#pb shelley

[tsintotwo]

Tom Sturridge as Lord Byron in Mary Shelley (2017)

[hermeticmelancholy]

Percy Bysshe Shelley "The flower that smiles to-day"

The flower that smiles to-day       To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay,       Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night,     Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!       Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss       For proud despair! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all     Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,       Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night       Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou – and from thy sleep     Then wake to weep.

[garbagegirlblog]

I don't belong.

...and my darling

neither do you.

[elopewithmemisssprivate]

[gothiclit]

shoutout to apple pie and gay little collared blouses for making my day today

[writeyourletters-inthesand]

love it when percy shelley said shit like. we look before and after and pine for what is not our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought . fancy man with your rhyming words stop summing up the entirety of the human experience i beg

[t4t-lumpygrab]

Thinking about Lemongrab 1 as Pb’s narrative foil and a living testament to her mistakes as a person and ruler in that she created a society where people like him can go unpunished purely by virture of being ruling class, because by legally protecting the ways that she mistreats her subjects she opened the door for people like Lemongrab to thrive in the systematic inequality she created. Gumbald who?

[gpedia]

Poetic Admonishment

Listen sonny-me-lad, poetry isn't as easy as it seems...

So, you feeling that poetic strain,

Emotions oozing out your pores.

Rhyme and rhythm pulsing in your veins,

you want to write till your hand's sore.

Well, stop and think a little bit,

This ain't some two bit prose.

This is a higher form of art, kid,

You absolutely can't be coarse.

You need to keep your syllables and words

Flowing steady, and in check.

You can't just up and write a verse;

That's recipe for a wreck!

Keep your rhyme stable and clean,

You ain't no Shelley.

Your thoughts got to fit in a nice scheme,

They can't just spill willy-nilly.

Think about your poetic style,

Are you going long form or short?

Are you writing Iambic or Dactyl,

Or just a ballad of sorts?

So stop, wait a minute and think,

Before you put pen to paper,

Or the ship of your talent will sink,

Even before the form appears!

[asteralien]

reading a review on a loose retelling of frankenstein/mary shelley's life and the reviewer called percy bysshe shelley "p.b. shelley" and i've never been so shaken by an unexpected initialism

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@aninternetwindow hey guess who your gifter for @rottmnt-secret-gifting was!! It's me!! I wrote the pb&j duo going ghost hunting for you >:)

"Don't worry, Dee, we'll be fiiiine." Mikey said confidently, walking in front of his big brother with a flashlight in hand. "It's not like ghosts can actually hurt us, y'know?"

"Michael. Michael dearest beloved baby brother this place has insane mystic energy readings that weren't here last time and I can't figure out where it's coming from."

"Big Mama has all kinds of mystic junk, it's probably nothing. Or it's the ghosts we're looking for! Either way, we win!"

"I'm not sure that finding the ghosts of people killed in a giant gladiator ring of doom would be considered a 'win', no matter how cool said gladiator ring is."

Mikey laughed. "C'mon, Dee, ghost hunting is fun! Plus, if they try to kill us, you can just blow em up!"

"You do realize ghosts don't work like that, right?"

"They might, you don't know." He quirked a brow.

"We talk to GramGram all the time, Michael. She's very much not physical. She can't get blown up."

"Whatever, we'll figure it out!"

A sudden crash rang in the distance.

"What was that!-" Mikey screeched, leaping a solid three feet into the air.

"I dunno. Do you wanna investigate?"

"Uh, duh, it could be a ghost!"

They crept up to the doorframe, peeking out from behind it tentatively.

A pale figure- a white turtle with light pink and yellow markings wearing dark blue pants- stood in the dimly lit room, using clawed fingers to shatter panes of glass, dancing over the shards effortlessly as they destroyed more and more. Some of the panes were hung up from the ceiling, held at an angle, or otherwise weird. The figure destroyed every single one with practiced ease, moving through a series of flips and twists to accomplish their goal. Once at the end of the course, they turned around, and the glass shards on the floor glowed a pale teal color, floating up to their frames and reassembling perfectly.

"Their eyes are red." Donnie whispered.

"Holy shit…" Mikey whispered back. "You don't think…"

"Oh they're absolutely a ghost. No idea what they're doing but holy shit."

Immediately, the figure's head snapped to them, eyes glinting in the darkness. They flicked their arm, and a blade suddenly appeared in their hand.

"OH FUCK!" Donnie screeched, grabbing Mikey's arm as he turned and ran. "I TAKE EVERYTHING BACK MICHAEL YOU WERE RIGHT GHOSTS CAN FUCK YOUR ASS UP!"

"I TOLD YOU!! I TOLD YOU!!!" Mikey screeched, running alongside his brother. "GO, GO! IT'LL KILL US IF IT GETS US!!!" He wailed.

"I KNOW, I KNOW!! I NEED TO TELL LEO-" Donnie gasped, tears in his eyes. "I NEED TO TELL LEO THAT HE GETS CUSTODY OF SHELLDON. AND I NEED TO SEND HIM ALL OF SHELLEY-BABY'S CARE SHEETS AND BLUEPRINTS AND-"

Mikey grabbed Donnie's face, crying as well. "NO, NO, DONNIE, DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! YOU'LL SEE YOUR SON AGAIN! YOU HAVE TO!"

"And what are you doing in here?"

The duo shrieked, looking for a place to run- ah, hell, they were pinned. Literally backed into a corner, the ghost looming in front of them, blade aimed directly at them, they were doomed!

"We were- we were ghost hunting, I'm sorry, I started it, just kill me!" Mikey sobbed. "He has a son at home, you can't kill a father!" He pointed at Donnie.

The ghost paused. "A father? Aren't you two around my age? You don't look like adults…"

Donnie quickly clarified, "He's a robot, I didn't- He wasn't originally intended to be sentient, but I wouldn't trade him for the world."

"Ah." They still looked confused, but slightly less concerned. "Alright, then."

"It's a shame you died so young." Mikey lamented. "If you weren't a vengeful ghost, we could've been friends!"

"Wh- died so- Did you assume I'm a ghost?!" They spluttered. "Big Mama would never allow freeloading ghosts in her hotel! I'm alive! I'm just albino! Look." They grabbed Mikey's wrist. "Feel that? That's flesh."

"Oh." Mikey blinked. "Waitaminute… if you're alive, we really CAN be friends!" He cheered, flinging his arms around the other turtle. "I'm Mikey!"

"Venus de Milo. Yellow bellied slider, albino, she/they." She pushed him away.

"Oh! Uh, I'm a box turtle, he/they! We match, isn't that fun?" Mikey said cheerfully.

"Donatello. He/it. Apalone Spinifera. I'm Mikey's older brother. If you hurt him, I will kill you." It said cooly, placing a hand on Mikey's shoulder.

Mikey huffed. "Donnie! Threatening people isn't how you make friends!"

"You keep mentioning this 'friendship' thing." Venus said. "I don't do that. I don't have the time to form emotional connections with others. As Big Mama's adopted daughter, I have to train to take over her Nexus and Hotel after she retires."

"WHAT?!" Mikey shrilled, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

"I said, I'm Big Mama's adopted daughter, and I am being trained to take over her business once she retires." Venus sounded vaguely annoyed.

"Holy truffle Mac and Cheese." Donnie whispered. "Does this make us… I dunno, half siblings? Since your mom was pretty serious with our dad…"

"Perhaps it does. It would be nice to have outside connections I made on my own, even if they are familial ones. Big Mama would at least have to admit I have social skills on lock if I do that." Venus glanced behind her at a giant clock on the wall. "You two need to leave. Dawn approaches rapidly."

"Fine. But we will be back, y'hear?" Donnie pointed at her menacingly.

"Whatever. Just… go." She waved a hand dismissively.

They did.

"So I guess Big Mama wasn't kidding about the Mama part." Mikey said.

Donnie nodded in agreement. "I guess not."

"We should probably tell our family about this."

"Probably. Dad definitely should know."

"Oh, Venus might be from… when he was with Big Mama… He definitely needs to know. So, did you-"

"Record it? Yes, obviously. Say, didn't her face resemble Dad's from back when he was Lou Jitsu? With the pointed chin and all."

"Oh, you're so right!" Mikey gasped. "Do you think they know? About Lou Jitsu?"

"She sure acted like it." Donnie shrugged. "If they are from when Dad was still with Big Mama, though, then they would've been much older than us. Raph included. Also, how would she be a turtle?"

"Oooh, you're right… maybe Yokai age weird? I dunno how she'd be a turtle, though."

"Guess we'll have to ask Draxum."

"YAY!" Mikey cheered, stamping his feet happily. "Let's go right now!!!"

"Sigh. Fine." He pulled out his phone, plugging in an address. "He's close enough to walk to."

"Alright!" Mikey cheered. "I've missed our evil science dad."

"I mostly missed the science part." Donnie snorted.

"I like the dad part." Mikey admitted. "He's just- I like being around him!"

"As is your right."

Oh, would you look at that. They arrived at Draxum's place.

The duo scampered up the wall, claws easily gripping into the brick wall.

Mikey knocked on the window, pressing his squishy little face onto the glass.

A tired Draxum approached, glaring at the turtles outside his apartment. He, reluctantly, opened the window. "What do you want?"

Mikey scampered in, hugging Draxum tightly. Donnie followed calmly, looking at his creator with something between admiration and contempt.

"We met a turtle girl! She's Big Mama's adopted daughter!! Do you know if she's from Dad's relationship with her?" Mikey asked, bouncing on his feet.

Draxum froze.

Donnie raised a brow. "What is it? Do you know her?"

"…Is she albino?"

"Uh-huh! She said she was a yellow bellied pond slider!"

Draxum nodded, swallowing. "She's your sister." He said softly. "I thought she had died in the explosion. If I had even an inkling of her survival, I would have torn the world apart to get her back."

Mikey and Donnie stood frozen, staring at him in shock.

"I didn't tell you because I believed it would only hurt you to know you had a dead sibling- two, technically, you were supposed to be a team of six- and now I wonder if the other turtle had survived."

Mikey stared, eyes massive. "I- we gotta find them." He whispered. "We gotta."

Donnie nodded. "It's highly likely that the other missing turtle has survived. Finding her will be incredibly important to our father, to you, and to our other siblings. I will do anything for them, as you know. I have to look for my sibling."

Draxum nodded, blinking in a way that indicated he was trying not to cry. "I will help you. They're my children as well, and now that I know they're alive I will not rest until I know they're both safe."

Mikey sniffled, and Donnie wrapped his arms around the little turtle. Reluctantly, Draxum joined the hug, holding his children close.

[fireplace-ashes13]

Even statues crumble if they’re made to wait is giving Ozymandias by PB Shelley

[a-sentient-cup]

CUP ARGUMENT:

In the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley i firmly believe his creation to have been made from scratch

Rant from last time i talked about this:

Another thing I don't like, how frankenstein's monster is always depicted as an abomination

In the book victor himself said it was sickeningly beautiful, and all that at once was unsettling

And made from morgue parts? Just implied

Victor may have been a college dropout but he was looking at the morgue stuff for reference mostly and designing from there

I guess it's the yellowed skin that made people think that, but honestly he probably did borrow skin

But the bones and teeth and some organs were all custom made, no electricity needed, the moment the process was complete it started to live

This dropout studied structure of the morgue parts, he may have been full of shit but he wanted to create a new *organism* not just a life. He was struck by a vile and random series of thoughts that were the blueprints for making something

He could've started with something that was openly not human shaped but instead he decided to try human 2.0 even though he put zero whole thought while he was making it

So there's nothing to stop you from thinking

The scientist

The creation

The scientist's wife

It's almost parallel

The difference is that pb made a second lemongrab when he was all huffy from being alone. Victor didn't do that, all he had to do was suck it up and build his creation another so he wasn't painfully lonely. But instead he stopped halfway through and it resulted in his creation killing his wife on their wedding night

Except marceline would absolutely destroy lemongrab instead of being quietly strangled to death in a barn like she did

It was the 12-1800's. If his creation was to have fucking pearl white teeth there's no way that they came out of corpses. Victor hand carved those in his haze (probably stolen pearls?) And they were a unit, extremely powerful muscles that are essentially passive body armor against gunshot and can one-hand someone's neck like throttling a goose

I read it in sophomore year and not only did victor betray everyone in his life and his child, but even though he's a deadbeat dropout most adaptations don't give him credit for actually making something so beautiful that it's scary

Imagine that lemongrab but with long black hair and that's the creation actually, except long nose

Like imagine just being born a full grown human with the same mental capacity but no information on what to do to exist

A REVISIT OF MY THOUGHTS AS STATED ABOVE

Chapter 4 of Frankenstein states that he was studying the human body and looking at the decay when he got the vision of how to create life

ALSO IT EXPLICITLY STATES THAT HE COULDN'T REANIMATE CORPSE PARTS i didn't notice that

"pursuing these reflections, i thought that if i could bestow animation on lifeless matter, i might in process of time (although i now found it impossible) renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption (Shelly cp 4, page varies by typing)

So to revise my previous statement: VICTOR, A FUCKING COLLEGE DROPOUT, madw a WHOLE ASS BEING from scratch and was surprised when he seeked vengeance against the "god" that created him

[uglypastels]

Not Venetia talking about PB Shelley's dobbelganger being seen walking past a window (then drowning) and as she says it Felix is walking in the garden behind her. Cinema is peaking

[biggestnda]

alex prefers to be the big spoon. cherries are his favorite fruit. he can drive a boat. he wears armani acqua di gio. he is slightly insecure about his curly hair. he likes to fish even if he doesn't do it often. he prefers apple over pc. if his parents were never involved in politics, he still probably would have gotten involved in them anyway. he hates flying in airplanes, he's just used to it now. he loves to drive, and his dream car is mercedes benz s - class. he cannot use a gun to save his life. if he takes you to his vacation home, he'll be your friend for life. his favorite midnight snack is a pb & j with strawberry jam. he prefers milk chocolate over dark and white chocolate. he wants to visit antarctica. he is bilingual but wants to be at least trilingual. psychology fascinates him. he's bad at math. his favorite piece of classical literature is frankenstein by mary shelley. if he had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of his life, it would be his dad's tacos al pastor.

[bbglewis]

I was today years old when I was informed by my girlfriend that Mary Shelley and PB Shelley were married?????? HOW STUPID AM I??

[liliaailil]

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake Thank you!

3 Ships You Like: I like a lot - too many tbh. But for anyone who knows me, I'd be called a liar if I didn’t say "wangxian" here lol

Just realised I was supposed to write three so the other two can be beefleaf and zhi yuan/shi ying (does anyone else but me ship them even? Idek).

First Ship Ever: No idea, probably something like Eric/Ariel from the 1989 film version of The Little Mermaid. Or maybe Dicken & Mary from The Secret Garden (IDK. was about 6 - 8 at the time lol). Or possibly Ra/Daniel from the Stargate movie and book adaptation. Again, I was a little kid back then, so didn't really even know about the concept of shipping people. It was just something I did lol

I guess I could even have included Gobo & Mokey from Fraggle Rock in this, but I really was like 4 back then. I just thought they were cute :/

Favourite Childhood Book: I read so much as a child/teenager, so it’s difficult. But maybe 'The Secret Garden' or the book adaptation of 'Stargate'. I remember being in love with both as a child. But also this amazing illustrated hardback book of poems/short stories I had. Can't remember the name of it, but it was from the 70s (originally my older sister's) the cover was light blue fabric covered and it had short stories and poems by people like Edward Lear and William Blake in it. When I was about 12 I read a book of EA Poe stories, PB Shelley poems which became my favourite books. Then Dracula, Frankenstein, Interview with the Vampire and The Phantom of the Opera. Also, The Count of Monte Christo and Journey to the Centre of the Earth and the adaptation of Metropolis. I liked old literature I guess.

Currently Reading: Subtitles & not much else because of my stupid double vision -.- Also, my memory is not working well again. So I need visual aids.

Currently watching: The Longest Promise. But I only have 2 eps to go so will probably finish it today.

Currently consuming: Water

Currently craving: Better health

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it! :)