#Samuel Taylor

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𝔊𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔯é (յՑՅշ-յՑՑՅ) 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔪𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢’𝔰 “𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔯.”

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Life Is Strange spirit animals

My opinion of what everyone's spirit animals are

Life Is Strange

Max:Doe Chloe:Blue Butterfly Rachel:Blue Jay Kate:Rabbit Warren:Otter Victoria:Cat Nathan:Whale Jefferson:Owl Wells:Hawk Samuel:Squirrel Ms Grant:Dolphin(I ran out of ideas) David:Mourning Doe Joyce:Pigeon William:Raven Sean Prescott:Shark

Life Is Strange 2

Sean Diaz:Wolf Daniel Diaz:Wolf cub Lyla:Mouse Chris:Raccoon Finn:Irish Setter Cassidy:English Setter Lisbeth:Coyote

LIS True Colors

Alex:Canary or Goldfinch Steph:Swallow Gabe:Ram Ryan:Golden Retriever Jed:Mole Ethan:Fox Charlotte:Dragon Diane:German Shepherd Duckie:Beaver Mac:Pitbull Pike:...a pike

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Life is Strange (2015) & Each Optional Conversation Character [2/3]: Samuel | Juliet | Dana | The Fisherman | Bus Stop Woman | Outer Diner Man | Homeless Woman | Diner Fisherman | Diner Trucker | Trevor

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thoughts on samuel?

I think he's my favorite minor character!

I love the way he speaks in metaphors and seems to know a whole lot more than he's letting on. I wish he was used a bit more than he was because he seems to know a lot of Arcadia Bays secrets.

His quote of "Rachel Amber is a dragon made of diamonds." also lives in my mind rent free because it describes her so well.

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Samuel aged up and he looks adorable.

Robert came to see him and Florence said "I need to eat something, can you stay with him?"

"Of course, darling"

"You're going to be with your father now. You're so adorable, mama struggles to let you go"

She hands Samuel to Robert and he says "You're not letting him go, you're just gonna eat, woman"

"I know, but look at this cutie pie. You're mama's boy aren't you?"

"What are you waiting for?" Robert said

"I can't stay away from him" She replied nervously

"Go, Florence. When you finish you'll be back here"

"I know"

Robert plays with Samuel and Samuel got a fascinated sentiment towards him

Robert starts to talk to Samuel, but he's feeling sleepy. Robert puts him in the crib and watches him until he falls asleep

After Samuel is asleep he sits with Florence and says "I think it's time for us to have another baby"

Florence beams "I couldn't agree more"

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The Rimes (and Reason) of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) is surely our second most notable English opium eater, after Thomas de Quincey, though certainly the one whose artistic productions are the more celebrated. How fortunate for us that his natal day falls today, in order that we may contemplate his dark and mysterious works during the Halloween season? “Kubla Kahn” (1797) is one of the few poems I’ve committed…

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Illustrated by Gustave Doré (French, 1832-1883)

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Illustration for "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" – Gustave Doré // The Albatross – Taylor Swift

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The Terror (2018) // The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere (1798)

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Illustration from Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Joseph Noel Paton (1863)

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Life Is Strange characters as D&D Classes

Max Caulfield:Human Temporal Sorceress Chloe Price:Elf Barbarian Rachel Amber:Elven Bard of Glamour. Kate Marsh:Harengon Cleric of Life Warren Graham:Dwarven Wizard Bladeslinger of Fury Victoria Chase:Tabaxi Bard Of Whispers Nathan Prescott: Dragonborn Thief Rouge Samantha Myers:Half-Elf Cleric of Solidarity Dana Ward:Elven Paladin of Redemption Brooke Scott:Gnome Artificer Alchemist Steph Gingrich:Human Warlock of The Archfey Mikey North: Human Wizard of Abjuration Mark Jefferson:Tiefling Mastermind Rouge Frank Bowers:Orc Beast Master Ranger Samuel:Human Primeval Guardian Ranger David Madsen:Human Battle Master Joyce Price:Human Cleric of Protection William Price:Human Paladin of Devotion

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"I had done a hellish thing" (illustration for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner), Gustave Doré, 1876

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[burningvelvet]

being a romantic era poet: a quick how-to guide

walk around in nature contemplating Things. start hiking, swimming, sailing, rowing, shooting, riding, etc. for inspiration

be obsessed with the french revolution and related enlightenment-era figures like rousseau, voltaire, mary wollstonecraft, and madame de staël. be more disappointed by napoleon bonaparte than you are by your own father. 

speaking of fathers, your parents and most of your other relatives are all either dying or dead or emotionally abusive. if you have any siblings (full, half, step, or adopted) who DIDN'T die tragically already, then you may choose to be close to them. you also may end up being much TOO close to them. various circumstances may also ban you from seeing them. 

be at least slightly touched by madness and/or some other severe illness(es) including but not limited to: consumption, horrors, syphilis, deformities, lameness, terrors, piles, boils, pox, allergies, coughing, sleep abnormalities, gonorrhea, etc. — for which you must take frequent bed rest and copious amounts of Laudanum (opium derivation)

consider foregoing meat and adopting a vegetable diet instead to purify the spirits. you may also abstain from alcohol for the same reasons. alternatively, you may attempt the veggie diet, end up rejecting it, and becoming a rampant alcoholic instead. in romanticism there is no healthy medium between abstinence and excess.

reject, or at least heavily criticize, christianity. refuse to get married in a church and consider becoming a fervent champion of atheism. alternatively, you may embrace catholicism, but only on an aesthetic basis. eastern religions and minority religions are also acceptable, only because they piss off the christians. 

if you’re not a self-hating member of the aristocracy and instead have to work for a living, do something that allows you to benefit society, be creative, and/or contemplate life. viable options include, but are not limited to: apothecarist, doctor, teacher, preacher, lawyer, farmer, printmaker, publisher, editor. there is also the possibility of earning a few coins from your art. if you were cursed to be born a She, no worries. we believe in equality. you may choose from these occupations: wife, nanny, housekeeper, spinster, amanuensis (copy writer for a man), lady’s companion, divorced wife, singer/actress/escort, widow, regular escort, tutor, or housewife. 

speaking of sexist institutions, try rejecting marriage entirely. Declare your eternal devotion to your lover by having sex with them on your mother’s grave instead.

if you do get married — elope, and only let it be for necessary financial reasons, or to try and save a teenage girl from her controlling family, or out of true love with someone you view as your intellectual equal, or because your life is so racked with scandals and debt that you can only clear your name by matrimony to a wealthy religious woman as your last resort before fleeing the country.

After marriage, quickly assert your belief in the powers of free love and bisexuality by taking extramarital lovers and suggesting your spouse follow suit. If they cannot keep up with your intellectual escapades then consider leaving them. Later on, propose a platonic friendship with them following the separation, or beg them for reconciliation.

If your marriage is happy, try moving in with another bohemian couple to shake things up. Alternatively, you may die before the wedding for dramatic effect.

If you beget children (whether in or out of marriage, makes no matter), do society a favor by choosing to raise them with your beliefs. Consider adopting orphan children, or even non-orphan children. If their parents are poor enough they probably won’t mind. Try kidnapp— I mean adopting — children off the side of the road if you can. 

DIE but do it creatively. ideally young. ideas: prophecy your own death, lead an army into war and then die right before your first battle and on your deathbed curse everyone and demand to see a witch, write a will leaving money to your mistresses or some random young man you have an unrequited romantic obsession with, carry a copy of your dead friend's poetry and read it right before you drown so that your washed up corpse can only be identified by his book in your pocket, die while staring at your lover's shriveled up heart that you keep wrapped up in a copy of his own poetry and then be buried with it, die of the poet's illness (consumption) while your artist friend draws you and then be buried with your lover's writing, get mysteriously poisoned (by yourself) after a series of scandals and accidents and then have your family announce that you were killed by god, die from romanticizing poverty or receiving bad reviews from literary critics, die from walking or horseback riding in the cold and the rain while poeticizing, etc.

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Took me one look at this The Terror poster to know immediately exactly where it's from

To be more specific, this illustration ties to this exact part of the poem:

And through the drifts the snowy clifts

Did send a dismal sheen:

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--

The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,

The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,

Like noises in a swound!

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