#alsatia

[ancestorsalive]

“In the 17th century, there existed, just outside the walls of the City Of London, near Farringdon, an area of lawlessness inhabited by rascals, vagabonds and ladies of the night, commonly known as Alsatia and beyond the reach of common law. In the book Wonderful London, it is suggested that the woman here may be a descendent of "one of the queans of Alsatia". The term "quean" is a wholly derogatory one, the implication being that this woman is either a prostitute, or a miscreant of an unknown variety. But if she could speak to us now, perhaps her story would contradict the rather unpleasant assumptions about her status.”

[mytastessuck]

Galneryus: Alsatia

I remember being on the Anime section of Awesome Music on TV Tropes and seeing a description for this song that goes as follows, paraphrased: "The theme song from Mnemosyne gets you revved up for a show with all your gory, raping, immortal lesbian needs!" The first thing I thought was, "Wow, I hope I never bump into whoever wrote that in real life." And my second thought after listening to it is "Damn, the Japanese own us at power metal."

Song Score: 12023/10

[uselesssimplesbian]

if its one thing imma do, its spam reblog for hours after forgetting my account exists for weeks, and then doing it all again in a few more weeks. i miss the days where i had buckets of freetime to scroll as i pleased

anyways i love these middle aged ppl so much bro 2000s jmetal and power metal is just stier and this is the best song to ever exist it really is dont argue with me you will lose because you are wrong if you disagree ALSATIA is the lords work.

and no i dont have premium buy it for me or stfu imma free user for life

[bygonely]

Alsatian Women in their Traditional Costumes and beautiful Headdress from the Early 20th Century

[postcard-from-the-past]

100 years ago:

Ribeauvillé by bracchettid on Flickr.

[fortunaestalta]

[doctor-octiddius]

I am once again drawing fanart of stuff that no one on this planet cares about :3

(Alsatia my gf)

[wizardelf]

Mäz (he/him) is a spellcaster prodigy and outsider of elven society. abandoned by his mother as a baby he was raised by his father, Neremyn, til he passed away from a plague when Mäz was (human equivalent) of age 12. since he was gifted at magic at such a young age it was decided he'd be raised by the local wizard, advisor, and borderline hermit, Hatharal. Hatharal was a kind but a bit of an awkward and cold caretaker since he really had no idea how to raise a child, but he did his best and Mäz was raised learning all he could about magic and world history.

from a young age Mäz felt different and isolated from his peers. he never had an exact reason (the actual reason is his autism. he struggles a lot with empathy and relationships but in this universe no such label exists) and was never exluded, but he realized quickly he would never "fit in" and felt a great deal of loneliness from this mental isolation (being raised by a fellow weirdo did not help).

when Mäz reached young adulthood he set out on a personal journey to learn more about himself and the world around him, as his little elven village was quite isolated from human civilizations. he traveled to the bordering human city, Alsatia, where he studied for the next 60yrs as an academic. he made few friends, humans finding him off-putting and cold, even for an elf. he studied to become a wizard and became a talented spellcaster in only 40yrs, and went on low-scale dungeon crawls for hire.

fast forward to present day, he is traveling with another party (our current dnd group) when he receives a letter from Hatharal, which asks him to return home. it's been 60yrs and Hatharal has been doing metamagic research and wants to show Mäz his breakthrough. Mäz travels home with his companions to discover that by the time they've returned, elves have been under seige by a beastman army, lead by cultists who want to revive Vecna's right hand and eye, imprisoned in ancient elven ruins lost to time.

now, Mäz has set out to find the imprisoned Hierophant and destroy it before the cult finds it and frees them instead.

if you read this whole thing and/or reblog this i luv you 😊❤️

[kathxrat-01]

Alsatia (Karelore)

Fanart of one of my friend's OC'S from their novel!

[fullmusicbardsquared]

guys guys this is the movie of all time GET THIS. the vietnam veteran brother of the dead toy guy hates the factory he inherited and heard about industrial espionage. and invited his son patrick played by ll cool j to stop being in the cia or whatever and work to stop spying in the toy company. and he is introduced by digging himself out of a couch that he was disguised as for a FIVE MINUTE SCENE of the vietnam man being taunted by robin williams with deviled eggs and magnets. he is disguised with flowery pillows. i am going insane. HIS MILITARY HAT IS THE SAME AS THE FABRIC OF THE COUCH. also Alsatia My Wife is eating white bread with vitamin pills and HOLY SHIT PATRICK'S MOM DIED OF APPENDICITIS IN VIETNAM WHO IS THIS MOVIE FOR

[mephorash]

the daughters of mnemosyne opening genuinely fucks so hard

[yes-bernie-stuff]

Texte de méditation :

Romano Guardini, Le Seigneur, Alsatia, 1945 :

« Au début de l’âge moderne, on a érigé en dogme que le christianisme est l’ennemi du corps. Mais ce mot est pris là au sens de l’Antiquité païenne, de la Renaissance ou de notre époque, il s’agit du corps détaché de Dieu et idolâtré pour lui-même. En réalité, le christianisme seul a osé placer le corps dans les profondeurs les plus cachées de Dieu. »

Joseph Ratzinger, Le Ressuscité, DDB, 1986 :

« La foi en la résurrection de Jésus est une confession de l’existence réelle de Dieu et une confession de son acte créateur, du oui inconditionnel par lequel Dieu se situe face à la création, à la matière. La parole de Dieu pénètre véritablement jusqu’aux profondeurs du corps. »

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[thesquireinvictus]

NASEBY

by: Thomas Babbington Macaulay (1800-1859)

H! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north, With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red? And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout? And whence be the grapes of the wine-press that ye tread?

Oh! evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit, And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod; For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong, Who sate in the high places and slew the saints of God.

It was about the noon of a glorious day of June, That we saw their banners dance and their cuirasses shine, And the man of blood was there, with his long essenced hair, And Astley, and Sir Marmaduke, and Rupert of the Rhine.

Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and his sword, The general rode along us to form us for the fight; When a murmuring sound broke out, and swelled into a shout Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's right.

And hark! like the roar of the billows on the shore, The cry of battle rises along their charging line: For God! for the Cause! for the Church! for the laws! For Charles, king of England, and Rupert of the Rhine!

The furious German comes, with his clarions and his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia and pages of Whitehall; They are bursting on our flanks! Grasp your pikes! Close your ranks! For Rupert never comes, but to conquer or to fall.

They are here -- they rush on -- we are broken -- we are gone -- Our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast. O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the right! Stand back to back, in God's name! and fight it to the last!

Stout Skippen hath a wound -- the centre hath given ground. Hark! Hark! what means the trampling of horsemen on our rear? Whose banner do I see, boys? 'Tis he! thank God! 'tis he, boys! Bear up another minute! Brave Oliver is here!

Their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row: Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the dikes, Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the accurst, And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes.

Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide Their coward heads, predestined to rot on Temple Bar; And he -- he turns! he flies! shame on those cruel eyes That bore to look on torture, and dare not look on war!

Ho, comrades! scour the plain; and ere ye strip the slain, First give another stab to make your search secure; Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad-pieces and lockets, The tokens of the wanton, the plunder of the poor.

Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox from her chambers in the rocks Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey.

Where be your tongues, that late mocked at heaven, and hell, and fate? And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades? Your perfumed satin clothes, your catches and your oaths? Your stage plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?

Down! down! forever down, with the mitre and the crown! With the Belial of the court, and the Mammon of the Pope! There is woe in Oxford halls, there is wail in Durham's stalls; The Jesuit smites his bosom, the bishop rends his cope.

And she of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills, And tremble when she thinks on the edge of England's sword; And the kings of earth in fear shall shudder when they hear What the hand of God hath wrought for the houses and the word!

[goliatheshead]

“Alsatia in London, was the name given to an area lying north of the River Thames covered by the Whitefriars monastery, to the south of the west end of Fleet Street and adjacent to the Temple. Between the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries it had the privilege of a sanctuary, except against a writ of the Lord Chief Justice or of the Lords of the Privy Council; and as a result it was the refuge of the perpetrators of every grade of crime, debauchery, and offence against the laws.”

https://www.definitions.net/definition/alsatia

[goawaygoongit]

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crotchety day i had so u know what that means....HIIT whilst watching robin williams movie thumbs up emoji