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ALT Liam Neeson: I'm sorry
ALT Liam Neeson: this is new to me
ALT Liam Neeson: oh great
ALT Liam Neeson looking incredulous: Meryl is playing Jesus Christ?
ALT Gothic aesthetic. Caption: An Editor's Guide to Redemption at Blackthorn Manor
ALT Continued Gothic background with a moodboard featuring photos of candles, shadows, and dark regency aesthetic
ALT continued background...Pitch and Tropes: Cain marries Lucy to distract him from his traumatic memories while Lucy marries him to keep her family from destitution. A house hiding secrets and financial collapse may snap their brittle connection if Cain can’t face what he hates most…himself. Loosely inspired by the Biblical story of The Prodigal Son Rake gets the Girl Gothic Atsmophere Marriage of Desperation Hurt/Comfort
![continued background... Snippet: “What would she find in [name redacted]’s room? Flecks of long forgotten blood? A dusty knife? ... The creak of wood beneath her slippered feet did not help dissipate the loud thumping of her heart. She shivered in the cold hall and shielded the candle with her hand as she walked, trying not to imagine the ghost-like coverings shrouding the furniture in each room she passed...The cold darkness oppressed her, shadows danced on the walls, and every slight noise had her turning her head this way and that as if something might jump out of one of those rooms at any moment.”](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HWSF8MsWEAAh22O.jpg?name=orig)
ALT continued background... Snippet: “What would she find in [name redacted]’s room? Flecks of long forgotten blood? A dusty knife? ... The creak of wood beneath her slippered feet did not help dissipate the loud thumping of her heart. She shivered in the cold hall and shielded the candle with her hand as she walked, trying not to imagine the ghost-like coverings shrouding the furniture in each room she passed...The cold darkness oppressed her, shadows danced on the walls, and every slight noise had her turning her head this way and that as if something might jump out of one of those rooms at any moment.”
ALT The background is a grid of four aesthetic images: a bronze-colored gothic cathedral, looming into the sky overhead. A cloaked figure silhouetted against a window, ready to remove their hood. A gaunt- and sharp-featured woman staring at the viewer with an intense but closed-off expression. An altar with lit votives and suspicious crimson stains. The text in the center reads: A girl bound to a life of suffering, serving gods she doesn’t believe in
ALT The background is a grid of four aesthetic images: the parched, cracked ground stretching out under a pale golden sky. Towering curling cloud of dust of a massive sandstorm. A ruined building, the doors long since missing, filled with sand. Russet-colored dunes stretching out endlessly under a massive sun. The words in the center read: Trapped In a world where unorthodoxy is punished by death, lest the hungry desert devour them too…
ALT The background is a grid of four aesthetic images: a barred prison window, light streaming through. A woman, face turned upward, silhouetted against the light. Two hands reaching for each other, one shackled. A woman huddled and curled defensively into herself, the shadows of bars stretching across her form. The text at the center reads: A mysterious prisoner from the outside world may have The way out... If she can convince this woman she believes in her strange new religion
ALT he background is a grid of four aesthetic images: hands reaching for each other, silhouetted against the rising sun. The sundered, stacked bones of a catacomb. A man in a dark suit pulling on leather gloves. A woman on her knees in the darkness, praying. The text at the center reads: But her bid for freedom might cost her the pious friend who has been by her side through every trial... if it doesn’t cost her her life first
ALT Five-year-old version of me sitting on a Beauty and the Beast comforter with Beauty and the Beast curtains in the background.
ALT There are always plenty of rivals to our work. We are always falling in love or quarreling, looking for jobs or fearing to lose them, getting ill and recovering, following public affairs. If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work. The only people who achieve much are those who want knowledge so badly that they seek it while the conditions are still unfavorable. Favorable conditions never come.
