#.eleaor

[elexncrrcse]

Eleanor felt so lost at this party, and her eyes widened as her path crossed to one Jamie Park. "Oh, Miss Park, you were outstanding." She said flustered.

"Weren't they fabulous? Outstanding! Incredible! Mind-blowing performances! I'm blown away, I'm aghast. I'm going to need another glass of champagnes before I fall off my iconic feet."

[gromlyn]

been working on my asoiaf au lately but i refuse to write so here's some thoughts

my au presents a very self-indulgent concept: what if the targaryens had self-preservation instinct and actually tried to be better? admittedly, this is just so I can justify designing/naming a fuckton of dragons + their riders lol

(and also so I can play with the more whimsical fantasy aspects of the twoiaf, escapism and wish fulfillment baybe)

this presents me a fun narrative challenge: how do I justify targaryens that don't suck as much?

my au takes place in a timeline where maegor dies during a conflict while he's in exile, so the throne passes to aegon the uncrowned, and then to his daughter, aerea. aera sucessfully claims balerion and basically revolutionizes dragonriding + turns the 7 kingdoms into an empire by schlorping up the stepstones and the free cities

the throne passing to aerea and her being a #girlboss allowed me to depower jaehaerys' misogyny and give his daughters dragons + allow them to choose their spouses (I opted to keep most of jaehaerys and alysanne's children, I just really like all of them and wanted to give their daughters some agency). their children establish new valyrian dragonriding houses

aerea firmly establishes that the throne passes to the oldest heir regardless of sex, which fundamantally changes the political landscape of westeros by 300 ac

aerea rules for like 50 years and after her reign things are chill until her 3 grandchildren get really into poisoning each other

there's another couple good kings, and then there's one of the viseryses. he's lovingly known as "the whore king". he fathers a bunch of bastards that he legitimizes who create another wave of additional valyrian dragonriding houses

within a couple generations, there's a FUCKTON of dragons and dragonriders. at this point a civil war in inevitable,

so there's a dragonrider civil war. it happens mostly because the current queen (aerea III) continued her father's shitty political choices + got a streak of targaryen madness. she's eventually removed from the throne and dies with her dragon. at least one of the bastard houses gets wiped out completely. the throne then passes to aerea's younger half brother, who led an opposing faction with his sons. his two eldest sons unfortunately die in the fighting, so his heir is his thirdborn son, eleaor.

elaeor is the king for my au's 'current day', which is roughly 300 ac (that way I can use the red comet in my narrative)

because he had to watch his two older brothers die in an awful civil war, he takes a more peaceful approach to things and loves his family. as a result house targaryen is pretty functional for once! (at least elaeor's immediate family is...)

because dragons are still around and there's still a solid amount of them (like 35ish, so more than house targaryen ever had in canon), they've slightly changed over the centuries they've been in westeros. they've gotten smaller + slightly more docile. they aren't friendly persay, but they're not as aggressive towards humans as the canon targaryen dragons (I need to note that I got this idea from watching my chickens run around and thinking about how they're living avian dinosaurs)

that's all I have the energy to write for now lol. like I said, very self-indulgent. at some point I'll talk more about the characters I've been focusing on, but I wanted to flesh out the version of westeros I'm putting them in first

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I just hope Eleanor is in a position where if she decided she absolutely didn’t want to do this anymore for whatever reason, she could leave with little hassle.

Me too anon.  

I wish that for everyone and their work - something capitalism very much doesn’t want us to have.  

[knjbi]

holy shit i forgot louis got arrested or in trouble for an airport fight

that shit was wild 

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“The Five People You Meet in Heaven” Review

by Eleanor Babwin

Hi everyone! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! As 2019 dawns on us, it’s that time when everyone thinks of ways they can improve and resolutions they have for the new year. I don’t know about any of you, but I always have a hard time really sticking to a resolution. At some point, I forget what it was I intended to do. But last year, my mom and I decided that we would have a New Years’ resolution, but check in at the middle of the year to see what we wanted to improve on for the remainder of the year. I quite liked this, but I saw that my resolutions were much more focused on my mental health and checking in on myself, though I still vow to eat more vegetables and lug myself to the gym more often. It was at middle of the year “check in” when I decided to pick up “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” by Mitch Albom. I had read and loved Albom’s “Tuesdays with Morrie,” a book that had left me with tear soaked pages, so I thought that “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” would be a nice choice, as it was. The book’s concept is that when a person dies, they meet five people whom they had an impact on at some point in their lives. Each person gives a little more closure for this person, and ultimately when the person is done seeing their five people, they become someone whom another person will meet in heaven. Going with this idea, the book follows Eddie, a lonely carnival worker, after he dies, and he is meeting his five people. Eddie did not consider his life to be a great one, but he is able to learn to find the beauty in his time on earth. As readers, we not only see his transition, but also flashbacks to significant points in his life that bring him closer to a place of closure. Now, I must say that looking back on this book, it has even more of an effect on me than it did when I read it six months ago. There is a strong sentimental tone that really comes through with Albom’s vivid writing. I really loved seeing the people that Eddie met and how as he left them, he found peace with his life and death. Finding peace with yourself is something that we all strive for, but have a hard time achieving, and it is lovely to read about someone’s journey to peace. The reason that I chose to write about this book for the New Years issue of Balter was because of how it made me think of new beginnings. After his death, Eddie begins a journey to peace that I thought was so beautiful. Eddie is able to see how much he impacted people’s lives, and as someone who sometimes doubts their worth and importance, it was nice to read of a world where people are reminded of what they mean to people and are able to take time to recognize the people that had a significant impact on their lives. So this year, my New Year's resolution is to be kinder to myself, as Eddie learned he needed to be. This could mean a number of different things, but mostly, I want to be better at knowing how valuable I am, because I don’t take the time to recognize that nearly enough. On the same note, I would like to take the time to remind my friends and family how much they mean to me. Sadly, I don’t do this nearly enough, and it is such a disservice to myself and the people around me. With this in mind, I encourage everyone to not only read “The Five People You Meet in Heaven,” but take time to remind yourself of how important your friends and family are, and how much you mean to other people. I think if we carry those thoughts of gratitude with us as we go into 2019 and beyond, we will all be so much happier and fulfilled. May 2019 bring happiness, new friends, and beautiful memories.

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Hamlet starring Tom Hiddleston – review at Vanbrugh Theatre, London – ‘Hiddleston shines’ | The Stage

by Natasha Tripney

There hasn’t exactly been a shortage of Hamlets of late, but what marks Tom Hiddleston’s apart is its exclusivity. Directed by Kenneth Branagh, it’s intended to raise funds for the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art’s Attenborough campaign. Running for just three weeks in a 160-seat auditorium, tickets were only available by ballot – resulting in a Willy Wonka golden ticket situation for theatregoers.

But what of the production itself? Hiddleston has previously shown that he’s a strong Shakespearean actor. He was a solid Coriolanus in a less than invigorating production at the Donmar Warehouse in 2013 and an astonishingly magnetic, nuanced Cassio alongside Chiewetel Ejiofor’s Othello, also at the Donmar.

After they starred together in Chekhov’s Ivanov, Branagh was inspired to cast Hiddleston as Loki in the first Thor film, creating by far the most charismatic villain in the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the process.

The production opens with him sitting at a piano and gently singing, appropriating words of Ophelia’s, twinning him with her in pain from the beginning. But, after this point, Branagh’s production – populated by RADA alumni and actors who’ve previously worked with the Kenneth Branagh Theatre Company – is, location aside, a fairly conventional one.

In a year in which Robert Icke and Andrew Scott have unstitched the play and filled it with grief-steeped radiance, this production can’t help but feel pedestrian in comparison. It’s a very traditional take on the play. But then it’s not out to break the wheel, rather to make the most of the intimacy of the space, and present a Hamlet in close quarters.

Hiddleston evidently relishes this opportunity. While his delivery of the key monologues is decent enough and there are moments when you can see the tears glinting in his eyes, he really shines when interacting with others. He needs someone to bounce off. He’s an impish prince, tactile in his relationship with Caroline Martin’s Horatia. He can flip into rage with alarming swiftness and in these moments his anger is palpable.

Some scenes have a static quality and others are – whisper it – kind of dull, but the production is at its most enjoyable when it loosens up and Branagh gives his actors permission to move – when Hiddleston’s hoodie-wearing Hamlet tunnels under a rug or when Kathryn Wilder’s grieving Ophelia wields a gun. Hiddleston also appears to be having an absolute blast during the tightly choreographed fencing scenes.

Alongside him, Nicholas Farrell’s powder keg Claudius is superb, Sean Foley an amiable jokey Polonius, and one of the pleasures of Branagh’s production is the way Hamlet’s world is filled with women. As well as Martin’s genial Horatia are Ayesha Antoine and Eleaor de Rohan as Rosencrantz and Guildernstern. There’s an appealing ease and warmth in their interactions.

This is a production that suits the space it was made for. It’s in no way an era-defining Hamlet, but then that’s not what it’s trying to be. It does however provide a reminder of what a graceful and capable stage actor Hiddleston can be, while also raising money for a good cause.

Verdict ⭐⭐⭐ Tom Hiddleston shines in an intimate, albeit fairly traditional, Hamlet.

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¡Empezamos un nuevo apartado de recursos en The Writer’s Corner! A partir de hoy iremos subiendo esporádicamente masterlists con nombres de diferentes países. Con esto queremos brindar ayuda a toda persona que no sabe qué nombre ponerle a su personaje, encontrando así diferentes opciones que le faciliten el proceso de creación de un pj. 

Dicho esto, os presentamos nuestro primer post del apartado. A continuación encontraréis una selección de nombres portugueses con sus respectivos significados. Si os sirve de ayuda u os parece útil, darle un like/reblog al post, por favor. De esta manera sabremos que nuestro tiempo invertido realmente ha servido de ayuda a alguien. 

Chica

A-I

Aldonça: aquella de origen noble que posee gran experiencia.

Andiara: mujer de poder. 

Caterina/Catrina: variante del griego Catalina; significa pura.

Dalva: muy clara.  

Efigenia: de sangre real. 

Elizama: mujer feliz. 

Filipa: amiga de los caballos. 

Gioamar: variante portuguesa de Guiomar (germánico); famosa en el combate. 

Graçea: variante portuguesa de Gracia.

Ilena: variante portuguesa de Elena; resplandeciente. 

Iria: variante portuguesa de Irene; significa paz. 

Izabel: variante de Isabel; aquella a quien Dios da salud. 

J-R

Jenevra: variante de Ginebra; suave, tierna, blanca. 

Leandra: forma femenina de Leandro; león de una mujer. 

Lianor: variante de Eleaor (Elena); resplandeciente. 

Lígia/Lygia: la sirena, la más melodiosa. 

Meçia: la indulgente, la benigna. 

Mirari: variante portuguesa de Milagros. 

Morela: morena. 

Neves: variante portuguesa de Nieves; nuestra señora de las nieves.

Nilda: abreviación de Brunilda; de piel oscura, rojiza, quemada.

Priscilia: variante portuguesa de Priscila; la que es venerable. 

Renata: renacida.

Rosana: aquella que es como la rosa. 

S-Z

Severina: inflexible, severa. 

Tareyja: forma portuguesa de Teresa; la cazadora. 

Telma: voluntad, deseo.

Úrsula: diminutivo de la palabra latina Ursa (oso), significa osita. 

Vidonia: sarmiento. 

Vitória: variante portuguesa de Victoria.

Xuxa: del hebreo y variante de Susana; aquella que es casta y pura.

Yelena: antorcha. 

Zeita/Zeti: rosa. 

Zita: al igual que en la Toscana italiana, significa niña. 

Zetta: olivo. 

Chico

A-I

Aecio: lobo, oscuridad. 

Airton: así se designaba en la Edad Media a los mensajeros. 

Andre: variante de Andrés. Significa masculino, valiente. 

Angelino: mensajero. 

Aires/Ayres: príncipe. 

Bastiam: forma corta de Sebastian; venerable. 

Danilo: al igual que en italiano, significa “Dios es mi juez”. 

Duarte: el que vale por la tierra. 

Eduany: variante de Eduardo; aquel que es guardián glorioso.

Elpidio: esperanza. 

Everaldo: con la fuerza de un jabalí. 

Helder: claro o puro. 

J-R

Joao: variante portuguesa del nombre hebreo Juan. Significa “Dios está lleno de gracia”. 

Leão: variante de Leo. Significa león.

Leandro: león de un hombre. 

Luis/Luiz: glorioso héroe de guerra. 

Martim: guerrero.  

Mateus: regalo de Dios. 

Maureo: de piel oscura. 

Natanael: del hebreo; Dios ha dado. 

Nicolao: victoria del pueblo.

Olavo: forma portuguesa de Olaf; antepasado del descendiente.   

Reginaldo: asesor del jefe. 

Ronaldo: asesor del gobernante. 

S-Z

Silverio/Silvestre: Dios de los árboles. 

Stefano: variante de Estefano. Significa “coronado de laurel”.

Tadeu: el que alaba. 

Téo: presencia de Dios. 

Thiago: Dios nos dará recompensa. 

Timoteo: aquel que siente amor o adoración por Dios. 

Tristão: variante portuguesa del nombre celta Tristán. Tiene distintos significados, entre los que se encuentran roble, druida, mensajero o ruido. 

Videl: vida. 

Viriato: el portador de los brazaletes. También hace referencia al célebre guerrero del imperio romano Viriato. 

Zé: diminitivo portugués del nombre José. 

[formerdirectioner]

you have people congratulating louis on the birth of his son, who has a legal birth certificate and has been louis’ son for over a year now with no hints of anything ever ending? you have legitimate questions towards larries who think harry and louis are both being trapped by evil simon/bossman/syco/rusty/eleaor/boss baby/whoever but somehow harry is having a solo career that is starting off on a nationally televised tv show and a major movie while louis is stuck with a fake girlfriend and a fake child? 

WE HAVE BLUE AND GREEN COMPILATION POSTS. 

checkmate, atheists antis

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I don’t think Louis is more comfortable about lying than Harry. He is better at it, but he’s also better at most things related to interviews. None of the stories he tells are entirely fabricated. They are all real stories where the protagonist has been changed. The majority of his Eleanor stories are about his mother (except the recent uni story which is about his friends). If Louis is talking about a break up, it’s likely to be real.

I think Louis lies quite a lot in interviews, although we don’t know how he feels about it.  The crucial point to me is that evasion isn’t a key strategy of his.  Instead, as you say, he tells real stories and changes them up a bit (although I don’t know which Eleanor stories you’re talking about).

But your last comment really seems to be jumping several steps ahead of where we are.  Sure if he was to tell a story about the time he was broken up from Eleaor it’d be interesting to think about what he was tapping into.  But he hasn’t. And there’s no reason to think he will.  Describing a song as a breakup song is not the same thing. My entire point is that I think we get more truth from  the emotional core of the songs, rather than what Louis says.  And the songs are all about on going connectedness.

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The Second Sex Review

by Eleanor Babwin

Happy March, everyone! I hope the weather is getting better and your days longer! As it is Women’s History Month, I decided to read The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir, one of the most revered feminist works in history. Written over fifty years ago, this is still a landmark piece of writing, not only for feminism, but just for nonfiction in general. Before I really dive in, I will just say that I am a feminist. I am proud to be a woman and feel a great sense of sorrow when I find other women in the world having to face sexism and discrimination based on their gender. I also love to learn about the waves of feminism and women’s movements throughout history. While they were not all referred to as feminism, I think it is very interesting how the cause has evolved, and for the better. Women’s progress first became prominent in the 1840s when some of the first and most famous suffragettes fought for women’s right to vote, and it was not the movement that we often idolize it to be. Many of the suffragettes, while they were ahead of their time in terms of women’s rights, were often racist and discriminatory on who would join their movement. After the Civil War, the suffrage movement resurfaced during the Industrial Revolution. Again, it was not the most diverse group of women, but they were much more successful. A new group of leaders emerged, including Carrie Chapman Catt and Alice Paul. Many women at the turn of the century took a more militant approach towards getting the right to vote; their dedicated efforts culminated in the ratification of the 19th amendment, granting women the right to vote. Flashing forward to the 1960s, a different woman’s movement came about, and this is where the stereotype of bra burning came from. Women were still not allowed to open a checking account without their husband’s permission, the pay gap was only widening,and women were discriminated on a daily basis. While there were more ages of feminism to come after, this is the wave when Simone de Beauvoir wrote The Second Sex. This book busts down myths about women, and explores many different aspects of gender discrimination throughout history and even science. It discusses what a woman’s role is and what it ought to be. There is so much a reader can dive into with this book because of de Beauvoir’s impeccable detail and thoroughness, and I loved that. I never was bored with this book because, like femininity and womanhood, everything is complicated. Nothing is black and white, meaning that the work is layered, complex, and incredibly interesting. While I found this book incredibly interesting, it was all too eerie. Even though much has changed and progressed in women’s rights, it is scary how much has stayed the same and how much progress there is to make. Despite this book being written for the 20th century, reading it in 2019 was an eye opening experience. It showed me more about what being a women in 2019 was like and how I should not just be satisfied with what I have, I should always be looking for what could be made better. If anything, I think this was what I liked best about The Second Sex. This book is a commitment, I will say, but one I am happy I took on. de Beauvoir writes with grace, eloquence, and sheer intelligence that is inspiring to experience. So, I highly recommend this book, not just to the ladies out there, but to everyone.