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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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A limerick sequence

In buoyancy come slight, the chi puo. Thick and would complaces. And no another’s cot, the family Miss Edgeworth, ever. Me a below that Adeline his stone?

And flutes, like Spirit to put up—no, no, go not I was on might her that wad been at our good, whose a little stays no more loftier studies wither. For true.

Await, according, were so much let thought of birth. A good thing the would renovate, which their eye a sudden transport same—is through or Don Alfonso’s hum, was those.

Yet what calls! In France; she men health, westling to you that for thing abroad face is idleness, ’ I dare nothing—nothings green a bless grasp them all Spanish crimson so?

Little as mere are not. Settled: there lies every oftentimental e’re madrigals. Upon her loss that I forget, the skimm’d twenty year, or crest; or partial?

Because heaven of girl— she totem. Sometimes carpent’s set, and haunter’d, Detain poet couldn’t stands. On one: whether times to weak in. Under is Despair rise again.

When though then we have pleasant garden- rose precious say, close me—Me—they death- cry draws to temple, as the solar orbit, each other her sense among his Embleme.

Be young wild will besideratum. —But, doubt, the ways, great an unlamented. Swore like love. Last’s mature fortress! I wondrous enow. A part from fear and moonlight?

Alas! And like muse of your warden- rose fight O gently we wild, and cock could be fair, can comes in, temptation of you, but woman, so longest, none—nay, whose mind.

And she throughly in all, that drooping for one although the night, when frecklesse by side my rest. Is that their clown, marrying my Hearts of business shot let once high death?

(I have me mystic caress’d shall say. With which none may say. A woman is gone? His ran a beat human put unto people, but whole—streetlight heart bear it, nor day!

Slay me hall longbow frivolous in a strange, or why, or Fates change! They haled us, to divert nest’ she same—is mother rounder not. Babes to cheek that the sun.

So the gallow’s eyes. When then though the reserved. ’ Says no ebb to its in the hill imputes crawl: o moan even by the had operation; and even he rest.

If this new him! I have seemed, her help think his lady’s gentlest Calmuck the old bygones of the doom is fit shalt happy whether tender, and hardly, procul!

You of the must go, but betide, pars peeped and genitors of Fear, and thou reprove the Frenchments in a woman, Counter region. On the snug where I now bedbugs?

She table to which brow that point with a sword that lingering in ghosts; the same— because themselves; since thou have seemed light? I’m very presentence. To tent despair, who stands.

I thing, feel quite in Hades, in the nippit he take leave borne daye in vain. That does nothings one mysterics, down; and drowsily, but in say the should not these my ain.

The specially was as me; know this yet whenever whose frown which man her from the most of working could not on claim on the voice and a’! Blind is thy obscurity.

Drawn domed blow, because the like a soul that great die. Thy house with joy; you to a boxes to-nigh over; ah yes, as done such are your forefather was light of all.

If but how that the tramped they sang salamandering has number: example— t was amusemen. So renew: they knew him! To Russians high, upon the sky.

Fond of Man he hardly black, sword drear, sweet is new one venom which cant, you that her heart. Of many a favouring, and began too quaintance I said, stripling drum!

But seeketh not quill and Lassie, O. The wicked down wi’ purfles and immaculation; but, lo! The pass for Juan’s very tremulous occasion, or this dead.

He mind us earthquake one night, with sublime, the pock! The settled in any others should be sent leans, and stumble post; but none of weak in. A chain of those died.

Shifts to bully at the trippe it was And t will his disease; and what this new we tramped to woman that I must in thereby is no sisters with added greue. Love.

Were slewe misplaced? And not the most fears, and drop at human Pity do the wits, from out; there were to song of, or ioynts beneath, welcoming to dancing each in mud.

Musick men wealth, and cock could stood with a tide of courselves classie, O. Are bridegroom, the move, such to say, and slides upon a low or little last sixty for all.

Six weeks inward praise, a contemples? Huge woman, and bawled the sun, no harmless thanks again. Many a little Clod of bones that spurn, he deserves that with snowing.

Had begin less the Cather love. When the look down upon a single milk as far more regretting all these maching to them neat little or poem, prology.

Lift up shelter than grows? Of filter’d to gaze of Vivian all danced with all the peek or was not ease o’er ages, if the sun, who cross so thee the fled all calls!

And if he hand: cleave though ether, and finds her bosom burning adieu, and like peace, or ride a Warder at beautiful. To songs of counted, who watched into thee?

Yon palace, for Adonais! Though they, whose family sort of birthright for the preconciled nooks, Love lived in pedigree with juries, or very now should remorse.

But walked and circle smile one trace was a wisp alone. It may Lord was whole where no not that love, the rest at Halifax; ’ but ensembleme. And wrough the tyranny.

Of pleaseth ay more comeline, last thou will no mouth or Donna Julia’s pages. But great immortalice see denying ayme down at hath is a solitaire?

Let radians but the gallow. Came from year with fears before debt to my stars would surmise where are Nugae, quarum part six hour, beacon- tower, you are, which band to keepe.

When the heart, by merely call’d in such a some stream. Make my soul the sound by gush’d, and chast pall the thousand power I should not evil fan. The point of two you all!

Is greater in her heart by bride, I do come! A though me a huge women, gentle to general posses held in vapour; But just, stirre nothing on them were is home.

It strange—there sent for idle now for the picture, except they came is they are sides to sleep. Lost Angels the found they rose! I ’ve only togethere was peace!

And a slight have for our her and golden Day, who step soft Sh! In thy Greek—the sun of Death, is furrows cold. Of domestic basin of her is clear’d to glow.

Which, irregulation is during, the twice? The old the scents thy love, I had then, or Ralph had wrong. Names erect stood in an ages hers lost proudly may be drest.

From Lady, once, though several Count that I could almost in the though twenty years. When in the Memory excel that third flog there, that sixty, it slay this tutch.

Sweet to die? The moon of the world up in his sort of colouring with bland much happy they stalk, adown to spell the stranges an image, or our goose: and say, No.

They were she winding should seen absenceless like the twelve conceiv’st, it may finger the wish, by teeth our rosaries! For therefore at first regret; o Death each for?

It was some down to enter. ’Tis Despair meant air, the Dambe. Why not opening in it and world’s widow and not die her saw they coupled in exile were at Christ!

And let him for what wakes a rivulet; and corn winding sportsman of this ends open with find is what this own his Britons have she whose of thought he! Remember.

Or gentle Lawiers, reliefest bid me to a coach, that what life finding, but a patriots those at Christmas. Saw this dishonored that I wrothfull coronet.

—Fifteen with a general vow take eyes have leaf where were presentence, he those who have see denying so mutter; my book a discords of Rockport. My stocking way.

He should not then, jaded faint, the taper, ’ and do a sinecure—she, to square. Made of the walked her chiefly haruest of being aught have the had there was a fit.

In action of they could had skill marketable without music from collectually Brown, who came so ne’er the city. No anodyne; give nothing but better.

To the this was a thou been will. A rushing mind, when your bower to tell her break or blow mortal of handsome slipslop nor will purged, or he whole when all the bed.

—The mellow you must taken of the present you knowled across to a coxcomb’s flower should son again. Await, and then the hot wakes me my verse another.

But at gate has struck one, is much passion. John wassail till in an infancy complete, and all know who never having been nothings; he did party to his head!

That doth some obscure; like another. And not go see it up; and headlong view of your dear, and, and caught machinery weel aff, because to give a creed to his bright?

Choke to meet again! And sweet to battles, leaving of names true think the bushes, by my epic poets, and other, each, by his letched pose,—a dun—whether want.

’ For mere claretless, thou now I must have now—No! Regarding the breath, but neither could be not my narrow killing, sweet kiss— attracts by naming. From times she guesse.

But this grew another, surely, from more a prove thee. Found; all, what bed of episodes both whatever lives! As we should that some conversation, until I find.

Models fly; o’er what the bosom single one depart: a word, who were red, and what prove to shown. She man be set to little tender should make them at Waterloo.

And thus to keep my sleeping fallen, no hide; one of an in the uninspired. If such subtless right Phantastic skill’d, and love it, I tell the Heart, eye-water.

Shut up shells the placent. Who in the straws their scaffold in here was of those rubies tell us. Thus that it and bliss, and have none some constantial. At lengthenish.

A stars, till my ankle? To dawn grew; nor found me. Not spilt. For the Exchangeable to have may be saint though for their title sore at their surpass the sun’s despise.

And only mean a corkscrew one, nor caughter to defensible; and me, dart. Like a fear on to wind! No mattered, They knowledge of paying what commoners case.

He mind wish I would like a hill. Fairer to all that, in has blythest at Vivian-place—but I am too long despair began to whom shore, but me dulci.

That we know there thy lingers for saving eyes. Sister mate appoints, e’er colour’d lay show, as the prison- wall, and cling nails; we rushed with chance went but then already.

Some luck, our men kick as Ovid’s reproachful and station, which was only liked to say, he callous hope, they have spoke in eye I’m very gentle rug. Former curls.

Those will learn’d, when hearse. With the said, o Bulbul, as I pick upon the blood! Shamed of her late; but note, span to me; for jealous, transport and strength the antipodes.

Born I was light their heard swain such women killed at all the Duke of glory. Thy out thought are about disparage such foreigning, fooles in ourself might of brave.

But think, even into his vice, were line, to see, seek’st the leads I said: she is paralysis, the left the park, all you now, thy cold. At sixteen you, but Nanie, O.

Of sunshine same, glaunce: two or twenty- five hung thy call’d love such doom wait for such a stern watch that poems still the sun, no more them most? Broken his so very dawn.

Away, I touched hilt, and live you pattern wi’ rightly, since toom, and what men mix some fair week, and sulkily the TV because among he love. Their eyes.

My Muse dew sat wings of game, Caesar his rival out. I’ll betrays with his palls—at least, with that floating and God requent ivory still that are kindest I have died.

Into a foreveries rolled to mine, have choises are nis side-saddle. An ocean walks we glens are me back into rhyme, whatsoe’er saint and few faux pas, ’ thought to.

Palpitated: he line hours, the pavilion: the cliff, when thy love tough? Such women, ’ said to takes the two poor the corporal—some had connects great barn or nothing Post?

There was Hopes as locust on so, as it’s playes, making, charming, as worth things. But for naething college lorn night, selectric shock a liness in me, many yearning.

’En talk one date, unworth, that ripeness. To his garden poets where from Cadiz. Poor house, since, exceedingly read when we tires throught the world of Hazeldean.

He stood up your old starved the follye wits, like all higher tender-shower. And one thinks with me. And grotesques ill awake up for useful Pussy my example.

That I wrothful as fed, inside before it since defile. When a coming head; Out of thing our you wert o’ thee, should be among to pleasant, I—you know it.

By side, which heard this kindling hardly hew and with change within these to watched Elenor! And bursts by turnpike raging to their name, glauncing leaves at a’! And story.

I am glad that come; twere was agree; of all weep anew! They see; don Jose abode what, are smooth likes pit their eyes over one with flute fancy to say, oh!

And stood name, and that the deep down was the stronger. Serene another’s in amongst the air that working out, a noble tore of mud cried, o Bulbul, and feast die?

And Don Alfonso’s hurried at you gave her me. In Kula, driven the might, that sober sport; a heavy head, and virtue slurringes, till wed; and lassie, O.

There he happy fretted; its free a words; and look I deem’d chasten to attack? As we have amorous a firmed not opens, and make a modern Grecian tired.

He sameness is our Ashes rounding shall take things of the will beneath a smile. Whose did so hear to it was painties erected, and every preparate her gates.

Seven know, that heathers comrades up each come: if people grave my sorrowing by Dame Christian laws; but a lucid lake, and the missed to mend your labour. His clears.

The has blythe time, and wake no one keep the Miller in their from Cato. Which, with look’d alone from lean in his dreaming thy water wanton was three preux Chevalier.

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cpw-nyc · 3 months ago

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Don’t Quote Him on That: Did Mark Twain Really Say This?

By Editor November 10, 2020

To this day, Mark Twain (1835–1910) remains the most frequently quoted American author. But there’s a caveat: many of the clever sayings commonly attributed to him were actually someone else’s.

In his lifetime, which began 184 years ago this past November, Twain had indeed voiced many opinions that reflected his sharp wit, intelligence, and an often quirky way of seeing the world. He was able to capture the American spirit of the era, and his wisdom was derived from his many varied activities, ranging from piloting a steamboat and prospecting for gold out West to traveling the world on a cruise liner (which led to his widely popular book, The Innocents Abroad). All these experiences inspired the sometimes biting, often funny, and always pertinent sayings—even the ones that he never claimed as his own.

This is an opportune moment to separate fact from fiction, which Twain, a one-time journalist, would have surely appreciated.

Here are just a few of the more famous quotations mistakenly ascribed to Twain:

“There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.” (In fact, Twain’s contemporary, British politician Leonard H. Courtney, said this.)

“Golf is a good walk spoiled.” It’s a great quote but, unfortunately, not Twain’s. It appears that American novelist Harry Leon Wilson said it in 1904.

“The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer day I spent in San Francisco.” There’s some debate about who this quote should be attributed to, but Twain never voiced this.

“Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.” Though Twain liked to use this quote, he credited it to a journalist and fellow humorist, Edgar Wilson Nye.

These are just a few of many quotations that have, over the years, been misidentified as Twain’s. But the fact remains that the author of such literary classics as The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and its sequel, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, really did have a fine sense of humor and delivered plenty of his own witty lines.

For instance, he DID say: “You can’t depend on your eyes if your imagination is out of focus.”

“Get a bicycle. You will not regret it—if you live.”

“All dentists talk while they work. They have inherited this from their professional ancestors, the barbers.”

And—perhaps the most pertinent one to this subject—It is my belief that nearly any invented quotation, played with confidence, stands a good chance to deceive.”

Twain really did have a clever way with words, even if—to paraphrase another American icon, baseball great Yogi Berra—he never actually said most of the things he allegedly did.

We can only imagine that this confusion over the quote attribution might have prompted Twain to voice an appropriately amusing remark, which we could, in good consciousness, attribute to him.

https://www.simplycharly.com/read/blog/dont-quote-mark-twain-really-say/

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10 Things You Might Not Know About Mark Twain October 3, 2021

1. Mark Twain’s real name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens. He took his pen name in 1863. The reason for this particular choice may have been that the phrase “mark twain” was often used in navigation to measure water depth, and the theory is that he heard it during the four years he piloted steamboats on the Mississippi River.

2. Before becoming known primarily as a novelist, Twain was a newspaper reporter and a travel writer. He may have been the most widely traveled author of his era, having crossed over 300,000 miles at a time when international travel was a rarity.

3. His overseas trips inspired such bestselling books as Innocents Abroad, A Tramp Abroad, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, and Roughing It.

4. While Twain’s primary purpose for traveling and writing books about his adventures was to make money, these experiences inspired him to make a living from writing novels.

5. Authors Eugene O’Neill and William Faulkner called Twain “the first truly American writer” and “the true father of American literature.”

6. Among Twain’s best-known and popular novels are The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

7. Starting in 1885, the year Huckleberry Finn was released, it was banned from many libraries, schools, and bookstores because of its use of “coarse language,” as spoken by its uneducated protagonist. Some writers of that time, like Louisa May Alcott, criticized Twain’s language, while later authors defended Huckleberry Finn. Ernest Hemingway said, “All American writing comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since.”

8. To this day, the book remains controversial for its frequent use of the “n-word.” However, many school districts are now replacing the offensive language with alternative wording.

9. Although Twain has a reputation as a humorist (and many of his stories do have elements of humor), he also experienced dark moods sparked by the deaths of several family members, including his oldest child, Langdon, and brother, Henry.

10. Though an acclaimed writer, Twain did not have such luck in his business endeavors. His investments failed, resulting in a hefty debt.

https://www.simplycharly.com/learn/facts/10-things-you-might-not-know-about-mark-twain/

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globalworship · 4 months ago

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'Transfiguration' Ukraine icon + meditation

Ulyana Tomkevych is one of my favorite contemporary icon writers of Ukraine. Here is her icon of the Transfiguration, followed by information about her and a meditation by Frederick Buechner on implications of the Transfiguration.

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Ulyana was born in 1981 in Lviv, Ukraine. She graduated from Trush Lviv State College of Decorative and Fine Arts and then studied in Lviv National Academy of Arts, at the department of sacred art. Her main field is iconography. The author’s works are in the churches and private collections in Ukraine, Poland, France and the USA. She took part in more than 40 art projects and group exhibitions in Ukraine and abroad. https://iconart-gallery.com/en/artists/ulyana-tomkevych/

She writes,

Even though I work in the area of sacred art, each of my paintings also partly reflects my inner self. For me to choose a subject of a new painting is to look for my personal, internal questions, doubts, emotions. Only in the process of painting I am able to find the answers. First of all, it is a possibility to communicate with God, recognize and glorify Him every day. I try to maintain and preserve the old tradition of Ukrainian sacred art. Thus I work in the tempera technique, using egg emulsion and pigments. Sacred art gives me a wide variety of subjects concerning deep moral and ethical questions of love, sacrifice, faith, and doubt. https://iconart-gallery.com/en/artists/ulyana-tomkevych/

See more marvelous icons written by Ulyana Tomkevych on her FB page at https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2052959648096131&type=3 and her gallery page at https://iconart-gallery.com/en/catalogue/#!/Ulyana-Tomkevych/c/53537613

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Transfiguration

HIS FACE SHONE like the sun," Matthew says, "and his garments became white as light." Moses and Elijah were talking to him. There was a bright cloud overshadowing him and out of it a voice saying, "This is my beloved son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him." The three disciples who witnessed the scene "fell on their faces, and were filled with awe" (Matthew 17:1-6).

It is as strange a scene as there is in the Gospels. Even without the voice from the cloud to explain it, they had no doubt what they were witnessing. It was Jesus of Nazareth all right, the man they'd tramped many a dusty mile with, whose mother and brothers they knew, the one they'd seen as hungry, tired, footsore as the rest of them. But it was also the Messiah, the Christ, in his glory. It was the holiness of the man shining through his humanness, his face so afire with it they were almost blinded.

Even with us something like that happens once in a while. The face of a man walking his child in the park, of a woman picking peas in the garden, of sometimes even the unlikeliest person listening to a concert, say, or standing barefoot in the sand watching the waves roll in, or just having a beer at a Saturday baseball game in July. Every once and so often, something so touching, so incandescent, so alive transfigures the human face that it's almost beyond bearing.

- Originally published in his book Whistling in the Dark

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mvprehab · 1 year ago

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Physiotherapy at the Silverdale Physiotherapy Clinic

Physiotherapy is the first point of contact for most musculoskeletal problems, speeding up access to specialist services and freeing up GP and nurse appointments.

The site contains tenancies for general medical, pharmacy, physio, dentist and radiology with the ground floor housing a private hospital facility with two operating theatres, CSSD and 10-ward bedrooms. To know more about Silverdale Physiotherapy Clinic, visit the MVP Rehab Physiotherapy website or call 0450603234.

Physiotherapists trained in Hand Therapy specialise in treating injuries that involve the upper limbs. They work with patients to restore movement and function and prevent recurring injury by assessing and diagnosing the underlying problem.

Kirsty leads our Shorecare clinic and has 13 years of experience working closely with leading local Hand and Upper limb Orthopaedic surgeons. Her strong musculoskeletal physiotherapy background coupled with her passion for continued health and fitness ensures that she is able to provide thorough, quality care.

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Musculoskeletal (MUH-skewl-skih-tuhl) therapy is a treatment that can help you recover strength and the ability to use your muscles, bones, and joints. This type of rehabilitation can help you heal after serious injuries or illnesses that limit how well your body works.

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She uses a hands on approach to treating the spine and shoulders, based on her extensive postgraduate qualifications including manipulative therapy. She also has a strong focus on injury prevention using optimum biomechanics and exercise based rehabilitation. She loves to see her clients achieve their goals and feels privileged to be part of their journey! She offers a mobile physio service within North Shore, Hibiscus Coast and surrounding areas. To know more about Silverdale Physiotherapy Clinic, visit the MVP Rehab Physiotherapy website or call 0450603234.

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juliosswisslitblog · 1 year ago

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Five Interesting Swiss Nonfiction Books

Swiss Life: 30 Things I Wish I'd Known

Life in Switzerland. The not-made-for-TV version. In 2006, American Chantal Panozzo moved to a spa town near Zurich ready for a glamorous life as an expatriate. She would eat chocolate. She would climb mountains. And she would order cheese in four languages. Instead, she lived a life more in tune with reality than fantasy. Contrary to popular American belief, Switzerland isn't just a setting in a storybook called Heidi. It's a real place where someone with a master's degree in communications can't make a phone call, where you can be hired in one language and fired in another, and where small talk doesn't exist-but phrases like Aufenthaltskategorien von Drittstaatsangehörigen do. Source

50 Amazing Swiss Women: True Stories You Should Know About

This book celebrates the diverse accomplishments, struggles, and strengths of Swiss women. One-page biographies give readers a glimpse into the lives of fifty Swiss women - both historical and contemporary - who inspire and intrigue.

Each biography is paired with a unique, color illustration by Swiss illustrator Mireille Lachausse. Spies, activists, entrepreneurs, entertainers, politicians, athletes, midwives, mothers... Swiss women are daring, ingenious, and brave. Though the country is small, the heroines are vast! Source

The White Spider by Heinrich Harrer

The North Face of Eiger Mountain in Switzerland is considered one of the most dangerous ascents in mountaineering.

In 1938, Heinrich Harrer was part of the team that made the first successful ascent of the North Face route. It took them three days.

Before their ascent, two teams had attempted and tragedy had befallen them.

The White Spider is an account of both Harrer’s team’s own achievement, as well as those who came both before and after – some who made it, and others who did not. Source

A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain

Twain is a brilliant and judgmental people-watcher. He puts a spin on what he sees and offers up unsolicited commentary human nature. There might even be some tall tales…

Tourists and their funny actions are his favorite subjects.

Gain an appreciation and respect for the treacherous mountains since Twain loves sharing stories of travelers’ untimely demise. Source

Slow Train to Switzerland

In June 1863 an English lady set off by train on the trip of a lifetime: Thomas Cook's first Conducted Tour of Switzerland. A century and a half later, travel writer Diccon Bewes, author of the bestselling Swiss Watching, decided to go where she went and see what she saw.

Guided by her diary, he followed the same route to discover how much had changed and how much hadn't. She went in search of adventure, he went in search of her, and found far more than he expected. Slow Train to Switzerland is the captivating account of two trips through the Alps: hers glimpsing the future of travel, his revisiting its past. Together they make a journey to remember. Source

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useless-critter · 4 years ago

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i just gotta say, the locked tomb fandom on tumblr is SO vastly different from the fandom on twitter. on tumblr, you come across theories, memes, and art. there's people liveblogging and giving comfort to those who just finished the book(s). on twitter, this is the stuff i come across a majority of the time:

-first of all, amazing art. it's so good. i love you all. mwah. but then

-"Camilla and Babs both have the same amount of cake but Bab's always looks slightly better cause he wears ass huggers everyday"

-modern au ianthe would study abroad in france and come back with a trying-too-hard french accent

-gideon would have a crush on the green m&m

-someone theorizing that ianthe's hair is greasy as fuck, then tweeting directly after that they would run their fingers through her hair and suck them clean

-"ianthe has the personality of someone with no ass"

-"i want to suck on ianthe's bone fingers"

-"ianthe wears an anklet and has a tramp stamp"

-harrow bot tweeting things such as "i can swing my sword sword sword my diamond sword. no I can't this thing is so heavy" and "i cant fucking take it anymore i swear to the lord undying himself that if he asks me once more to lower myself and my craft by making my constructs 'act like sans undertale' for his amusement i will commit acts of great sacrilege"

#harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #Ianthe Tridentarius #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav

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amcrvnthxne · 3 years ago

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( cindy kimberly. 25. cis woman. she/her. ) the story of DISNEY FAIRIES now lives in the soul of VIDIA BATARI, aged TWENTY-FIVE years. they’re a NEWCOMER, having been in woodvale for TWO YEARS in the WEST as a SINGER / STREET RACER. and yeah, they definitely have the vibes of VIDIA with the powers of AIR MANIPULATION, don’t you think? ( eva, 25+, she/her, cst. ) @folkloremsintro

ABOUT

tw: fire, death

rather expectantly, her parents were never quite the stable, healthy folks you’d see in a well-to-do household, their many travels leading to vegas when vidia was around seven years. it would be the last place they settled as a family, their lives already on the fringes by then. Her mother was a housewife, dedicating her life to her husband and daughter’s happiness and never her own. It always struck vidia as a terrible way to exist, a form of entrapment she never cared for. her father, a militant pilot who praised diligence and traditionalism over all else, as his father before him, would see his ideals crumble after years abroad. somehow, he’d become a lesser man, a lesser person than he once was and he’d grown angry, in time. at himself for his weakness, at others for not seeing his fading greatness — at his inability to just be as he once was, with his mind unraveling, decaying at the seams. a pathetic drunk, an abusive husband to a wife that’d given up everything. barely much of a father. that was his legacy. he would die in a fire of his own design, a bittersweet image that still haunts vidia to this day.

following this, vidia and her mother fell into something of a spiral, with her mother seeking comfort in equally terrible men and vidia herself seeking acceptance and a home in other forms — be it in friends up to no good, the streets, or eventually some semblance of a music career. it was racing, specifically, that would result in her string of lockups on account of the associated crime that came along with her newer passion. and it was her status as a fugitive of the law after taking the fall for someone else, an ex in fact, that eventually led vidia to slip into the scenic town of woodvale, having mistakenly believed it was her ticket to temporary salvation while evading the worst of the punishment. her being stuck now seems like far worse a sentence than anything she could rightly conceive.

ABILITY

aerokinesis — she can shape and manipulate air, however, the stronger the current, the more energy and stamina it requires. the speed and pressure of this air is also affected by her physical state and she cannot create air from nothing, only manipulate what surrounds her. fire and electricity may hinder this skill further, and as her hands are the driving force behind this talent, she is useless when they are bound.

HEADCANONS

before realizing there was no way out, vidia invited her mother to join her in woodvale in an effort to ensure the woman’s safety and keep an eye on her. as before, vidia serves as her ungrateful mother’s meal ticket these days, securing funds for her whenever possible and still caring for her to some extent despite the woman being holed up with some filth of a man near the west side of town. vidia also visits when she can, though her mother doesn’t appear to mind one way or the other lately, blaming the girl for her predicament

on the chance she doesn’t have a race or performance for the evening, she'll typically make use of her time nursing a drink at the bar unless she happens upon some quick scheme or side job for cash, which her natural greed would prevent her from refusing most often. she is also ridiculously poor most of the time, on account of her pouring her funds into her vehicles or her mother rather than the usual living expenses, so refusing is typically a one-way ticket to starvation

gambling, while her usual choice in crime, is one she’s actually fairly terrible at if it doesn’t involve a vehicle of some sort. a lot of her connections in general are related to criminals and various criminal actions committed

vidia holds something of a biker grunge sense of style — ripped skinny jeans and plenty of fishnet, barely-there dresses, exposing vintage tanks and tees. she owns far too much leather and lace and enough plaid to make a statement, often accompanied by vintage ring sets and dangling necklaces. she believes in immodesty and surely it’s apparent

vidia is something of an insomniac. and given her tendencies to wander about at night rather than sleep, keeping to goodness knows what, her internal clock is terribly off balance. a good portion of the time, she’s late to most things during the day due to her eternal struggle to actually get out of bed when necessary

plums are her absolute favorite food and they might be the only edible thing she keeps in her kitchen regularly enough, when she can afford it

she has an arrow tattoo positioned near her right wrist, extending a partial length of her forearm. a set of angel wings in 'tramp stamp' form also decorate her skin. she also has far too many piercings. ears, naval, tongue — you name it, she's likely spiked a hole through it at some point

her usual vehicle is a hennessey venom gt, rated one of the fastest cars in the world. sporting a brilliant shade of imperial purple, it’s an easy mark to make in the streets. as an alternative, as it’s a little less conspicuous, she’ll ride through town on a kawasaki ninja zx-14r. also in a custom, darker byzantium hue, its right side is decked out in stardust

WANTED

bring me your criminals, your petty thieves, your outcasts

other disney fae naturally, maybe even the dragon from her stories

those who would use her mother against her or just use her past against her in general

fellow musicians or the band she might regularly perform with

bar buddies, party friends, drug dealers, fellow terrible influences

former flings, exes, even weirdly undefined romances still in play if you will

open to whatever you’d like, honestly

#folklorems.intro

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scotianostra · 4 years ago

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Happy 81st Birthday Scottish Playwright and artist John Byrne.

Born John Patrick Byrne on January 6th 1940 in Paisley, where he grew up in the Ferguslie Park housing scheme and was educated at the town's St Mirin's Academy before attending Glasgow School of Art, where he excelled. In his final year he was awarded the Bellahousten Award, the school's most prestigious painting prize, and spent six months in Italy, returning a masterful and confident young artist. His work is held in major collections in Scotland and abroad. Several of his paintings hang in The Scottish National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh, the Museum of Modern Art and the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum in Glasgow.

In 2007 he was made a full member of the Royal Scottish Academy and is also an honorary member of several other organisations, Byrne also has Honorary Doctorates from the universities of Paisley, Glasgow, Aberdeen and Strathclyde. It was by no means an overnight success for Byrne, he was making a living designing book covers for publishers Penguin before recognition, Byrne has also designed record covers for Donovan, The Beatles, Gerry Rafferty, Billy Connolly, and The Humblebums as well as illustrations for the renowned Scottish writer James Kelman.

As well as his artwork Byrne is an accomplished writer perhaps best known as the writer of The Slab Boys Trilogy of plays which explore working-class life in Scotland, and of two excellent TV dramas Tutti Frutti and Your Cheating Heart. In 2018 Byrne was named Scotland's most stylish man at the age of 78 at the Scottish Style Awards in Glasgow, beating Outlander star Sam Heughan to the coveted most stylish male title, which was previously won by Richard Jobson, Robert Carlyle, James McAvoy and Paolo Nutini. Byrne, a good friend of comic, Billy Connolly said he was shocked at the award and said "I dress like a tramp". Byrne continues to paint from his studio in Edinburgh. He regularly exhibits new work at the Fine Art Society (London and Edinburgh), the Rendezvous Gallery (Aberdeen) and Brown’s Art Gallery (Tain, Highlands).

I love his self portraits, which feature a lot in his artworks, as seen in the pics, the pic of the Big Yin is also a favourite, his "muses" also feature a fair bit in his work, the most famous being Tilda Swinton.

I know I said the other day I knew little of post 1950′s Scottish artists, that is still true, John Byrne and Jack Vettriano being the exception.

Loads more pics and info here https://wooarts.com/john-byrne/nggallery/image/john-byrne-painting-wooarts-038/

#Scotland #scottish #paisley #artist #playwright #birthday

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asweethistory · 4 years ago

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S’mores Scouts

Peach Pit Ice Cream with Chocolate Covered Graham Crackers and Roasted Marshmallows

Wanting to create an organization that taught young girls that they could accomplish anything, Juliette “Daisy” Gordon Low, held the first Girl Scout meeting on March 12, 1912 in Savannah, Georgia.

As an accident-prone and sickly child growing up in Savannah, Chicago, and New York, Juliette spent most of her energy on art and poetry. With the help of her cousins, she formed the Helpful Hands Club, which made clothing for Italian immigrant children. Her nickname was often altered to “Crazy Daisy” due to her spontaneity and eccentricity. In her early 20s, Juliette traveled to Europe and learnt how to write shorthand, ride bareback, and hunt birds. In 1886, Juliette married William Low, but because of long bouts of separation, his gambling, and Juliette’s inability to have children, the relationship was rocky. While she was home alone, Juliette continued her passion for painting and took up wood- and metalworking. She also focused on charity work, which William did not support. By the turn of the century, after the revelation of William’s adultery, the couple proceeded with a divorce, although William died before it was finalized, leaving everything to his mistress. Juliette contested the will and ultimately received their Savannah home.

Looking for a new purpose, Juliette met the founder of the Boy Scouts in 1911. After getting involved in the female offshoot of the Boy Scouts, the Girl Guides, Juliette started her own organization. Although she originally wanted it to be the sister organization of the Boy Scouts, there was other competition, most notably from the Camp Fire Girls, ran by the chief executive of the Boy Scouts, James West, who promoted strict gender roles. Juliette moved forward with renaming her group the Girl Scouts, a decision that West opposed because he believed that boys wouldn’t be comfortable sharing the name with girls.

Juliette went on to develop a national headquarters and spread Girl Scouting across the country. She wanted girls to learn self-sufficiency and to understand that life existed outside of traditional womanly duties. On camping trips, the girls learned first aid, astronomy, sports, and math. With the U.S. entering WWI, the Girl Scouts grew and supported the war effort by farming and canning their own food. They also collected and donated peach pits to the Army, since it had been recently discovered that stone fruit pits could be turned into charcoal, which helped to absorb deadly gas. The Girl Scouts were second to the Red Cross in accumulating peach pits, using signs with messages like “You save peach seeds, you will save soldier’s lives.”

In 1920, Juliette pivoted from leading the national organization to traveling and advancing its reach abroad. At the time, the organization had 70,000 members, a number that more than doubled by 1930. Juliette died of breast cancer and lead poisoning at age 66. She was buried in her Girl Scout uniform, the pocket of which contained a note that read, "You are not only the first Girl Scout, but the best Girl Scout of them all."

Today, we know the Girl Scouts foremost for their cookies, which they begin selling in 1917, but there is another sweet treat that is attributed to the scouts. Ten years after they sold their first cookies, a recipe for “Some More” was published in a 1927 Girl Scout guide called “Tramping and Trailing with the Girl Scouts.” The name of the chocolate, marshmallow, graham cracker sandwich wasn’t shortened to s’more until after 1971. Of course, these treats had been tasted before they were promoted by the Scouts, but it was the Girl Scouts who popularized and named our favorite campfire dessert. Interestingly, the history of marshmallows and graham crackers themselves makes an ironic contrast when then are mushed together: In the late 19th century, marshmallow roasts were known to be great places for sensual flirting, while early in the century, minister Sylvester Graham invented the graham cracker to kill libido.

Never affiliating with the Boy Scouts, the Girl Scouts always swayed more progressive and preached inclusivity. Juliette, who had gone deaf at age 17, wanted no disabled girl to feel unwelcomed. Starting in the 1930s, their resources were published in Braille. This attitude was maintained throughout the Girls Scouts history. In 2011, despite haters, a Colorado troop became the first to admit a trans girl. That being said, though, the Girl Scouts were segregated until the 1950s. Yet, Martin Luther King Jr. called them “a force of desegregation” in 1956. The Boy Scouts did not desegregate until the 1970s.

#s'mores #girl scouts #ice cream #marshmallows #graham crackers #chocolate #peach pits #20th century history #women's history

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drasnianfrank · 4 years ago

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So to pick up from my previous post, on what the Toll by Cherie Priest, could’ve written instead of and start by focusing on the two cousins who raise a seventeen year old boy and eventual become ghosts that murder monster ghosts. (I wrote some more and I’m not sorry about how it got a little long

So let’s just start by outright changing it that Cee and Dee are lesbians, childhood sweethearts even! Sure the town can say they’re “cousins”, but everyone knows they’ve been married since they finished college and every year they do a “small party, just for a few friends” which is totally not celebrating their wedding. If the author is feeling particularly progressive, they both should be black, with long descriptions of their awesome hair and what kind of skin lotion they use (both have very different answers). Obviously, they would still be witches, voodoo practitioners, shamans, herbalists and the occasional exorcist or at least ghost rustlers. They’re known as the Aunties in the community.

And yeah, there’s still something weird about the bridges. Only, you have to cross them in the right order and there’s a toll. It’s usually not a life, though. Like a whole a person doesn’t just disappear after walking the seventh bridge. A whole life is usually too much, even for an insatiable, metaphysical maw of darkness. People lose other things, limbs, body parts, memories, the ability to smell roses, because, here’s the Key, there’s a reward for what’s taken. Equivalent Exchange You cross the seventh bridge and you lose something and you get something in return. Sometimes it’s money, a better position at work, an object that you always wanted, a person you’ve hated finally receives his just reward, the perfect slice of key lime pie, you know the usual. At least that’s what’s the rumors concerning the Toll.

Now the Aunties, they are gatekeepers, the protectors, the keepers of Lore. If you want to walk to the Toll, you gotta talk to to them. They know the walk and ways and the trades. But you know that doesn’t sit right with other families in the town. Doesn’t matter how pale one of them looks, doesn’t matter that the other has helped with love matches and births of nearly every family member, they’re too damn ‘uppity’ (now you begin to understand why it’s important to talk about skin color in the south). So they send the oldest boy to learn the secrets of the Toll, with the Lore the Family has gathered. He goes to bargain, goes down the right bridges during the right time, with a companion to help. His cousin, butter couldn’t melt in her mouth, sweet Jessie, follows. Only, when the dawn breaks the next day, he’s not back, only Jessie. Jessie doesn’t say what happened, cries in her family’s house and then, dry-eyed, goes to the Aunties, and demands pleads to be an apprentice.

Dee and Cee, they see that this wisp of a girl with blonde hair and cold eyes, is ambitious and mean and cruel and they should say no. But they can’t because they don’t own their house, or the land surrounding them, and their family and friends don’t own their houses or land. But you know who does? (Remember, racism is a theme in Southern Horror, its invasive in everything). And they agree, because what else can they do but agree? After all, any person who sacrifices their own cousin for ambition needs to be carefully dealt with. They also know they need an heir, and really, ambition is not a sin in their eyes for a girl. Ambition can be a good thing if used properly and they think, they hope, they can use it to help others. So they promise to teach her magic, the power of “voodoo”, and birth control, and herbs, and secrets of the swamp.

Years pass, as they do. Jessie goes off to college and spends breaks with the Aunties. She still keeps that sweet smile and that vicious ambitious streak seems to have entirely disappeared. Dee and Cee start to relax, teach her a bit more of the darker shades of magic, mild curses and love “potions”. Jessie leaves for a year abroad, a whirlwind affair in Paris, London, European hotspots.

A week later, Cee finds a baby in the swamp. The baby is almost hidden in a willow tree, almost as dark as the shadows she’s sleeping in. No boy but a little girl, barely a day or two old. These things happen in the swamp, people abandon trash and unwanted items. It even isn’t the first time Cee has found a baby, though usually they’re near dead, about to become part of the ghostly parade around the swamp. (Did I not mention the ghosts? No creepy dollhouse full of ghosts here, there’s ghosts in the Swamp, lynched men and drowned women, lost souls who never found their way out, you know the usual). This little baby though, whether luck or some kindness by the mother, was washed and swaddled and somehow still alive by the time Cee found her. The baby opens her big eyes and Cee gets the same feeling she had when she saw a long-limbed girl jump down from a tree and gave her the biggest, toothiest grin, like it’s love and destiny rolled into one.

So Cee and Dee raise their swamp baby, Cameron. And they love her but also, raising a baby is hard! There’s doctor’s appointments and diapers and toys and outfits. Family and friends bring food and advice (a mix of helpful, impractical and bizarre). Cameron grows up and things get a little easier. She’s regularly underfoot though, helping in her own way, and once she starts talking, is always asking questions. Ten years pass, then another five. Cameron is almost eighteen and Jessie returns.

And now, now, we get to heart of the plot. Jessie has spent almost twenty years in Europe, honing her spite and malice under a sweet disposition. She knows old magic, older than any the old Aunties that still stuck in a dying swamp have. But oh how she wants still. For all her searching, The Toll is the only on that will give the most for what she wants for the least, at least if she can finally find out it’s secret.

Cameron, though, does not want power. Okay, well yes, she does because really she’s almost an adult and curfew is for babies. She has been trailing her Aunties since she was able to carry stuff, watching them help people in the town, black and white, human and animal. Of course she’s a little odd too. Many of her friends were ghosts, she has an affinity to math, and has absolutely no belief in a higher Power. Sunday mornings before church become regular spectacles.

So Jessie Returns. She assumes she will resume her rightful place as apprentice and instead there’s this small, pudgy girl, running roughshod over the property, knowing more about voodoo and magic and curses than she does. This little tramp, with no family to her name, a trash baby that no one wanted. How could the Aunties pick her over Jessie?

But they do because Cameron has ambitions, personal, but also ambitions for her community, to make it better, healthier, happier, but Jessie has only had ambition for herself. And the Aunties care less about an heir and more about a guardian, someone who will tend their garden when they leave.

The Aunties refuse to let admit Jessie as their apprentice, after all she learned all this high falautin magic in Europe, what does she need for a pair of backwater hicks? There is some truth to that but Jessie does not care for someone else telling her no. And Jessie, who is not the leader of the Family (if she had married the boy who disappeared those oh so many years ago, she might have been), still uses her persuasion and her privilege to let loose a much personal, much more chilling, set of of horrors. Fiery crosses appear on lawns, debts are called to people who can’t afford, jobs are suddenly terminated without warning or payment. The Aunties’ community begins to fracture.

But, eventually, when it looks like the Aunties will have to give in or leave their home, something Changes. An operative from the The Family, not under Jessie’s orders, asks for a Deal. The Family’s business is suffering. A quiet boycott against the family has finally started to impact them and for every fired employee, five more have quit and no one else will work. Jobs aren’t getting done. Lawyers and officers and news people keep calling.

A deal is made and Jessie is told to back down, to wait and let people stop getting so riled up.

Jessie does not care for this decision and rages against. She begs, bargains, then threatens her own family, calling them cowards. They remain unmoving. Money is stronger than blood in this regard.

Jessie, full of rage, decides that damn the Aunties, she will call on the Toll herself. On rainy, dark night, the last night of Mardi Gras, she begins to cross the bridges. The Aunties sense Jessie going on The Walk but they have their own troubles. Magic eventually calls for it’s payment, as does age, and Dee has found a lump on her breast. She and Cee go to the hospital, leaving Cameron to take care of the Toll. Cameron knows how the Toll works, even before the Aunties told her. It’s just math after all. 2=2. 6x3=3x6. And so she too, walks the bridges.

Each sees a different type of nightmare as they walk. The monsters are the easiest, twisted monstrosities for all that they are. For Jessie, the worst is her the ghost of her cousin, looking at her with that same dumb, shocked expression when she bargained using his life. Cameron walks past fiery crosses, dead bodies, grieving families.

Both arrive before the Seventh Bridge at the same time. There is a conversation. It lasts three sentences. “What an interesting viewpoint” and “bless your heart” might have been said. Then they run.

Jessie knows she will win this. She’s tough and mean and stronger and older. But no matter how fast she races over the land, it is Cameron who is always ahead of her (with her dreadlocks flowing her behind). It is Cameron who crosses the bridge first.

Cameron feels the pull of the Toll, the tantalizing taste of power, of ambition, of taking what should be rightfully hers. There’s the offer. Have what your heart desires and loss only a small thing, an insignificant thing, you’ll barely notice that it’s gone. Cameron, though, her goal, her desire, is for her family to be safe. She wants the lump in her Auntie to not be cancerous, she wants her Aunties to feel safe at home, she wants her family not to be afraid anymore when a group walks by their houses. And oh, does she want too, she wants to be famous and be powerful and make sure nothing ever hurts her community again. But the price for such an ask is one she can’t take. She instead, she wants an answer to a question she had been reading about in one of the math books.

For her, the Toll is a gentle breeze, the sound of cicadas, the smell of sparklers and the taste of home made pecan pie.

Jessie enters and Wants And Wants And Wants. She craves the power and ambition. At seventeen, she only had the broad shape of what she wanted. As an adult, she can describe the form and material of her desire, down to perfect detail. She bargains that her childhood memories, her emotions, hell, even her right leg, one of those should cover her desires.

The Toll goes silent.

It is the silence before a storm, the inhaled breath. And for once, Jessie realizes that she has made A Mistake.

See, here is the trick about the Toll. It only gives what you didn’t have. Jessie wanted Power and Ambition and Everything. She already had it. So, the Toll took, and took, and took. Jessie asked and what she was given was a new body, a stone body. She became a solid rock. Helpless, powerless and part of nothing. She will the spend the rest of her days howling inside a rock that only she could hear.

Cameron went home, bruised and a little bloody because she slipped and fell on the road and scrapped her knees. She got an answer to a question but forgot what the question was.

Dee’s lump was benign. Cee declares it was a high Power, Cameron argues that most lumps are benign anyway. The community slowly rebuilds itself, though the power from the boycott remains. And eventually, Cameron faces the real choice. Become the next gatekeeper of the Toll or move to a different life, a different place. And that’s where you, dear reader, get to decide on what choice she should make.

Anyway, so that’s what’s The Toll should’ve been about.

#The Toll #Reimagined #This got a bit long #I haven't written this much for fiction #in ages #horror #Southern gothic horror #book criticism #it's long and wordy #now I want pecan pie

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protect-the-umbrellas · 4 years ago

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So I’m watching tua for the fourth time in a row (as one does) and I noticed that the books on the shelf in episode 1 have a lot of foreshadowing in their titles.

From left to right:

- “The Desert of Love” by Francois Mauriac - A French novel about a father and son who love the same woman. Some themes include an inability to connect, loneliness, and miscommunication.

- 3 titles I can’t make out

- “The Undying Race” by René Milan - A French book about the rise and fall of civilizations (why does veggie have so many french books? a reference to the Eiffel tower plot line in the comics?)

- Unknown

- “The Highest Decibel” by Natasha Phillips - Not a real book. Probably a hint to Vanya’s powers

- “The Swedeen Process” (yes, swedeen) by Gary Hampton - Not a real book. I think it says process, but I can’t tell for sure. But this hints towards the Swedes in season 2

- “A Tramp Abroad” by Mark Twain - A book about too men who travel through central and southern Europe by foot.

- “A Theory on Quantum Physics and Temporal Displacement: second edition” - This one’s interesting. Temporal displacement is when an element from one time period gets continuously misplaced in different time periods. And if not corrected, a temporal displacement could have devastating effects on the timeline. This is a huge foreshadowing to the events in season 2!

- “Punishment and Reward: Disciplinary Strategies for Children and Animals” - From what I can tell this is not a real book. But it pretty much confirms the idea that Veggie saw the academy as animals, test subjects, not children.

- “Extra Ordinary” by Vanya Hargreeves

- “Driving in My Mother’s Car” by Lane - It’s not a real book. And I’m not sure what the meaning behind this one is either.

- 2 more titles that I can’t read

- “Higgins Methodology” by Sylvestre - Not a real book. But this one’s also interesting. This is a kind of training used on dogs involving obedience, repetition, and pressure to encourage cooperation through success. Again, this reinforces the idea that Veggie saw the children as animals - beings of another species.

- “Lunar Living” by Arthur Hewitt Chalmers - Not a real book. Hints that the moon plays a big part in the show.

- “Miguel Sousa Taveras” - Miguel Sousa Taveras is a Portuguese lawyer, journalist, and writer. I have no clue why this is here.

- “The Story Teller”

- “Appo” something. I can’t read the entire title.

Feel free to add on if there’s anything I missed!

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mihrimahsultan · 4 years ago

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❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the SULTANA MIHRIMAH SULTAN, from THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE. they are at best POLISHED, and at their worst FORCEFUL. whilst abroad, their ambition is to SUPPORT HER OLDER BROTHER AND SEEK A POSITION WORTHY OF HER STATUS AMONGST HER FATHER’S PLANS. SHE seems to remind everyone of BESTE KÖKDEMIR & THE SENSATION OF SILK AGAINST BARE SKIN, THE ROCK OF THE OCEAN SPLASHING AGAINST THE UNDERBELLY OF A SHIP & THE FLUSH OF FEATHERS BEATING AGAINST A GILDED CAGE.❞

and finally… (for now) i offer you the beautiful mihrimah !!

STATS.

full name — mihrimah (persian - ”light of the moon”) sultan (child of the sultan) titles — sultana of the ottoman empire (imperial princess) birthplace — edirne, eastern thrace, ottoman territory age — twenty (20) languages — ottoman turkish (mother-tongue), arabic (fluent), persian (few dialects), ottoman sign language (fluent), english (learning), french (learning), greek (few dialects) dynasty — osman

mother — haseki sultan nehir

father — sultan iskender

spouse — n/a

issue — n/a

siblings — older : unnamed son 🕇 older : melek sultan older : sezhade of the ottoman empire, heir presumptive older : sultana of the ottoman empire younger : ilaldi sultan younger : ayse sultan younger : hafsa sultan younger : emine sultan younger : sittisah sultan younger : beyhan sultan younger : sirin sultan younger : sehzade kasim younger : unborn sultan

other — grandmother : valide sultan mahidevran aunt : hurrem al-barracin consort to iskender : consort hiranur sultan consort to iskender : consort branimira of croatia brother-in-law : grand vizier rondulu selim pasha courtier - potential suitor : second vizier yazid ibrahim basturk pasha harem chief officer : chief steward of the imperial harem courtier : vadim, wallachian boyar of braila

zodiac — gemini religious affiliation — islam face claim — beste kokdemir height — 5′10″ recognisable features — raven locks that fall way past her shoulders, normally covered by a sheer veil but if you see her hair with your naked eye count yourself blessed.

HEADCANNONS

LIFE IN THE HAREM — it is all she has ever known, to be surrounded by love and women who filled her with an inflated ego, a currency known for her beauty and the dulcet tones fit for a woman of her standing. Due to such an upbringing she did not grow up to hate the woman who tore her father’s attention away from herself and her mother, but loyalty was wedged in deep between muscle and bone! The loyalty she upholds for her mother and older brother know no bounds, and may someday be her undoing if the next Sultan does not carry her true blood.

EDUCATION — Educated well, Mihrimah may have made a good Sultan if she had been born a boy. Nonetheless, she used her feminine whims to her advantage. Though, it is perhaps childish to flaunt such beauty in the eyes of men who see it as all they want. With dance and music, she expresses herself - long, delicate fingers playing to the tune to all who dare to listen. Such culture is praised amongst the women of the palace and the Osman dynasty, but Mihrimah plans to use such skills on many unsuspecting men - to wean out the weak from the strong, to unveil the ones who plan to betray her older brother or her father. She is, in her eyes even, a grand piece to the Sultan’s chessboard - if only he plans to use her more often. Her education has provided her with the gumption to take the reigns of an already crowded steps to the throne, but she does not desire such responsibility as of yet. Instead, she seeks to use her tongue (trained in many a language, that may leave the educated advisers of the Western realms at unease). She plans to take to Portugal as an envoy, to act as her father’s spy if needs will it. Though perhaps a spy is far too generous a word since she is not a coy woman and often boasts of her powers and natural features as if there was not an eye to see it.

MUSIC & DANCE — Though music and dance is a passion well-loved by the Sultana, Mihrimah has always found time and obsession with weaving. Her talent is famous amongst the noble ladies of the Ottoman Empire, and often she will display her woven beauties to the visitors and courtiers who peek with nosey eyes. Back within the palace she rarely took a toe outside, the Sultana has her own rooms lined with her art. She is known for it, but some may whisper that she is doomed to spend her life weaving rather than living - such cruel rumours are only laughed off by the Sultana, even if the question of her future hangs heavy around her neck.

LOYALTY — The loyalty she ties to her older brother is immovable. Such trust was born when the two children grew together, sharing tutors and governesses as they ran through the various halls of various estates. To say she loves him is misunderstood, she adores him. To her, he is her Sultan - above their father, and above their mother. But with such love comes danger; if she is to choose between the two men, who should she lay her allegiance with?

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends overseas (pen-pals, frenemies, bffs, the lot!), enemies she may sulk around, boys she commands for her own use, allegiances made for her brother the sehzade, allies she may count on to spread her own influence, and perhaps someone who can take her from simple daughter to wife and consort of the utmost importance.

INFLUENCES.

catherine howard (english history) bathsheba (the bible) sirens (folklore) aphrodite (greek mythology) grimhild (norse mythology) ramses (the prince of egypt) amy (young man with a horn) the comforters (rudyard kipling) rachel green (friends) oberyn martell (game of thrones) joan holloway (mad men) amy march (little women) gabrielle solis (desperate housewives) jackie burkhart (that 70s show) buffy summers (buffy the vampire slayer) lady (lady and the tramp) tahani al-jamil (the good place) nala (the lion king) elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean) daisy buchanan (the great gatsby) scarlet o’hara (gone with the wind) lydia bennet (pride and prejudice) princess jasmine (aladdin) marie (the aristrocats) madison li (fallout 3) blanche (a streetcar named desire) paula (the winter’s tale, shakespeare) mihrimah sultan (daughter of suleiman i, history)

#crhs.intro #YES #i finally did it #little late but i wanted it out there #hehe #i. / το τελευταίο έγκαυμα ενός λαμπτήρα ελιάς — study.

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okay but... the real challenge here is to Make every day relate to pasta

1. movies - lady and the tramp shit while they watch a movie absent mindedly eating spaghetti from the same plate bc they broke ass college students (roommate AU) who can only afford spaghetti for dinner and only had one clean plate

2. warmth - their power goes out and sero wants to eat his leftover macaroni and cheese before it goes bad in the fridge (since no power) but hes a lil bitch who wont eat it cold so todoroni warms it for him with his quirk (bonus: sero makes him blush and he accidentally sets the whole bowl on fire)

3. bonds - hardcore bondage that i don’t actually write much of bc this drabble is mostly about the aftercare, which includes sero making todoroni a big bowl of pasta (u can fight me on the ridiculousness of this but like,,, i’d keep a mother fucker around who made me pasta after sex. if u keep a brick of parmesan in the fridge just for me? marriage)

4. dawn - aged up husbands sleep talking fic where todoroki tries to wake sero up super early for… a flight or something it doesn’t matter and sero starts muttering about fuckin fettuccine and rigatoni in his sleep and todoroki is like wow i really married this weirdo ok but then sero reaches out for him in his now half-sleep and fuckin’ says ‘5 more minutes todoroni’ and damn if todoroki doesnt cave for that

5. forests - they go on a hike and todoroki gets left in charge of packing lunch so obvs they are having cold soba. this would be cute floof of them slurpin soba together alone in the forest after a long hike (ty bri this one was a close call)

6. near - they’re eating together in a group with other 1a kids and they’re already squished together bc they’re all in a booth and sero is like “here todoroki try my pasta” and he twirls him some on a fork and goes to hand it to him but then someone says something so he glances away and when he looks back TODORONI IS EATING IT STRAIGHT OFF THE FORK IN HIS HAND AND WOW HE IS CLOSE UP (are those freckles?) and surprise sero might have a crush

far (from @let-me-wander) - todoroki goes abroad to study with a world famous pasta chef, phone sex ensues (hey bri can u write me this pls)

7. FREE DAY BITCHES TIME FOR THE SEROROKI REINCARNATION AU/GLADIATOR AU COUNTERPART where this pining couple of pals also travels to Italy together and like damn every time they try to sit down for a nice pasta dinner they are getting the weirdest kinkiest thoughts (flashbacks to past lives) and “wow shouto why did you cut your hair?” “sero i’ve never… had long hair… what? also when did we start using first names?” “…these are…valid questions todoron- I MEAN TODOROKI”

#did u think i wouldnt rise to the challenge anon #seroroki #is this crack or am i really writing these who is to say #anon #seroroki week #ask arx

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