poe's work


Prince of Egypt director’s commentary: [Working on this sequence a “million” times] “Just trying to figure out what Rameses’s reaction would be when Moses returns. Would he be angry, would he be flippant, would he be overjoyed, what would he be? And because we built such a relationship between the brothers before and they had nothing against each other when Moses left, other than love and regret that he was leaving, it had to be joyful.” (3/?)

  • Ravenclaw: Bad news, I failed most of my classes.
  • Ravenclaw: Good news, I finished reading Game of Thrones, caught up on the show too, started the collection of Edgar Allan Poe, and wrote a thesis on it.
  • Slytherin: A thesis for what?!
  • Ravenclaw: Myself.

-kicks things around-

I WANT A BB UNIT SO BADLY NOW. heal my black and wounded heart. i’ll love it forever

POE TRIES TO PLAY HAND TRICKS WITH BB8. but BB8 cheats. because BB8 doesn’t know -cry- but BB8 loses anyway. and is embarrassed by it. i cry so much

if you’re down in the dumps as much as i am, i hope this helps ´w`/

i want a Poe Dameron and i hope he comes with a BB8 -crying-

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Poe Dameron and BB8©Star Wars
-crying a lot-©me

Just my onion but there’s no harm in asexual people headcanoning a character they admire or look up to or see themselves in as asexual, ESPECIALLY if said character has no canon sexuality. There’s no harm in an ace person wanting a character they can relate to, and for some people, seeing a popular character that is generally loved by a fan base that they can relate to helps with things like self esteem, “this character is like me and everyone loves them and everything works out for them in the end, so I’ll be ok!” or something along those lines.

Nobody is erasing any identities by having a personal headcanon regarding a sexually ambiguous character, and everyone is 100% entitled to their own opinion. Not everyone’s headcanon will match up with yours, and it’s unfair to get mad at someone who thinks differently than you.

Kylux AU: Holiday Romantic Comedy

[Who want’s to think up a plot for this, because the only thing I had was Holiday Rom-Com AU?]


January 19th 1809: Edgar Allan Poe born

On this day in 1809, the American poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. The young Poe barely knew his parents, with his father leaving the family and his mother passing away when he was just three years old. He lived with another couple as foster-parents, and was forced to gamble to pay for his tuition at the University of Virginia, which he had to drop out of due to financial difficulties. He soon joined the army and was accepted into West Point, though he was expelled after a year. After leaving the academy, Poe turned his full attention to his writing. He then traveled around Northern cities, including New York, Philadelphia, and Baltimore; it was in Baltimore, in 1836, that he married his young cousin Virginia. In Richmond, Poe worked as a critic for various magazines, occasionally publishing his original work which included short stories and poems. In 1841, Poe published his ‘Murders in the Rue Morgue’, which many consider the beginning of the detective fiction genre. His most famous work, the poem ‘The Raven’, was published in 1845 to critical praise. Sadly, his wife died from tuberculosis two years later, leaving the writer grief-stricken and nearly destitute, as he never had great financial success.  On October 3rd, he was found ill in Baltimore and taken to hospital, where he died on October 7th aged 40. It is still unknown what his precise cause of death was, but alcoholism is widely believed to have played a part. While not appreciated in his lifetime, Poe is now considered one of the great American writers.

“Lord, help my poor soul”
- Poe’s last words


Poe working out with BB8 but that’s just a bad idea

it’s like one of those work outs when someone sits on your back as you pump iron but.. BB8 is.. round.. and push ups mean he needs more effort to keep on Poe’s back.. soo… silliness ensues :0 are you guys ticklish on your back? I am… to a certain degree :u

this was an interesting angle? like.. i’m quite.. inflexible with my angles and i’ve never tried work out poses.. so this was.. a challenge to some point :) -wipes brow-

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Let’s learn together about Edgar Allan Poe and his work. 12

The Cask of Amontillado ( sometimes spelled “The Casque of Amontillado” ) is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in the November 1846 issue of Godey’s Lady’s Book. The story is set in a nameless Italian city in an unspecified year and is about the narrator’s deadly revenge on a friend whom he believes has insulted him. Like several of Poe’s stories, and in keeping with the 19th-century fascination with the subject, the narrative revolves around a person being buried alive—in this case, by immurement. As in “The Black Cat”, and “The Tell-Tale Heart”, Poe conveys the story through the murderer’s perspective.

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Although the subject matter of Poe’s story is a murder, “The Cask of Amontillado” is not a tale of detection like “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” or “The Purloined Letter”; there is no investigation of Montresor’s crime and the criminal himself explains how he committed the murder. The mystery in “The Cask of Amontillado” is in Montresor’s motive for murder. Without a detective in the story, it is up to the reader to solve the mystery.

An apocryphal legend holds that the inspiration for “The Cask of Amontillado” came from a story Poe had heard at Castle Island (South Boston), Massachusetts, when he was a private there in 1827. According to this legend, while stationed at Castle Island in 1827 he saw a monument to Lieutenant Robert Massie. Massie had been killed in a sword duel on Christmas Day 1817 by Lieutenant Gustavus Drane, following a dispute during a card game. According to the legend, other soldiers then took revenge on Drane by getting him drunk, luring him into the dungeon, chaining him to a wall, and sealing him in a vault. A report of a skeleton discovered on the island may be a confused remembering of Poe’s major source, Joel Headley’s “A Man Built in a Wall” in his “Letters from Italy” (1844), which recounts the author’s seeing an immured skeleton in the wall of a church in Italy. Headley’s story includes details very similar to “The Cask of Amontillado”; in addition to walling an enemy into a hidden niche, the story details the careful placement of the bricks, the motive of revenge, and the victim’s agonized moaning. 

Poetic Confession

Trying something a little different this week, based on the first nine chapters of Poe Party and a theory that may or may not be completely wrong. And also on an old poem some guy wrote. [I had to put lines in between the stanzas because tumblr wouldn’t keep my extra spaces]

It was many and many a month ago,

           In her cottage by the sea,

That I first read the words that Edgar wrote

           For my girlfriend Annabel Lee;

And he said that she lived with no other thought

           Than to love and be loved by he.

“He’s just my friend and I’m just his friend,”

           She quickly explained to me;

But we loved with a love which was worse than love –

           I and my Annabel Lee –

With a love that was founded on secrets and lies,

           Fueled by jealousy.

And this was the reason that, later on,

           Faced with opportunity,

I took advantage of an offer made

           To innocent Annabel Lee;

For when Lenore asked whom to invite

           To that cad’s dinner party,

Annabel deferred to my input

           Which I gave most willingly.

All authors, not half so worthy as bankers,

           Who had e’er quarreled with me –

Yes! – they were the ones (no one would know;

           I’d met them all secretly)

That Edgar would invite to his house that night,

           At the behest of “his” Annabel Lee.

For our love it was weaker by far than the love

           Of vengeance I carried in me –

           Of justice toward those who’d wronged me –

And neither the psychics who bring back the dead,

           Nor the cops fresh from Academy,

Can hinder my murderous plan; no one can!

           No, not even my Annabel Lee.

As I watch them point fingers I find my gaze lingers

           On the beautiful Annabel Lee;

When they mention invites, she suspects, knows she’s right,

           Out the door runs my Annabel Lee;

Can’t let her get away: who knows what she might say?

So I kill her – I kill her – my eleventh kill today.

           Instead of revealing me,

           Her last breath says it was always he.