look back when daddy yells, “Where the hell do you think you're goin’, dumb slut?!”

“Away from you!” She screams in return. The key to the beat-up old car forms an indent in her palm as she hurriedly buckles me into my car seat.

“Not with my son you ain't!” The angry rumble of my dad's baritone rattles in the back of my skull. I clutch Blackie tighter.

“Mama?” My lower lip trembles, fear reflected in my dark brown eyes.

Mama hurries into the front seat, slamming the creaky door closed and locking it. She turns on the car then looks back at me, her dark hair wild.

“It'll be okay, baby,” she says in a soft, soothing tone.

And I believe her, my nerves slowly untangling.

CRACK! The sound makes me jump in place. When I look up, the windshield is sprayed with a collection of delicate spiderwebs.

Daddy stands outside of the car, jiggling the handle. In his left hand, he holds a baseball bat. When the door fails to open, he reels back to hit the windshield again.

Mama slams on the gas, peeling out of the driveway. Daddy throws the baseball bat at us—it glances off the left rearview mirror, which now hangs by a wire.

Before now, I felt frozen, in a daze. But now, the feelings bowl me over. I scream and wail, and mama tries to help but I can't hear her over the blood rushing behind my little ears. It's a good thing Blackie isn't alive or I would be squeezing the life out of him right now.

“We'll find help baby, I promise, please Johnny stop crying,” she says, her own tears beginning to flow. She drives too quickly for someone half-blinded without any real direction, but she can't slow down. We aren't safe yet.

After a while, my tears subside to sniffles. Blackie is covered in tears and snot, but I cuddle him anyway.

“I'm lost, baby. We need to stop for directions,” mama says, pulling up in front of a beautiful house with rows of flowers.

“Mama!” I cry, holding out my chubby arms desperately. It took me so long to stop crying, mama doesn't want me to cry anymore. She reluctantly takes me from my car seat, and I cling to her so tightly she barely has to help hold me. Blackie dangles by a paw from my fist, swinging as we approach the front door and knock.

Almost instantly, as if she'd been watching us from the window, a woman with curled black hair and glasses answers.

“Lost, sugar? Wouldn't be the first to stumble up to my house,” she says.

“Yes ma’am. We just need directions, then we can get out of your hair.”

The woman's eyes dart from mama's purpled face to my still-red one. “Sure, sure. I can help you. Come on in!” She steps aside, her eyes glued to me as we enter. “I’m Nancy. And who is this little cutie?”

“His name is Johnny, I'm Judith. Nice to meet you,” mama says, but Nancy didn't seem to register her name. She's entirely engrossed in me, to the point where mama shifts me to her other side, trying to provide a barrier between her and I while looking around the house.

This visibly upsets Nancy, who gives mama a scowl she barely manages to conceal before mama looks back over to her as she finishes locking the complicated door lock. “Go on and sit down. Want some tea?” She asks, heading for the kitchen as mama takes a hesitant seat at the dining room table, me on her lap.

“We just need directions to the nearest hotel, no tea thank you,” she says, her leg bouncing anxiously beneath me.

Nancy comes back with a tray and two teacups. Mama raises her hand to wave Nancy's tea glass off, but instead Nancy pulls a knife from under the tray and slices her palm open.

Blood pours onto her pristine carpet, and I burst into tears.

“Gimme that baby and I might let you die quick!” Nancy hollers, lunging for me. Mama quickly turns me away, and when Nancy misses, mama jabs the car key between her knuckles deep into Nancy's left eye.

Nancy howls like a banshee, eye jelly running down her cheek. She starts swinging wildly, and Mama throws her chair back and stands, clutching me and backing away from Nancy.

“You get back here you stupid bitch! Ain't no way you can open that door lock!” Nancy screams, stumbling over the chair in her path.

“Johnny,” mama says, setting me down. I look up at her desperately, my entire body shaking. “Johnny baby, you have to hide. Someone will see our car and-”

Nancy’s hand reaches around mama’s shoulder, dragging a blade across her neck. A red streak follows the knife, and red rains down on me, splattering over my blue truck shirt and soaking Blackie even worse. Mama's eyes go glassy, and my little legs give out as I collapse to the floor.

“It’ll be okay, baby,” Nancy says, picking me up and cradling me against her chest.

And I don't believe her.

[historicalbookimages]

🌻 The gardener's assistant: . London ;Blackie & Son, 1859.

[jasmineaoi]

Kim roksoo and reincarnation cycled og!cale(before lcf-after tboah and malfunctioned deal).

Og!cale whose soul doesnt actually attached to any body unless it is the body confirmed in the deal. Which means he wont ever stay dead unless he died in kim roksoo's body. So it is a cycle of reincarnation or transmigration.

Og!cale who first reincarnate as a son of krs's neighbour. Their family being close friends and cale-roksoo being childhood friends. Cale with the older mentality completely taken by roksoo's cuteness and swears to take care of him. Cale who witness every misfortune; a friend's betrayal, a bullying, teacher's blatant discrimination. Every death; roksoo's beloved pets dying again and again, the fat gold fish, the melodious yellow bird, the cuddly black cat. And his every crying moments; the pain of being pushed, feeling the quiet rage of krs's parents towards the teacher and parents, in the hugs of krs's parents after every death. Cale is not ignorant, he have seen things, he knew that what happen to roksoo is not normal. So he vows, with that burning fire of passion to always stay with roksoo and came back no matter what.

...his first obstacle came with his death. And in the worst way possible too; he and his parents died alongside krs's parents in the (canon) car accident.

Cale's 2nd life is when he transmigrates in krs's uncle's body before going to the funeral. He saw how toxic their relatives were and was reminded of jour's funeral. He took roksoo in and determined to give him the best childhood he can give. A bit of dangers here and there but not what his veteran skill couldnt handle, making sure roksoo's mind is clear of bad things or curses, collecting money before the inevitable happen(no matter how offended he is about failing, he HAVE to be prepared, the curse only need to succeed once after all). Telling roksoo once about his vow during his previous life(he thought roksoo forgot, because it is said in nonchalance, because roksoo is young. Roksoo didnt). He died during the canon time of krs going to orphanage, due to some crazy psycho holding a knife while trying to protect roksoo(to be fair there's a lot of things going on at the time, a fire, evacuation rush, being in the wrong place at the wrong time), deadpanned yay more trauma... FUCK the gods! Thankfully he manage to secure his will and arrange everything to be given to roksoo when he is 18.

His 3rd is reincarnation as a red pomeranian puppy and proceedes to seduce the orphange's director after finding where roksoo is. He became a gurdian dog of roksoo and thwarted off every bullies. He barked and bitten the hell out of the irrensponsible caretakers and always made sure that roksoo is well fed, eventhough it means he had to steal from the kitchen or gave puppy dog eyes to the director. He died due to sickness(thankfully no traumatizing scene) a year before roksoo left the orphanage. Hey, he did well overcoming everything thrown by the curse with his small body at least(he ignore every close calls but not roksoo's trembling hands begging him to not leave). Too bad he wont get roksoo's indulgent pets and cuddles anymore, he understood why blackie(roksoo's late pet cat) loves to cuddle so much.

His 4th was in the body of an orphaned female student living with her grandma...and have a gender identity crisis. Choosing to fuck eveything, sHe searched for roksoo and may or may not become somewhat of a stalker for a lil bit of time(cale is unlucky this time, they're not in the same school and their home were far, lots of complications). Got caught by roksoo who held a pepper spray(which is quite amusing and cute). Not a good experience though. It was a bit rocky but they manage to get closer just a lil lil bit(sHe didnt realize that roksoo at this point is already suspecting something). There's less dangers from the curse though so it was fine(cale knew it was because roksoo closed off his love and affections. It was easier, safer, but he hated it). sHe died protecting krs from the hunter who aimed for both of their souls, but at least sHe got some updates from GoD through the person who saved krs. (Cale died requesting the person to erase krs's memories about her, to protect krs from remembering another traumatising scene, erase another reason for krs to close himself off even more). Krs forgets but the hole in his heart stayed.

Okay so..imma just...put it here..

...

kbye-

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of JAVIER PEÑA'S dialogue/lines from the TV show NARCOS.

S1/E7 - YOU WILL CRY TEARS OF BLOOD

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

(In Spanish) Your name is Natalie?

(In Spanish) Natalie, your boyfriend, Jaime, was he with Pablo’s sicarios?

(In Spanish) Well, then why do you have this picture of Pablo in your house? 

She’s lying. 

Well, maybe he knew. 

__________________

Presidente, you need additional resources to get this man. 

__________________

Right here we’ve got Escobar’s most trusted soldiers. Poison, La Quica, Sure Shot, Blackie. Cocky, careless motherfuckers. Now we’re hearing about two new guys: Fernando Galeano and Kiko Moncada, basically picking up where Carlos Lehder left off. 

Yeah, but you got satellites in the sky, right?

Man, you’re CIA. You break rules all the time. 

__________________

We’ll use them to track his men. 

So let’s take a tip from the Colombians. You notice anything special about these? Search Bloc follows vehicle traffic in the comunas. You’ve got… Japanese imports… four-by-fours. Cars over forty grand. Narcos aren’t the only ones who can afford these cars. 

That’s right. 

__________________

Do you have a location?

Roger that.

Campo Valdés

__________________

(In Spanish) Drop the gun. Now!

(In Spanish) You’re under arrest, you son of a bitch. 

(In Spanish) Put the gun down. 

(In Spanish) I don’t want to have to kill you. 

Fuck.

__________________

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

[catfoodsminmo]

Title: first night as the prince of hearts

Relationships: John Winchester/Dean Winchester, Jean Renault/Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jean Renault, Blackie O'Reilly

Additional tags: Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Dean Winchester wears panties, Father/Son Incest

Summary: John's made the drive all the way across the border from Twin Peaks into Canada, coming to visit his eldest on his first night at his new job.

Started as a tripledrabble for @deanwinchesterpregnant several dff's back, and I ended up turning it into some choice porno for @dadfuckerfest (either pre-stanford or au, as this is very much both)

[leslye-anne]

Un dibujito de mis nenas, ellas son la versión femenina de Cooper y Blacky, que son la versión reverse del Cendy

A little picture of my girls, they are the female version of Cooper and Blacky, who are the reverse version of Cendy.

Lo pensé, y también quise hacer una versión de ellos en modo femenino, me duele la mano de pintar XD, pero valió la pena.

I thought about it, and I also wanted to make a version of them in female mode, it hurts my hand to paint XD, but it was worth it.

Linda la Cora, la versión femenina de Cooper, está tan tierna y caderona.

Cora so cute, the female version of Cooper, she is so tender and caderona.

Ella es Black tea, osea Blacky en versión fem, me gustó mucho como me salió.

She is Black tea, Blacky in fem version, I really liked the way she came out.

Vivan las novias

Long live the brides

Se miran con amoooor

They look at each other with love

[myblacknightworld]

Thinking of drawing itty bitty 10 year old Telemachus holding itty bitty baby Scamandrius from under his armpits like he's a sack of flour and not a toddler

[max-rainet]

Rouse was born in Calcutta, India on 30 May 1863. He achieved a double first in the Classical Tripos at the University of Cambridge, where he also studied Sanskrit. Rouse was appointed headmaster of The Perse School, Cambridge, in 1902. Book For Sale ~ W. H. D. Rouse * A FIRST GREEK COURSE * (1916) 3rd ed * Blackie Son London * PB | eBay https://www.ebay.com/itm/385179558542 #greek #course #study #education #travel #usedbooks #rarebooks #reading #explore #world #culture #Rouse #FirstGreekCourse #read

[nijinokanatani]

Charles Robinson (1870-1937)

The Fairy Painters at Work after the Storm

Evelyn Sharp, The Story of the Weathercock, London: Blackie & Son, [1907], facing p. 98

[lepetitdragonvert]

The Fairies Kites by Ethel K. Crawford

Published by Blackie & Son Ldt.

1927

Artist : Florence Harrison