#a passionate apprentice

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”

[cocolechatnoir]

birthday girl 🥂

— Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

[text ID: All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.]

[yuri-puppies]

another day, another giggling fit over this panel

he's literally behind the throne

whispering in his ear like it's his job 🤭🤭🤭

[fl1pp1ngart1st]

*GOD* I Love This Fucking Arc!

[gr33nhouse-ghost]

i like to imagine that the apprentices propose traps in a presentation night format. dioramas are required and they get graded at the end. there probably isn't a gold star sticker system in place, but amanda and hoffman are keeping track mentally of who gets better grades

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Collab with @burnin0akleaves ! Check out his side here! Tysm to him asking me to collab on this bc I had so much fun aaaa and his side looks so good so yes I am threatening you to go look at it

Damn don’t you hate it when your “friend” saves your life but won’t get off your dick for like 2 seconds for you explain that you in fact do not have multiple stab wounds to the chest?

This is legit one of my favorite scenes in the series (this whole book was made for the Whorace girlies I swear. Wait wdym Will and Alyss profess they’re love to each other?) I had so much fun making this!!

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Two small moments, chapters apart, from Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, which made me want to tear up

The context is that Frieren is an elf mage whose party saved the world decades ago, but to her the adventure was a ten-year blip in her centuries-long life. She's trying to connect to people better now, as she and her new apprentice collect spells and do odd jobs which seemingly have no purpose... until you learn what the deeper context is

(right after those first panels they visit an old statue built to honor an old adventuring companion, which has rusted over with age)

[wehavewords]

“August over at last thank goodness! Never was there such a long month. If only September too were.”

Virginia Woolf, Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

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𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

hello!! <3 i'm on time! yay!

thank you to the lovely @skyrim-forever for tagging me this week!!

tagging the fantastic @orfeoarte @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @wispstalk @dirty-bosmer

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this is a long excerpt from chapter 36 of Cycle of the Serpent, where wyndrelis is busy doing some research, and meeting the "youngest bard at the bard's college", who i hope to give more life in the fic. <3

The library of the Bard's College was a large, open room, with a few chairs and the many vaulted windows which allowed pools of sunlight to form on the stone floors, lined with expensive rugs made by former students or commissioned for the college. A couple of marble busts sat on pedastals and stared out at the people who flitted in and out of the room, famous poets of Skyrim's torrid history, their faces forever preserved in flattering angles. The Dunmer made his way to one of the larger shelves, pressing a grey finger gingerly to the spines as he muttered their names under his breath. Each one left him more disappointed than the one before it, his focus glued to the backs of the leather-bound tomes. The Real Barenziah, The Askelde Men, Feyfolken, Songs of Skyrim… "What're you looking for?" The voice nearly startled him out of his skin, Wyndrelis jolting as he turned to face the speaker. A young, Redguard man stood with a hand on one hip, his dark blue, puff-sleeved shirt accented with gold bordering around the neckhole. His vest was an equally bright shade of gold, fastened with mammoth ivory buttons. Wyndrelis took in the sight of him, his bright smile, his cocked brow, and the extravagance of his clothing. "Do all bards dress so… Over the top?" Wyndrelis forced a nervous chuckle as the words left his mouth. The man waved a hand, dismissing the notion. "Trust me, when you meet Lady Ateia or Headmaster Viarmo, this will look tame by comparison."

He bit his tongue, not sure how to tell the man that he had met Viarmo, and gods, he was right. This was tame. When he turned his attention back to the bard, his hand was outstretched, and Wyndrelis awkwardly shook it. "Ataf. Youngest bard at the Bard's College!" "Is that so?" He thought back to Athenath, and gave the other a closer look, figuring them to be around the same age. "Um- Wyndrelis Femer." "You're one of the new students, then? I'd heard Giraud mention that we had some elves join. He was excited, I can tell you that. It's been a while since we had new prospective bards join." The Dunmer glanced to the bookshelf, then back to Ataf. "Hm, I see. Yes, um- myself and a couple of friends, we joined because one of them was already heading this way, so we figured…" he trailed off, unsure how to glaze over the details of the past few weeks without bringing up the dragons. So, he simply let the words die, and Ataf seemed satisfied enough with this answer. "That's great, genuinely. This war's made it hard for the college to get any new students, and… Well, anyways, enough rambling. What're you looking for? I saw you kinda peering over the shelf, is there anything specific?" The eagerness of the man unsettled him. Perhaps Wyndrelis was unused to people speaking so much. Aside from Athenath, this seemed to be the most talkative person he'd run into in a very long time. He shifted his attentions back to the shelf, scanning the spines and frowning. "Yes, but I'm not certain what the title is." "We can narrow by genre, if that helps."

It did. "History." "Oh, then you're in the wrong section." Ataf waved for Wyndrelis to follow him, the Dunmer knitting his brow. "The histories are over here. Largest section, aside from our poetry and song collections. I've been here a little while, so I've spent my fair share of time curled up in this very chair," he gestured to a worn, wooden-framed chair, cushioned seats flattened from years of use, "are you looking for materials for Giraud's class?" Wyndrelis shook his head. "I'm actually hoping I could learn a little more about this city. Or Haafingar Hold as a whole, I think." When Ataf lead him to a smaller corner of the shelf, he pointed to the right books. Wyndrelis' magicka formed in his hand as a soft, blue glow, before stretching out and grasping the first book, then the second, then a third and fourth, piling them up into the chair. Ataf stared a moment, flicking his gaze from the Dunmer's hand, then his face. "A mage, huh? So, why aren't you in Winterhold?" The curiosity seemed well-placed, but the fact he wasn't in Winterhold - or rather, had been prevented from heading there entirely - burned at the back of his neck, and across his cheeks and atop his ears. Wyndrelis shrugged. "I would be, but… Things got complicated, I suppose. And now I am here, and I'd like to stay a while." Ataf explained the sections of the shelves, where he could find what books, his knowledge of the college itself funneled into his words and his passionate voice. Clearly, Ataf had been at the college for some time, and his enjoyment of the place sprawled across his features and through to his words. When the conversation lulled and Ataf rushed to join another year-round student - a young woman named Illdi, Wyndrelis gathered - he sat in the chair, setting the books on the table next to him, and began to flip through the pages idly.

The days since the trio had arrived in Solitude had been a flurry of deeds to be done, deals to be struck, and responsibilities to spend their time wrapping up. Rarely, moments to breathe would seep into their day. Now that there was time, Wyndrelis had his curiosities, and the desire to satiate them like a burrowing hunger through his gut. And, of course, the nightmares. Wyndrelis seldom dreamt. This had been a fact his entire life. It was one that his siblings would joke about being his "curse" in their bloodline, as so many of them suffered vivid dreams, but he spent the majority of his life without, simply falling into blanketed darkness that sped him into the next day. Since arriving in Solitude, he had suffered nightmares, some very small and fragmented, as though washed up on a sea of black sand. Others vivid, warm, tangible. As though thrust like a fist into a toy fortress of wood, crushing peace to pieces. Some woke him, others he slept through. The first was of twin fires, of a clocktower in his hometown and the fires of Helgen. The next was of dragons, hundreds of them in all different colors, flying overhead until they blotted out the sky. Chief among them was that serpentine shape, the black-winged, red-eyed beast who'd lunged the rest of Wyndrelis' life thus far into chaos. That shape ever grew throughout the dream, until he outgrew Nirn itself, until the world was nothing but the size of a small berry that the dragon devoured. He'd woken up with a start after that one. It had been the night before they set out to Fort Hraggstad, and he'd been lucky not to wake the other two. He could still feel the cold sweat down his back as he reflected on it, and shuddered. All he could do now was seek answers.

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Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in "A Passionate apprentice: the early Journals,"

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i love making up wc aus in my head yayayaya

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Why Qimir is wrong- an essay

First of all I’ll like to say that the following observations are based on the six episodes we’ve seen so far of The Acolyte and I have no idea what will happen in the next two.

Also, Qimir is as hot as Mustafar.

There has been a lot of concern until now (especially if you judge it by the headlines of most YouTube videos) that this show might be all anti-Jedi centred and might praise to much the villains. Like so many speculations, theories and concerns right now floating through the internet I thought them unneeded and haven’t been proven wrong as yet. Most good stories rely on the fact that it is more interesting if you can understand from where both sides are coming from and, if we are going to stick to Star Wars, the prequels were basically nothing more then an attempt to showcase where Darth Vader was coming from. Everybody praised Avengers: Infinity War for having Thanos be a complex character, so why shouldn’t The Acolyte have witches and Sith we are curious to know more about? Does that automatically make the show be anti-Jedi and Light Side? No, no it doesn’t. 

But while I think the show has as yet a rather balanced outlook at characters believes and positions, and understands what is right and what is wrong, I do wonder at those from the audience who might think the show says “Qimir is right”

Well, I say “Qimir is wrong” And here’s why:

The most prevailing argument that he is making of why the Jedi are wrong, and that he (as a Dark Side user) has a right to exist is: Freedom. Everybody should have the freedom to do as he or she pleases, no limitations, follow your emotions because they are always right, power is a mighty weapon, no law should limit myself from expressing my individuality etc. But things aren’t that black and white as he paints them to be, aren’t they? Because “freedom” means responsibility, you CANNOT just do as you pleases, your emotions can blind you, the rules of society keep us united. It isn’t just about using the Force freely. It isn’t just the Jedi who are worried about Dark Side users, it’s the Republic. 

The reason only Jedi are trained to use their powers is to prevent another Galaxy wide conflict like there was 1000 yers ago. Not every child sensitive in the Force is excepted into the Order nor does every family agree to send their child away, and that is okay because if not used the powers do not limit the person in his path later in life, except prevent psychotic mass murderers from wrecking havoc. (Insert tumblr joke).

It is always brought up how Jedi are against attachment and romantic relationships- well I haven’t seen a Sith romance last very long, did you? Does their way of thinking really support a quiet family life? Did Anakin say yes to Padme when she asked him to leave everything behind and be there for her and their child? I see always this argument of “Jedi can’t love” as a fact and exclusively bad thing, when the concept of monastic life is anything but coldhearted and anti-love. All the Jedi we’ve met here so far have been nothing but kind- even Yord. Why couldn’t friendships be based on really deep connections? Why should the personal gratification of oneself be the way to limit oneself in life? Qimir said there is no romantic love, no family life possible as a Jedi- yes but only because (from a Catholic point of view) we know family love and the love between two people is the most noble and worthy thing to strive for, so when you exclude yourself from that equation it isn’t because you don’t value them but because you value them so much that you are making a sacrifice to forgo this path and give yourself up to spiritual servitude to (insert your faith) and society as a whole. This concept may look odd to people from a secular worldview, but to millions of believers (Christian, Hindi, Buddhist or Shinto) it is a very valid concept. 

Where does love have its place in Qimir’s worldview? Survival of the fittest? He tells Osha her feelings for Jecki would have always stayed on sided- so it was ok to kill her? Because my feelings alone are valid, everyone else is wrong? Isn’t that the lonely path?

"When you loose everything you're finally free"- Qimir, ep6 Teach/Corrupt

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Robin Needs Help.

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