if percy shelley were alive today, i know for a fact he would be a huge hit on tumblr dot com.
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guys no one gets frankenstein or lisa frankenstein like me. cole sprouse was not playing "the creature". he was playing ernest frankenstein. the last surviving member of the frankenstein family, who watched his parents deteriorate, fade away just like the opening of the film. who grew up alone, fell victim to the frankenstein family curse of dying a young, tragic death, just like his brothers and sister-in-law. because in lisa's grave rubbing, she had managed to get "frankenstein", then wrote her name above it. she marries ernest and therefore becomes lisa frankenstein!!
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, from "The Question" in The Collected Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Frank Thayer Merrill (1848-1936), 'The Demon of the World', ''The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley'', 1904
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Midnight Pals: Ladies of Llangollen
Mary Shelley: sup fuckers
Shelley: what's going on here
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] ah mary what a vision you are
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] percy and i were just about to visit the ladies of llangollen
Shelley: why are my boyfriends sneaking around together behind my back
Mary Shelley: what the hell is this ladies of llangollen bullshit
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] ah see mary it's a most curious thing
Byron: [tossing hair] two women living together
Byron: [tossing hair] science simply can't explain it
Mary Shelley: they're lesbians byron
Byron: [tossing hair] no see it's these 2 women living together
Byron: [tossing hair] and their lady servant too
Byron: [tossing hair] explain that!
Mary Shelley: what's so hard to understand? it's a fuckin polycule
Mary Shelley: we're literally in one
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] lesbians?
Byron: [tossing hair] oh ho ho only cuz they haven't met me yet!
Byron: [tossing hair] isn't that right percy old man?
Percy Shelley: yes dear
Byron: [tossing hair] now we're off!
Mary Shelley: why're you going all the way to llangollen
Mary Shelley: we got perfectly good lesbians at home
Byron: [tossing hair] what?
Mary Shelley: you heard me fucker
Mary Shelley: byron are you just going to llangollen to hide from your ex girlfriend
Byron: [tossing hair] ha ha mary what a ridiculous notion
Byron: [tossing hair] ha ha just uh
Byron: [tossing hair] ridiculous
Mary Shelley: so it wouldn't bother you if caroline lamb also visited the ladies of llangollen then
Byron: [tossing hair] it wouldn't bother me at all
Byron: [pausing mid hair toss] why? is she there? what did you hear?
[at llangollen]
Byron: [tossing hair] delightfully devilish byron, caroline lamb will never think to look for you here
Caroline Lamb: [barging into llangollen] WHERE'S BYRON
Lamb: I KNOW HE'S HERE
Lamb: DON'T YOU LESBIANS LIE TO ME
Lamb: I CAN SMELL HIS AXE BODY SPRAY
William Wordsworth: i was so inspired by those ladies of llangollen that i wrote a sonnet about them
Wordsworth: "there once was a girl from nantucket..."
Mary Shelley: that's not a fuckin sonnet
Wordsworth: uh excuse me i think i know sonnets
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Everybody is talking about this new Roman Empire thing, but the real question is: how many times do you think about that cloudy day in 1816 when Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Polidori challenged eachother in creating the spookiest story ever and "The vampire" and "Frankenstein: the modern Prometheus" were born? Because for me, it happens on a daily basis.
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“To The Night & The Cloud” by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
1914
Artist : Jessie Bayes (1876-1970)
Source : pbagalleries.com
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✨Wack-An-Author!!!✨
Pick a dead classic author from this poll that you'd personally want to punch!! This is all fun in games, I love bullying dead people 💛.
Listen everyone wants to beat up Lovecraft. That's a given, no competition. So he's not here.
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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Percy B. Shelley
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