Many of my friends in these here parts know that I am a costume designer for a local theater. My most recent production was a Tale of Two Cities, and its about halfway through it’s month long run. Some have asked for pics and I finally have access to the production photos that they take during early dress rehearsals. I wish I had pics of everything with all the completed details, but these are close enough.
Dr. Manette is rescued from the Bastille and reunited with his long lost daughter, Lucie at Defarges’ wine shop
The party meets Charles Darnay when they land in Dover.
Sidney Carton, drunkard and part time attorney, tasked with the job of saving Darnay. His boss, Stryver thinks he’ll get the girl. Oh, Stryvie, you adorable creep.
Sydney Carton prods Barsad for information in the Darnay case.
Darnay is accused of spying and put on trial. Witness for the prosecution, John Barsad.
Dr. Manette and Lucie at her marriage to Charles Darnay
Sydney Carton, drunken scoundrel, didn’t get the girl.
Darnay’s friend in Paris, Gabelle, is in danger as the revolution heats up.
The Marquis St. Everemond is an aristocratic ass, causes most of the troubles in our tale. Sadly, Darnay is his nephew.
Little Gaspard, a Parisian peasant, is killed by the Marquis’ coach. That little nugget of dead sunshine is my own SuperSon3. His death sparks the rage that brings the peasants to violent revolt - and me to tears, every time I see this scene.
You guys, it’s a really sad scene. The song is DEVASTATING.
uh-oh, they woke the sleeping giant. Y’all are gonna get it now.
Paris is in full revolution mode.
The revolution is leveling up, and people have got their gear on. They kill the king and queen in effigy.
It looks like they are gonna fight West Side Story style. Be cool boy.
Where else would two scallawags such as Jerry Cruncher and John Barsad find themselves than in the midst of revolution. There’s money to be made, folks.
Darnay at the French Tribunal, is sentenced to death.
Bad decision, Charles. You knew you shouldn’t have gone back to Paris.
Lucie sings her sorrow. Way to go, Charles.
Bardad and Carton cook up a drunken plan - the best kind.
Darnay is saved!!
Mme Defarge is not.
Sydney meets and them comforts the seamstress while he waits to die in Charles’ place. You do you, Carton. It’s a tough choice.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. Cue tears.
The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Reblog this and bold the titles you’ve read.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein 3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte 8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens 11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks 18 Catcher in the Rye 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger 20 Middlemarch – George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis 34 Emma – Jane Austen 35 Persuasion – Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne 41 Animal Farm – George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving 45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding 50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel 52 Dune – Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck 62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens 72 Dracula – Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses – James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal – Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession – AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel 83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 94 Watership Down – Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
Hey Everyone! When I was younger, I used to read a ton. As a direct result of that, my writing and reading were on point. Recently, however, I haven’t been reading as much, and as a result, my writing isn’t as good as I want it to be (albeit, still pretty good). I’ve decided to read all the books on this list over the next 1 and a half years to get back into reading and to improve my writing. Enjoy! :)
Nerdy Fact #1875: In a few scenes of The Dark Knight Rises, Bane can be seen quietly knitting in the background. This is a reference to the main antagonist of Charles Dickens’ novel A Tale of Two Cities, who would knit as she watched public guillotine executions. Screenwriter Jonathan Nolan said the novel had a major influence on the film.
Anon requests:Please tell me there’s going
to be a part 4 to The Reader and the Writer. Its amazing!!
WHAT’S MY REAL NAME??? PART 4 4 4 4 4
THEY CALL ME Y/N, THEY CALL ME L/N THATS NOT MY NAME THATS NOT MY NAME
PART FOURRRRRR PLSSSS 💜
Can you do a part four to reader and the writer?
PART 4 to reader and the writer omh it’s amazing
part in which we get to read what the writer has written, and we learn what
happens to both the reader and the writer.
Word count: 1,206
so this is gonna be a bit choppy at first because we’re just taking glimpses of Jughead’s writing, but bear with me here. I hope you
guys like this part, enjoy!
Jason’s death had been announced a week
ago. Our small town was buzzing with the
news, and right when things couldn’t get any more puzzling, a new girl arrived
in Riverdale. A new mystery to be
She entered Pop’s for only a minute, and I
heard an unfamiliar last name. Is she
involved in Jason’s murder? Probably
not, but strangers are always a good plot twist.
Three days later, I found this mystery in my
booth reading Wuthering Heights. Normally, I would kick her out, but because
of my undying curiosity, I let her stay. Maybe with her sitting across from me, I could
learn where she fits in the story of Riverdale. I had an enigma sitting right across from me
and I didn’t even know it yet.
name is (Y/N).
It’s difficult to notice because of her
constant reading, but her eyes are like stained glass, tinting the morning
light in a church.
She has a new book almost every day. Today it was Emma.
We haven’t spoken in three days. She’s here, I’m here, but we haven’t spoken. Although I crave to hear her voice, somehow
I’m satisfied by this comforting silence.
Today it was To Kill a Mockingbird. She
asked if I read it, to which I replied yes. I thought she’d begin a discussion, talk about
the ghosts that occupied the small southern town, or the unjust prejudice
people carry. Instead, she smiled,
nodded, and turned back to her book.
“Good,” she muttered under her
breath. I smiled.
What makes a person do foolish things? Is it because of the flawed spontaneity of
humans? Or is it because maybe they were
trying to impress someone? I read A Tale of Two Cities last night. As I read through the dull writing, I asked
myself why I was reading literature that did not interest me. I could not answer my own questions; all I
know is that the next night in Pop’s, I subtly quoted the book during a
conversation with (Y/N). She was smiling
for the rest of the night, and so was I.
I tried to tell her about my book. She started talking about The English Patient.
When two worlds collide, do you praise the
workers of fate for taking two dearly loved universes and combining them into
one, or do you curse the forces of nature for creating such an impact? Betty and Veronica met (Y/N), and a week
later, so did Archie.
She was reading Macbeth that night. Our silence was comforting, but I wanted to
talk to her more. I offered for her to help me with my book. I wanted her to be a part of something that
was important to me. She refused and stormed
out of the diner. I didn’t know it then,
but that would be the last time I saw (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in that light ever again.
After extensive research, I came to a shocking
conclusion: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is not a girl living in Riverdale in the 21st century.
She is a writer from the 1700s, with
four published works. She is not the
girl who has been sitting across from me in my booth for months.
One day after the truth: she isn’t here. I called her, but she didn’t pick up.
Two days after our argument: I am in this
booth alone. I called her again.
Three days after she was reading Macbeth: she probably finished the book
by now, but I wouldn’t know. She isn’t
here, and she still isn’t answering her phone.
It’s been a week. She hasn’t returned, and my calls always go to
Two weeks: Archie asked what’s wrong with me. I said nothing, but my eyes didn’t leave the
entrance of the diner. She didn’t come.
Three weeks later and Veronica and Betty
checked on me. They blabbered about what
could be wrong, why I was brooding more than usual. I didn’t reply, but my head perked up when
they mentioned (Y/N). They noticed.
She was born in Riverdale.
And so, a little light shined on the dark
mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm. The writer becomes the reader, the reader
becomes the read. I found myself hooked on her just from a little information,
like a drug addict craving his fix. New
girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in
all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long
as she possibly could.
As soon as she walked out of Pop’s that night,
I told myself she would never return. I
told myself that she would probably leave Riverdale for good, and it’d be all
because of me. But lo and behold, 24
hours later, a familiar face entered my booth.
What is her name?
We haven’t spoken in two weeks; she’s still here,
but we don’t talk. Her real name remains
a mystery to me.
Everything is given a name, but a name does not define anything. We call the number two so that we can define
a value, but we could call two a horse and it would still have the same
value. I refer to (Y/N) as (Y/N),
because that is the girl who sat across my booth. That is the girl who I spent months
developing a relationship with, and that is the girl I grew to love.
She told me her real name. She said it with tears blurring her vision
and a trembling lip, and when she choked it out I moved next to her and held
her as she cried. I enveloped her in a
hug and I held her as all the sadness that she carried with her spilled out,
and once it was all out of her system I wiped away her tears. I kept holding her. With a shaky voice she asked me why I was
still there, why hadn’t I left? I
replied that I could never leave her.
After all, I called her every night she was gone.
Then I told her I love her.
And she smiled, because I think deep down she
knew. She kissed me so softly, it felt
like my lips were brushing up against flower petals. I knew that was her way of telling me she
loves me too. We broke apart and I stared
into her stained-glass eyes, and I remembered how it felt looking into them for
the first time. But this time was
different. Because now I knew the story
behind those eyes, now I knew what those eyes have seen, and now I knew what
emotions those eyes hid.
Now I know.
I whispered in her ear, my lips barely
brushing against her skin, and told her I would call her by the name I knew her
by. I would call her (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
because that is the girl I fell in love with, and that is the girl I want to
continue to love. She was no longer the
enigma sitting across from me, nor was she the strange new girl in Riverdale.