#sidney seagull

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[edwards-exploit]

Edward the Furness Railway K2 "Larger Seagull" Sundrian "Big Coastal Pigeon"

[jediknightjameslunagazer23]

Oh, nothing much to see here! Just some Kasal brother antics involving a Seagull swiping Sidney's food whilst he was on holiday! XD

I dunno, just the whole idea of the normally calm Sidney, Chief Surgeon of Caduceus Angeles Bay, getting undone and chasing after a Seagull in a mad fit was just too funny to pass up in my mind!

Though I'd imagine Greg's never gonna let poor Sidney live this one down for a long time, don't you?

[alightinthelantern]

Movies on Youtube:

Brief Encounter (1945, David Lean)

Opening Night (1977, John Cassavetes)

Close Up (1990, Abbas Kiarostami)

Taste of Cherry (1997, Abbas Kiarostami)

The Song of Sparrows (2008,  Majid Majidi)

Russian Ark (2002, Alexander Sokurov)

Dreams (1990, Akira Kurosawa)

Dersu Uzala (1975, Akira Kurosawa)

The Idiot (1951, Akira Kurosawa)

Drunken Angel (1948, Akira Kurosawa)

Tokyo Story (1953, Yasujirō Ozu)

Early Summer (1951, Yasujirō Ozu)

Late Spring (1949, Yasujirō Ozu)

The Flavor of Green Tea over Rice (1952, Yasujirō Ozu)

Good Morning (1959, Yasujirō Ozu)

An Autumn Afternoon (1962, Yasujirō Ozu)

Sword for Hire (1952, Inagaki Hiroshi)

Rebecca (1940, Alfred Hitchcock)

Thunderbolt (1929, Josef von Sternberg)

Larceny (1948, George Sherman)

Among the Living (1941, Stuart Heisler)

Andrei Rublev (1966, Andrei Tarkovsky)

Mirror (1975, Andrei Tarkovsky)

Solaris (1972, Andrei Tarkovsky)

Ivan’s Childhood (1962, Andrei Tarkovsky)

Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972, Werner Herzog)

Fitzcarraldo (1982, Werner Herzog)

Medea (1969, Pier Paolo Pasolini)

Medea (filmed stageplay)

Is It Easy To Be Young? (1986, Juris Podnieks)

We'll Live Till Monday (1968, Stanislav Rostotsky)

Ordinary Fascism (aka Triumph Over Violence) (1965, Mikhail Romm)

Battleship Potemkin (1925, Sergei Eisenstein)

The Third Man (1949, Carol Reed)

Johnny Come Lately (1943, William K. Howard)

Mister 880 (1950, Edmund Goulding)

Beethoven’s Eroica (2003, Simon Cellan Jones)

Katyn (2007, Andrzej Wajda)

Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004, Brad Silberling)

Mean Girls (2004, Mark Waters)

The Neverending Story (1984, Wolfgang Petersen)

The NeverEnding Story II: The Next Chapter (1990, George T. Miller)

The Thief and the Cobbler (Richard Williams)

Osmosis Jones (2001, myriad directors)

Megamind (2010, Tom McGrath)

Ghost in the Shell (1995, Mamoru Oshii)

Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence (2004, Mamoru Oshii)

Steamboy (2004, Katsuhiro Otomo)

Badlands (1973), Terrence Malick

Wargames (1983, John Badham)

By the White Sea (2022, Aleksandr Zachinyayev)

White Moss (2014, Vladimir Tumayev)

The Theme (1979, Gleb Panfilov)

The Duchess (2008, Saul Dibb)

Bed and Sofa (1927, Abram Room)

Fate of a Man (1959, Sergei Bondarchuk)

Ballad of a Soldier (1959, Grigory Chukhray)

Uncle Vanya (1970, Andrey Konchalovskiy)

An Unfinished Piece for Mechanical Piano (1977, Nikita Mikhalkov)

Family Relations (1981, Nikita Mikhalkov)

The Seagull (1970, Yuli Karasik)

My Tender and Affectionate Beast (1978, Emil Loteanu)

Dreams (1993, Karen Shakhnazarov & Alexander Borodyansky)

The Vanished Empire (2008, Karen Shakhnazarov)

Winter Evening in Gagra (1985, Karen Shakhnazarov)

Day of the Full Moon (1998, Karen Shakhnazarov)

Zero Town (1989, Karen Shakhnazarov)

The Girls (1961, Boris Bednyj)

The Diamond Arm (1969, Leonid Gaidai)

Operation Y and Shurik's Other Adventures (1965, Leonid Gaidai)

Ivan Vasilievich Changes Profession (1973, Leonid Gaidai)

Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (1974, Eldar Ryazanov & Franco Prosperi)

Office Romance (1977, Eldar Ryazanov)

Carnival Night (1956, Eldar Ryazanov)

Hussar Ballad (1962, Eldar Ryazanov)

Kin-dza-dza! (1986, Georgiy Daneliya)

The Most Charming and Attractive (1985, Gerald Bezhanov)

Autumn (1974, Andrei Smirnov)

War and Peace: Part 1 (1966, Sergei Bondarchuk)

War and Peace: Part 2 (1966, Sergei Bondarchuk)

War and Peace: Part 3 (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)

War and Peace: Part 4 (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)

The Red Tent (first half) (1969, Mikhail Kalatozov)

The Red Tent (second half) (1969, Mikhail Kalatozov)

Sherlock Holmes: The Hound of the Baskervilles (1939, Sidney Lanfield)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939, Alfred L. Werker)

Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror (1942, John Rawlins)

Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon (1943, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes in Washington (1943, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: The Spider Woman (1944, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: The Scarlet Claw (1944, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: The Pearl of Death (1944, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: The House of Fear (1945, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: The Woman in Green (1945, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: Pursuit to Algiers (1945, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: Terror by Night (1946, Roy William Neill)

Sherlock Holmes: Dressed to Kill (1946, Roy William Neill)

If any of the links don’t work, try looking up the film in this playlist: link

[thealmightyemprex]

So I kind of love the Wiz 1978 ,I think the costumes and makeup effects are extremly creative ,there are some great musical performances (Mainly Mabel King as Eviline and Ted Ross as the Cowardly Lion ),great songs ,good cast and I just reallly like the movie .....Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut two things hold it back :Diana Ross is so miscast as Dorothy and Sidney Lumet who is one of my favorite directors is the absolute wrong person to direct a friggin musical .Doesnt stop me from loving it but I am aware of these problems when I reccomend the film

@the-blue-fairie @ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @princesssarisa @minimumheadroom @amalthea9

[velvetpucks]

Slapshots and Contracts Blurb:

During the off-season, Sidney Crosby, Isabelle "Izzy" Noir, and their family decided to escape the hustle and bustle of their regular lives and immerse themselves in the serene beauty of Nova Scotia. The coastal province, known for its stunning landscapes and maritime charm, became the perfect backdrop for their family retreat.

The Crosby-Noir family rented a cozy cottage near the water, where the kids could run freely, and the entire family could enjoy the simple pleasures of life. The days were filled with exploration and relaxation.

They ventured to picturesque fishing villages, exploring colorful harbors and indulging in freshly caught seafood. Izzy, ever the adventurer, took the family on hikes along scenic trails, where the air was filled with the scent of pine and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Sidney, a Nova Scotia native himself, shared stories of his childhood with the kids, taking them to his favorite spots and teaching them the art of skipping stones on the tranquil lakes.

Lazy afternoons were spent building sandcastles on the beaches, the kids squealing with delight as the waves tickled their toes. Sidney and Izzy, often found with their feet in the sand, cherished the moments of togetherness.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, family dinners were enjoyed on the cottage's porch, the sound of seagulls echoing in the distance. Evenings were filled with board games, laughter, and the crackling warmth of a bonfire under the starlit sky.

One day, they embarked on a boat trip to explore the rugged coastline, seals basking on the rocks, and the kids donning sailor hats in pure joy.

In a quiet moment, as they watched the sunset over the Atlantic, Sidney put his arm around Izzy. "This is perfect," he whispered.

Izzy, leaning into him, smiled. "Agreed, Sid. Nova Scotia is like a piece of paradise."

As the off-season days in Nova Scotia unfolded, the Crosby-Noir family found solace, joy, and an abundance of love in the simplicity of their time together, creating memories that would be cherished for years to come.

[spine-buster]

Idk why people are freaking out, it’s clear Sorcha saw Sid and he invited her over for morning coffee and they’re getting to know each other gosh 🙄🙄

(In my head this is what happened and I will accept nothing else !!!)

LOL omg I let this sit in my inbox WAY too long because it's midterm szn y'all and ya girl is PRESSED, STRESSED, AND NOT DOING MY BEST but this visual has me in SHAMBLES because all I picture is Sidney letting himself into Nate's house with his spare key on the guise of making sure Nate's communion suit is pressed and he walks in on Sorcha and just goes "FRIEND???" like the seagulls in Finding Nemo

[maodante666]

Goodbye blue sky. . . . #Canada🇨🇦 #BC #sea #bluesky #skyline #pier #mar #colors #beach #travel #travelgram #captura #travelphotography #fotocdmx21 #capture #landscape #landscapephoto #landscapelovers #seagull #mexicanphotographer (en Sidney, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTU2XW6FoTS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[growingstronglikeahighgardenrose]

Miss You

For @sanditoncreative Candy Hearts & Tropey Starts Pairings: Sidney/Charlotte Prompt: Miss You (and my own favourite Austen-romance trope: handwritten letters full of feels) Rating: G Synopsis: It isn’t easy to miss someone once you’ve held them.

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Rain drops on the window and dark clouds could fill even the most joyful spirit with melancholy. Focussing her gaze beyond the window, she watched the waves consume almost the entirety of the beach.

A lone seagull raked through the sky, fighting against the wind as he spread his wings towards the open sea.

In her mind, Charlotte travelled alongside the seagull, across foaming waves and whirlpools, to a boat riding the streams with determination.

Her eyes slipped shut, imagining Sidney’s strong brow and handsome face grim with determination, one force of nature against the other.

Her fingers lifted towards the window, reaching forward as she imagined his wet face, the same as it had been the day she’d bumped into him at the cove.

As her fingertips bumped against the cold window. His face would be cold because of the rain and wind as well.

She missed him. The sight of him had always managed to fill her heart with a certain delight. She’d never really given attention to how her heart felt before falling in love, but now she was constantly aware of it. It was a sensitive organ, sometimes beating fast, and sometimes very slow. Sometimes she could even feel it stop, and sometimes she felt like it could simply explode with joy and love.

Right now she could distinguish the odd hollow feeling she usually only suffered in the dark at night, as she lay alone in her cold big bed. Those were the times the lack of him hit her the hardest.

Because she could recall with exact precision the way the bed dipped underneath his weight, and the way she curled against him to absorb his heat. Their bed had been their haven, the place where he felt most at ease to tell her how he felt. The place where he managed to drag the highest of highs out of Charlotte as she yielded to his touch.

In their room, there was only ever them. The outside world ,the silly world and society’s rules remained firmly at the door.

Perhaps that was why being alone in the room that embodied the heart of their house and relationship hurt more.

Her fingers slipped down the window.

Where was he right now? Was he thinking of her as well?

Her reverie was perturbed by a knock on the door.

‘Come in.’

‘You got a letter’, Georgiana smiled as she walked over to her.

‘It’s tea time by the way, you should come downstairs.’

Charlotte nodded with a smile.

‘After I read the letter.’

‘Don’t take too long. I want to take my tea with you and I loathe cold tea. Also, the cake is fresh out of the oven, and I prefer to eat it while it’s still hot.’

‘The longer you talk to me, the longer it’ll be before I come down’, Charlotte teased.

Georgiana rolled her eyes and walked away.

The letter was stained, with paler splotches here and there. Sea salt, Charlotte concluded. In need slanted writing in black pen stood her name. Her index finger trailed over the letters, halting at the blotched P of her surname.

He’d promised her he’d write to her each time they stopped somewhere.

And he had fulfilled that promise perfectly. She had a small chest with twenty envelopes in it right beside her bed, to reread when she got too lonely at night.

She quickly, but carefully, opened the letter.

“To my dearest Admiral Charlotte                                                                                      3/05/18—”

 Charlotte bit her lip. He’d taken to calling her a new term of endearment with every letter he wrote. It had been over half a year since he’d called her Admiral Heywood. The last time had been during the summer. Back when she’d first gotten to know him. How much had changed since then! But she would not forget the first time he ever called her that as they had their boat race with the children. She looked up to the ceiling as her breathing became unsteady. Gods, how she missed him!

She took a minute to take a deep breath and collect herself before continuing.

 “It is with no small amount of pleasure that I can announce my last letter. We’ve stopped in our final port for the travel. All our work is done. The next stop shall be London.

In five days, I shall be home again. Nothing remarkable happened since the last letter. The weather was pleasant, and the sea was mostly calm. I have no reason to suspect a storm shall hit us during the last leg of our journey. We also don’t need to pass any traitorous streams or sandbanks. These are trusted waters, and there is no reason to fear. Though I doubt not you shall make up your own mind despite of what I think.

After the amount of letters I’ve been obliged to send you, I’m afraid I’ve run out of things to say. Except perhaps a last and final thought I haven’t voiced to you yet. It’s been one and a half month since I’ve had to leave you because of business, which is almost half our marriage. The only other time I’ve missed you for longer than that, was during the dark months before our reconciliation. I wrongly assumed that knowing we were reunited forever now, despite some temporary distance, would lessen the sorrow of being parted from you. But as I now know you better than I have ever before, I have become keenly aware of exactly what I miss. Make no mistake, my life was worth nothing without you, but nothing could have prepared me for what I feel now.

Charlotte, I miss you. I can’t wait to be back home. I’m counting down the days, and I’m not afraid to say my men shall suffer if Poseidon intervenes and prolongs my time away from you. Since I won’t stop at another shore, you can save all your colourful stories and ardent declarations of love for when you see me again. I’d rather you show me how much you missed me.

If you missed me anywhere as much as I missed you, I know our reunion shall be even more spectacular than our wedding night.

Affectionately yours,

Your second-in-command”

[misscrawfords]

Why is Esther in black??? Is she, like Nina in The Seagul, in mourning for her life?

Shit is gonna go down with Sidney. Don't know what but it's gonna be FUN.

Babington is the greatest.

[thealmightyemprex]

Columbia Pictures Month : Bye Bye Birdie

Next film on my Columbia film reviews is the musical Bye Bye Birdie .Now I have no familiarity with the musical ,so will view this as a stand alone thing

Now the plot of this 1963 film is that singing superstar Conrad Birdie (Jesse Pearson ) has just been drafted ,and Rosie (Janet Leigh ) secretsary and fiance to song writer Albert Peterson (Dick Van Dyke) ,has set up a final performance on the Ed Sullivan show ,with a publicity stunt of him kissing a girl from his fan club ,Kim MacAfee(Ann Margeret ) and shennaigans ensue

Soooooo thats the basic plot but um,mm.......Yeah this plot is somehow very complicated and paper thin ,so it makes no damn bit of sense .The story would make more sense if Albert was the agent of Conrad and not a struggling song writer ,I didnt even bring up the fact Albert is also a biochemist ,or Kims jealous boyfriend hugo ,or Alberts overbearing mother .From what I understand the story is supposed to be about Albert and Rosie......But the movie is more about Kim,and while I am thankful made a star out of Ann Margret who does her all with the role ,Kim shouldnt be the focus

Also tangent a big focus on the movie is Ed Sulivan ,he plays himself and his show is a big plot point .Now I was born way after his time,but his TV show was one of the biggest shows in America.....Soley because the guy had connections and paid well cause the guy has NO CHARISMA and by GOD ,HE CANT ACT .And yes I KNOW ,his show was popular cause he got amazing guests like Elvis,The Beatles ,Jim Henson,etc and his job was just to introduce but I am still baffled cause he is one of the most uncharismatic show business people I have ever seen .Sorry to get sidetracked,this has very little to do with the film,I know that but I honestly dont get the appeal of Ed Sullivan and theres a whole damn subplot about Paul Lynde being in love with him basically ,so I had to bring him up

OK so it might seem like I dont like the movie.....But I was entertained ,despite how messy it is.....Most of the songs are good ,not all timers for me but they are fun ,I think the most fun song for me was Kids performed by Paul Lynde ,I think that is the best song in the movie and I was surprised to find Put On A Happy Face came from this .Honestly its just fun to witness the dancing talents of Dick Van Dyke in anything ,and the musical talents of Ann-Margret ,Paul Lynde and surprisingly Janet Leigh .In fact the cast in general is very good,Dick Van Dyke is fun as this mamas boy song writer (Nowhere near as good as his performance in the next years Mary Poppins but hes good ),Janet Leigh is really good and she impressed me in the musical sequences like I said ,Ann Margret while I dont think her character shouldve been the lead COMMANDS the camera and is very good (Her opening song had me concearned but the later songs showed me how good she was ),Maureen Stapleton is frankly hilarious as the overbearing mother,and Paul Lynde is the scene stealer as Kims father ,a lot of his lines made me laugh .The film is also very funny every time I was unsure about the film thered be a really funny joke .I also think George Sidney directs the film well the film going into often surreal and somewhat cartoony vibes

I dunno I dont LOVE the movie.....But I enjoy it .I do reccomend it if you want something kind of silly

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @amalthea9 @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @princesssarisa @minimumheadroom @filmcityworld1

[eyelectricity]

[doggos-with-jobs]

Met pepper today who’s job is to protect the Sidney opera house from the evil seagulls.

[sunsankta]

Snakes & Fealty

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi guys ! first time writing/posting a loki fic, and this is kind of based on marvel, but not really? it’s mainly like actual norse mythology. ANYWAYS, here’s the synopsis:

Loki, adopted by Odin and Frigg after the conquering of his realm as a child, has been raised up to take a blood oath to the King of Asgard. But after years bonding and growing with the royal family, Loki thinks he might be considered for the throne - until Odin announces he will crown his eldest son, Baldr. Now fleeing just about every Aesir god, he seeks refuge with the one Midgaard-dwelling goddess there is: Idunn, goddess of eternal youth, whose magical apples keep all the aesir young. If anyone can protect him, it’s Idunn. But then, no one had been made aware of the fact that Idunn and Freyr had had a child, and that child was now Loki’s own age and that she was mind-numbingly beautiful. 

If you’re interested, the first chapter - which is admittedly quite short - is below the cut !

CHAPTER ONE

I hated my name. Sigyn. What kind of name was that? By first grade, I was already making people call me “Sid”, telling them it was just a unique way of spelling Sidney. Of course, everyone listened - who in their right mind (besides my mother) would call a five-year-old see-g-in? Naturally, though, that was the least of my problems right now. 

Leah had just dropped me off at home, me still grumbling about the horrible mispronunciation of my name by the supply teacher - because it still said “Sigyn” on the attendance and people are illiterate, I guess. My mom sat where she normally did when I arrived home from school, at the kitchen table, but today there was no magazine in front of her, no three-thirty coffee beside that. Her blonde hair sat in a braid over her shoulder, and oh, yeah - a guy with his back to me at the table with her.

I dropped my bag on the floor, letting it hit as loud as it wanted to. My Mom didn’t appear surprised to see me standing there, even as she fiddled with the end of her long braid. The man turned, looking startled, but in a way I wasn’t familiar with - green eyes narrowed to thin slits, black brows drawn downwards in harsh, thick lines. Like he’d been threatened and I was the threat.

“Hey, honey,” Mom said calmly. “How was school?”

I cocked a brow, standing in the same place. “A teacher called me Seagull.” I shifted my gaze to the man, still staring at me, but with fewer wrinkles in his forehead and open-looking eyes, arm now slung over the back of our dining room chair. To him, I said, “I’m Sigyn. Call me Sidney. And you are?”

“Lovely to meet you, Sigyn,” he glanced quickly at my mom and back to me. His voice was low and the loveliest in the room, and he spoke with an accent I couldn’t place. “I am Loki Laufeyson. I think I’ll be staying with you...for a short while.”

Now both my eyebrows were raised. “Mom?”

She sighed softly, standing and heading for the coffee machine on our kitchen counter. “Loki’s parents are friends of mine. You remember the Laufeysons, don’t you darling?” 

I folded my arms over my chest and walked over to her, taking the steaming ceramic mug she offered, drinking deep and long. “No,” I replied blandly. Loki - god what a stupid name, but I could hardly talk - was watching us curiously, not even trying to pretend like he couldn’t hear us, which might have been the polite thing to do in the situation. He looked a lot younger than I’d initially thought, not a man at all. Just a boy, tall with broad shoulders and vivid eyes.

Mom’s eyes seemed to flash, but all she said was, “He’s just staying for a little while. His parents just passed away yesterday.”

I leaned in close to her, “And he couldn’t stay anywhere else?” I hissed. I hated even having friends stay over, the messes I had to clean up because they were the guest and the constant pressure of feeling like I need to be entertaining every second that they’re present. Now that guest was a boy, and I wouldn’t be able to walk around in my bra or without pants whenever I felt like it. 

“I’m Loki’s godmother, sweetheart. Now please, make nice, would you?” 

It was my turn to sigh; I really couldn’t deny my mother - if not only because she was my parent and I often didn’t have a choice and sometimes she was even right - this small request. His parents had just died and he seemed nice enough and well...he was hot. Looking at him, I felt somewhere deep in my bones that this would be great, would be terrible. Terribly great. 

The green of his eyes reminded me of insects, of summertime, of snakes. I gulped down more coffee and smiled at him, at his ragged-looking clothes. “How do you feel about shopping?” 

[pierreleblanc]

Taking flight. #seagull #takeoff (at The Sidney Pier) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7HOLrMBmoU/?igshid=c78lh1pfbvps