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Save me historical romance. Historical romance save me

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Happy Twelfth Night, have some Twelfth Night musicals! Above is a high school production of the Shaina Taub/Kwame Kwei-Armah adaptation. I haven't watched the whole thing yet, but it looks pretty good! Though there are two Festes for some reason. (Well. Probably to give more people good roles. High school!)

Another adaptation performed by teenagers, and also written by one. Impressive! According to the 2018 Kickstarter for the cast album, the writer was inspired by Jesus Christ Superstar, and I can definitely hear that influence. I also hear some Rockabye Hamlet, which I'm guessing is a coincidence. This one takes a bunch of liberties with the plot.

And finally, What You Will, which sticks very close to the text but is set in the 1940s.

Actually, here, I'll throw in an opera:

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I need men in knee breeches suffering

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Evening dress, c. 1810. Machine-made silk net, embroidered with chenille thread; with silk ribbon; hand sewn.

Dress of red silk machine-made net, with high waist, low neck and short, slightly gathered sleeves. The bodice fastens at the centre back with a narrow red silk ribbon at the waistline. The neckband and sleeves and a v-shaped insertion in the bodice front are embroidered with a design of rosebud garlands worked in pink, red and green chenille. This embroidery is repeated at the hem, with a wider trail of roses and rosebuds. It apparently had a red under-dress.

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being turned into a dragon as a punishment is so inherently funny. we’re sentencing you to become a beautiful magical creature that can live indefinitely and breathe fire and kill men with your bite. oh nooooooooo. anything but thattttttt. bad news, I’m a reptile. good news, I no longer have to pay my tithe to the church.

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when learning about a new empire the most important thing is to find out which emperors were gay

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i was just thinking that when the grisha are fighting wars they should wear the wrong color kefta

like imagine someone's wearing red and all of a sudden they throw fire at you

idk seems smart to keep the element of surprise

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The decameron and the Sims 4... So they're just gonna remake Sims medieval but with Italy and the plague now I assume

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The more useless the princess, the more honored you should be to serve her.

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me, deleting a post: thankfully İ never said that

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he does look fun to draw

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Imagine you hired an obscenely drunk Union soldier in a saloon to kill your husband. He manages to accomplish the deed by removing the bullets from your husband’s gun through a sleight of hand trick before challenging him to a duel. This is somewhat impressive but what is more impressive is his strong work ethic, ingenuity, Irish accent, subtle chivalry and big brown eyes. You marry him and move onto the 15 acres of semi-arid land on the edge of the Chihuahuan Desert he stubbornly wants to farm. He wants to name your firstborn daughter after his cavalry horse in the Civil War and your firstborn son after his commanding officer. He calls you widow woman as a term of endearment. He’s a good shot, he’s a good cattleman, a great husband and a subpar father. But what else can you ask from a man who lost his entire family in the Famine and came to this country alone at the age of 14?

Imagine you are a former Union soldier. You are 22 years old. You were only 19 when you enlisted, an Irish immigrant who worked in a livery stable in Cleveland until the outbreak of the war. You fought valiantly. You survived. In lieu of wages, you accepted a parcel of land in New Mexico territory. You’ve never had anything that was truly your own. Except for, perhaps, your horse. You arrive in New Mexico for the first time in your uniform, your horse goes lame the second you step onto your parcel, it’s so dry and rocky and red and you do not think it’s arable. You have to put down your horse. She dies with her head in your lap and you cry so hard you think you’ll die with her. When you’re done giving her a wake, knowing you have no ability to bury her, you begin walking in the direction of Las Cruces. Maybe you can sell this cursed land. Maybe you can get a job. First, a toast to Lula, the mare, the closest thing to family you have had in this country.

You’re seeing double by the time a little woman with an appraising expression approaches you. She is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, perhaps even better in double. A little older than you. Long, dark wavy hair that cascades over her shoulders, a perfect round face, a warm brown complexion and the most troubled eyes you have ever seen on a woman. What is most miraculous is that she wants to talk to you. You, drunk, sunburnt, covered in dust, the blood of your horse soaked into your pant leg. She motions to your pistol. She says she will pay you to do a job, pay you handsomely, enough to buy another horse. She says her husband is rich, he enticed her away from her family when she was very young, he holds her captive in his hacienda, he hurts her. He must be killed so that she can return to her sisters and live without fear. You will do it, you must do it. You do not care how much of the story is factual. You do not care if she intends to have the sheriff string you up after the deed is done. You do not care if she cannot pay the money she promised. You would do anything to remove the sorrow from her eyes. You kill her husband and sleep fine afterwards.

You do not buy that horse. You stay in the hacienda while she is out selling the bits and pieces of her husband’s life. You meet her sisters when they come, you help her pack away the pieces of her life so that she may start anew. You tell her of your own plans to start anew, of the patch of rocky soil that is your own. She tells you she grew up on land like that, tells you that it has always been her dream to work it. When her sisters leave for the mountains, she leaves with you.

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whenever someone talks about how ugly most contemporary American churches are and somebody butts in and is like “it doesn’t matter what building you’re in, you can still worship Jesus” I’m like “aw man I’m beginning to see why so many people hate Protestants”

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there should be a sims 4 mod that allows you to cook over the fireplace 😭 it sucks that so many of the beautiful fireplaces have potholders but no ability to cook on them

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I love these little guys…particularly the 1795 one he looks like a fantasy hero

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emotional neglect didnt even affect me that much. it was the being born inherently without value that did most of the work

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I thought today - the TV show I'd really like to see is one about a medieval monastery.

You could have all kinds of characters: the pious guy who joined because he wanted to serve God, the son born out of wedlock sent there to cover up his parents' shame, the geek who wanted to study Latin but couldn't afford to go into university, the former knight sick of violence and afraid for his soul... Plus monasteries were centres of pilgrimage and places where criminals could take refuge, so we can have a lot of characters who crop up for a few episodes and leave.

Some plotlines I thought of:

Our relics aren't bringing in the pilgrims the way they used to - what do we do?

A women fleeing an abusive marriage has taken shelter in the monastery - how will the brothers respond to having a women in their midst?

One of the monks wants to leave - will the abbot accept or not?

A murderer has taken refuge in the abbey, and the abbot decides to try and save his soul - what will happen?

People are coming to the monastery for food during the famine, but the monastery is itself short of food - how will this be dealt with?

War has broken out between two local lords, and the monks attempt to broker a treaty - will it work?

I've already mentioned some reasons why I think this setting would lend itself to television, but I'd also love to make it for two other reasons:

Get people to understand how weird medieval religion could get, but also that, within its own frame of reference, it was a reasonable and consistent belief system.

Show people that the Middle Ages consisted of more than just muddy people stabbing each other and burning scientists at the stake.