#the world is quiet here

[logan-the-artist]

the world is quiet here

[cheezitofthevalley]

some blinkies I made

[multicolored-malpractice]

When we grab you by the ankles,

Where our mark is to be made,

You'll soon be doing noble work,

Although you won't be paid,

When we drive away in secret,

You'll be a volunteer,

So don't scream when we take you,

The world is quiet here

[doybyke]

umm maybe a series of unfortunate events blinkie that says “the world is quiet here”??

pretty much any classic lit blinkies would be awesome too!!

i hope this works !! id luv 2 make other classic lit blinkies if u have ne specific ideas ^^

[hello-mystery]

ASOUE Character that you like but others don't:

Im honestly not sure :/ - a lot of the chars i like are favourited :p

[currenthyperf1xat1ons]

rewatching a series of unfortunate events and i forgot how GOOD THIS SHOW IS?!?!

the eye imagery is KILLING ME /pos

so yeah next posts will probably be about asoue so hoping this reaches the target audience

anyway 👁️the world is quiet here👁️

[sampungmgadaliri]

Shoutout to the nerdiest fandom to ever exist!

Move over, Trekkies! You’re not the nerdiest community in town. This is an appreciation post for the A Series of Unfortunate Events fandom aka the community where all autistic people meet. That’s a compliment. I was lucky to be in this fandom for 2 decades now, starting from 2004 when I first read The Bad Beginning from our school library. It wasn’t until 2014 when I joined 667 Dark Avenue, the…

[unfortunatetheorist]

The Complete Works of Contradictory Logic in ASOUE: Volume I (Quote Debunk 10)

Part 7 - The Miserable Mill S1 E7

Quick Intro: Surprise! I'm back after what I know has been quite a long while - life's been keeping me busy! As Voltaire once said: "Life is thickly sown with thorns and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them."

Time to carry on where we left off...

And of course we're jumping straight in with Mr Poe-ntless:

01:49 - "We must act now! We must act without delay! We... (sniffs)... need... (sniffs again)... We need... (sniffs some chowder because why not?) Oh! Oh, my! Oh, my, this is excellent chowder. Mmm, mmm, good. Oh, God... [chugs the entire thing - again, why not?]"

How did we ever believe this guy cared about the Baudelaires?

05:06 - "Pink Floyd's "The Wall"... Although Mother wouldn't let me watch that one."

Not contradictory per se, but a beautifully subtle reference to the lyrics of the song 'Another Brick in The Wall, Pt 2.' particularly the chorus:

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone!

So I guess it's contradictory, in a way, to the underlying principles of V.F.D.

07:06 - "They have to do what I say, even my partner here." ~ Sir

Luckily Klaus responds quickly and correctly to this one.

10:06 - "...who joined you for years on a sequence of heists and schemes until the two of you were forced apart by circumstance, and also because you ran off in the middle of the night with a bunch of her valuables?" ~ Olaf. to Evander the Truck Driver

What a way to lose a lady. Something tells me only Olaf would do something like this!

The chocolate bar scene at 10:26 is funny, but not really the kind of contradiction we're looking for.

14:45 - "I'm just an old friend" *sniffs flowers and writhes in disgust* ~Olaf to Georgina

"Um, Dr Orwell's not here right now." ~ Dr Orwell (Georgina) to Olaf.

Sheer genius. Neatly covered with the hilarity of Olaf's facial expression after smelling the flowers.

15:06 - "So he isn't just knocking on Dr Orwell's door because he needs something - for himself?" ~ Georgina

Olaf: *chuckles*, *pulls angry face*, *chuckles*

It's brilliantly timed and brilliantly filmed. Also better/easier to understand when viewed.

15:27 - "...who shares one's brilliance, one's charm, one's dubious moral code in a world gone gloriously wrong." ~ Olaf

Olaf was just trying to find alphabetical words; 'brilliance' and 'charm' have quite different meaning and connotation to 'dubious'.

Also, a world gone 'gloriously wrong', eh, Olaf? I wonder how it got that way...

15:48 - This gem:

Georgina: "I took a solemn oath that my office would be closed to you forever even during regular business hours."

Also Georgina: "How big a fortune are we talking?"

22:22 - "I took a chance on treating you like grown-ups, don't make me regret it." ~ Sir to the Baudelaires

A classic phrase often said to children to enforce good behaviour now twisted to benefit Sir's bank balance. Respect, Handler! This kind of thing goes unnoticed very easily.

25:25 - "You, me, an evil scheme, a little death." ~ Olaf

"La petit mort" ~ Georgina

"You know I love it when you speak Spanish." ~ Olaf

Ok. First off, 'la petit mort' is, in fact, French not Spanish. Secondly, 'la petit mort' literally means 'the little death' but in French slang, it means something else entirely... [Hint: not child-friendly...]

26:10 - "It represents the eyes of God staring down and judging society as a moral wasteland." ~ Klaus

"Oh, that sounds like a fun book." ~ Phil

Not really sure how fun this is... but the same could be said about ASOUE to be fair. Each to his own, I suppose.

37:24 - "We've fought a host of unsavoury characters, including a most unfriendly refrigerator repair person. We've flown a plane into a hurricane. We've been to Peru and back to get home to our children. And today, finally, we'll all be together. What could be wrong?"

Gotta love the sarcasm when it's there.

There's also the piece related to the final scene about Sir mentioning the 'probable' (yeah right) conditions of the Baudelaires, which are actually his own... this isn't as contradictory as it perhaps could've been so not worth writing in full.

~ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

[butchfemmes]

florida autumn is just a lot of pine needles and warm cloudy days but i love it 🍂

[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

As I get older I become less tolerant of people who cannot just keep quiet

[princessynezcorrino]

The Garden of Proserpine

“Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

For men that sow to reap:

I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbour,

And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,

No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,

In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,

He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,

Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,

She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,

The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow,

And joy was never sure;

To-day will die to-morrow;

Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;

That dead men rise up never;

That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,

Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

In an eternal night.”

—Alergnon Charles Swinburne

[dragoneyes618]

So was Qwerty about to say "The world is quiet here," revealing himself as a member of VFD, if Lemony hadn't interrupted him?

[themagicalmolly]

When we grab you by the ankle, Where our mark is to be made, You'll soon be doing noble work, Although you won't be paid. When we drive away in secret, You'll be a volunteer, So don't scream when we tell you: The world is quiet here.

Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events

[hello-mystery]

Who's your favourite baudelaire sibling?

-Violet -Klaus or Sunny! I personally think sunny is funny ʰᵃʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳʰʸᵐᵉˢand has a unique thing shes known for(biting-)

[the-lefuet-blog]

I have this urge to re-read asoue, mostly because my new job is driving me nuts. I have to see a lot of people, talk to a lot of people, be as nice and polite to a lot of people (and it's hard for me). And the place itself is awfully noisy (it's a primary school, so of course it is!).

So, I need some "the world is quiet here" affirmations really.

[lawyeronabike]

Book Talk #1: A very serious comparison between V.C. Andrews's "Flowers in the Attic" and Lemony Snicket's "The Bad Beginning"

One is a silly series for children. The other is a horrifying novel for adults (although kids will read what they will, you can't stop them). Both are gothic and use many of the same plot elements.

Once upon a time there is a death in the family (one or more parents)

This family death causes young children to move

The children are placed in the hands of a wicked caretaker, who confines them to small, claustrophobic quarters

The children come from a wealthy family, but for legal reasons, are unable to access the money

A sinister plot endangers the life of the children

The two older children, in the absence of parents, take on a more parent like role themselves (see Promoted to parent https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PromotionToParent)

Themes of incest. While Flowers in the Attic contains explicit incest between Chris and Cathy, The Bad Beginning nearly marries Count Olaf to his ward, Violet. Additionally, some fans read incest into the relationship between Violet and Klaus, a somewhat common feature of the "Promoted to Parent" trope.

The children must use their own wits to escape their circumstances, as the adults are all useless and/or evil.

Both book series hint at greater secrets being kept from the children, and build a mystery that leaves the reader wanting more.

I find it fascinating how such similar plot elements can be taken in such different directions. As a bonus point, both books have sequels that are not as good as the original.

In conclusion, if you take the threats and dumb them down, make them foolish and incompetent, you get a campy kids story. Take those threats and make them competent, and you get a bone-chilling horror novel.