#corri english

[cormorant-red]

My second English paper piecing project is done!! Modeled by @solmicans, the birthday girl recipient. All hand-sewn, started in May and finished last week, just in time to start spending all my free time on a KAL instead.

[driftwooddestiel]

when someone asks me the name of brian jordan alvarez’s new show

[here-be-bec]

last line challenge

thank you for the tag @hastalavistabyebye, and also at some point i think @twainxavier and @holdingonforheaven?? it has been a minute, but i finally have some new writing to reply with!

from chapter 2 of 'lost and found':

Being around the other corries again is strange. Sometimes Fox finds himself wanting to reach out and touch them, like they might not actually be there, real, in front of him. It feels like a walking dream.

NPT: @myidealhousehaschickenfeet, @amberskyyking, anyone who tagged me because it has probably been long enough that you also have new stuff written, and anyone who sees this and wants to add their own!

[horizon-verizon]

Because of course Israel can do whatever the fuck it wants, right? They purposefully crushed Rachel Corrie to death and there wasn't so much of a stink then, the government not trying to hold Israel accountable in any way.

Citizens of Western countries are expendable when they cross over those invisible boundaries. I mean, all they really want is their tax money, what's one more outlier?

[therovers]

[rasairui]

Hey guys, today my english professor showed us a video he helped make on the Palestinian Cultural Palace. It's on a small youtube channel called the Rachel Corrie Foundation, run by the parents of the American peace activist who was murdered by an Israeli bulldozer while protesting a demolition campaign. It's a small channel, but I wanted to try and spread it a little. I'm going to reblog with links since as far as I know tumblr still likes being weird about those. Once I do, I'd appreciate it if you guys could spread it too.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I’m still thinking about riddles and riddle contests in folklore and I think that’s all down to the story of the Night Troll.

The Night Troll is an Icelandic folktale collected by Jón Árnason and tells of a young maid staying behind at the farm on Christmas Eve, even though most people who have done so before have ended up dead or driven mad. A troll attempts to gain entrance, but she keeps him at the window until the sun comes up and turns him to stone.

In the version I first encountered of this story, an English translation in The Enchanted World Series, the girl and the troll exchange riddles. One of which is the “thirty white horses on a red hill” riddle that Tolkien uses in The Hobbit. But in the version collected by Árnason there are no riddles. Instead the exchange is a rhyming back and forth, which reads like it ought to be sung:

The troll starts: “What a pretty hand you have, my quick one, my keen one, and diddly-doe.” The maid answers: “It has never raked the muck, my prowler, my Kári, and corry-roe.”

She continues to give a quick reply to every compliment, claiming her virtue every time. Until the final exchange:

“Day is dawning in the east, my quick one, my keen one, and diddly-doe.” “Stay and turn to stone, but be of harm to no one, my prowler, my Kári, and corry-roe.”

Of course this is a translation (by May and Hallberg Hallmundsson) and there are no notes provided on the significance of the rhyme, but this exchange is clearly about wit and quickness and – I extrapolate – the power of using the right kind of words in the right kind of rhythm.

It reminds me less of a riddle contest and more of the Welsh custom of the Mari Lwyd coming to your door at Christmas and singing the pwnco to deny access to the house. Here too the point is to answer quickly and cleverly (or amusingly), strictly following the tune and composition of a specific song (Cân y Fari). Although the festive Mari Lwyd does not need to be turned to stone, she and her cohorts can be plied with food and drink after they are let inside.

I love a good riddle contest, but I love the implication that some beings are just inherently bound by the power of words and song even more.

[scotianostra]

19th July 1654 saw a Royalist uprising in the Highlands, it was part what became known as The Glencairn Uprising.

This particular episode became known as the Battle of Dalnaspidal, but reading up on it, it was more of a skirmish or just a rout, the Kings men put up very little fight.

This was all part of a messy affair, which had it’s origins in The English Civil war, this particular era was however known as The War of the three Kingdoms. It was one of the last engagements of the war in Scotland bringing an end to the Royalist rising of 1651 to 1654.

Earl of Glencairn and raised an army mainly from Clan MacGregor. He would have no difficulty recruiting them because one of their opponents was the Earl of Argyll, a Campbell, one of their hereditary enemies.

Alexander, the 12th chief of the Robertson Clan, led his men from Fea Corrie. Both forces met above Annat and marched up the old path to Loch Garry.

On the evening of 19th July 1654, Thomas Morgan, Commander-in-Chief of the English army in Scotland surprised Royalist troops led by John Middleton, 1st Earl of Middleton near the loch at the Drumochter Pass. The Royalist horse had become separated from the foot. When Morgan’s superior forces advanced towards them, most of Middleton’s cavalry fled, leaving the infantry unprotected. As the cavalry continued to advance, the Royalist infantry also turned and ran.

The fight at Dalnaspidal broke the Royalist insurrection in the Highlands. Although wounded, Middleton managed to escape into the mountains, but he was never able to gather a substantial force again. General Monck wanted all the leaders of the uprising put to death, but the Protector and Council promised a pardon to all those who submitted William, Earl of Glencairn surrendered to General Monck in September 1654. Middleton escaped back to the Continent and rejoined Charles II in exile.

Much more on this at Clan Donnachaidh Society in the States of all places, sometimes you have to look afar to find details of our history…..

https://www.robertson.org/CW_Battle_of_Dalnaspidal.html

[lonelyredfox]

Thorn and Fox - Pride lore

I have too much lore on the drawing and no one to vent it to so I’m going to post it here.

I think Fox would describe Thorn as his sun. They’re the one who brighten up his day, who make everything more bearable. Fox seems to carry the whole planet on his shoulders and Thorn is always there trying to help him in whatever way they can. The little golden sun (tragus?) piercing in Thorn’s ear was a gift from Fox. They don’t have many credits, so Fox saves up for many months before he can buy it (and spends all the credits he has.) He wanted them to know that they’re his source of warmth, his comfort and one of the few things in his life that still give him hope. When he gave it to them, he said that their love shines brighter than any sun could. Thorn never takes it out, only to clean it occasionally.

Fox is Thorn’s moon. He’s the brightest source of light during their darkest times. He’s the one who takes care of the whole Guard. Who protects their shinies from senators and the other evils on Coruscant, that no amount of training could have prepared them for. One night Thorn tells Fox exactly that. Fox replies that the moon can only shine because it reflects the light of the sun. If Thorn cried, no one had to know. They decide that they want to gift Fox something as well. It has to be something subtle that won’t be noticed and won’t get in the way (Piercings don’t matter because the Guard isn’t ever allowed to take their helmets of outside of their barracks). He gets him a (tragus??) piercing as well. A silver one that looks like it has thorns surrounding it. Fox is over the moon (HA!).

While buying the piercing for Fox (which also cost a significant amount of credits) Thorn finds the little fox earring. They can’t afford it, but the salesperson finds them so sweet that they gift it to them. (It’s the middle of the war and the shop is one of the few that still allowed clones. The owner is a nice Trandoshan. The piercings were objectively not expensive at all. The Guard didn’t really get leave and that’s the only time when the troopers are given money, hence why they all have to throw their credits together to buy a single bottle of alcohol. Also, Stone, Thire, Hound and the Corrie CMO (Break?) somehow found out about the gifts the two were giving to each other so they all secretly put some credits into the stash.) The little Fox will always remind Thorn of him. When Fox sees it he hugs them and doesn’t let go for a long while.

After the war and without the barrier the helmet provided Fox gets increasingly insecure about his scars. Thorn makes sure to remind him everyday that they’re just a sign that he survived and that he saved others. Thorn is not as confident with their scars at they let on but Fox makes sure they know how beautiful they still are

Fox calls Thorn tran (sun) or tranyc (lit. star-burned but translated with ‘sunny’). The first time he called them that Thorn’s smile was so bright it complemented the name perfectly.

Thorns tattoos are the wings that are also painted on his helmet.

The Guard crest was already there for a few months while the Mythosaur in Fox’s tattoo was added shortly before the end of the war when the Guard collectively agreed that Fox was more mandokarla than anyone else. The smoke between the symbols represents the shadows they had to walk through and the generally shady atmosphere in the Core. (The skull in between stands for the death they escaped.)

The ten-ten (his CC number) was tattooed on him by someone Palpatine hired. He wanted to make sure Fox would never forget his place. Fox despised the tattoo with every fibre of his being. He saw it as a symbol of all his failures for a long time but learned to live with it. When he had the option the get rid of it, he declines.

(please have mercy on my writing, English isn't my first language)

[kino-rogers]

He is always a call away (Tangerine/Reader)

Word count: 825 (reasonably short and sweet)

Song: 0800 HEAVEN | Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson (listen, I know the vibes don't fit but the lyrics inspired me to write this aha)

Short summary: Bullet Train happens and everything goes down as it does in the film. Reader is trying to process that Tangerine won't come home again.

Warnings: Canon typical swearing, angst, (light) past trauma mention

notes: thank you @nocturnest for jumping on this to fix my broken English and being a wonderful beta!! what an intro but uh [coughs] i'm already excited to write more for this fandom (bits in which Tangie is very much alive ehehe) anywaayyy, hope you guys like this!! - 🥝

It's not been the… easiest time - it has to be said.

Since that phone call from Lemon, you've been struggling with sleep. It doesn't show in your work, of course. Keeping up appearances has always come to you rather naturally. Some of it being from your repressed trauma, that even years of therapy barely scratched the surface of, but also because of your line of work too. It doesn't sit well to be an emotional wreck after every kill you're paid to do.

The call was from a number you didn't recognise. The passing sound of traffic suggested it's from a payphone as Lemon sighed heavily down the line.

"You lost your phone? On a train?" You answered the call lightheartedly and you recognized his sigh immediately, you hoped it was just a release of pent up tension over a job well finished. Although, the fact that Lemon was the one to call, put you on edge, hoping it's not coming through your pretend jolliness.

"He's gone." His statement was simple and sudden. The tone, stone cold, as his voice was raspy, possibly from crying.

"Who's gone, Lemon?"

Your throat ran dry as you swallowed around a lump. Your chest quickly tightened as you tried to piece together what he could have meant. You couldn't- no, didn't want to think about the most likely possibility.

"Tan-" He took a pause, cleared his throat before continuing. "Tangerine, was shot in the neck, he is gone."

It's not like you guys were dating, no, it wasn't anything like that. Neither of you had the emotional capacity for that. What, with your jobs requiring you to spend weeks, months away from each other at a time, sometimes in different countries, opposite sides of the world. But he was the first person, in a long while, that you genuinely cared for.

~~~

You turn to your bedside table, glance at the alarm clock there. Its digital display shines in orange numbers, 01:54.

It's a month, today.

You suddenly have a stupid idea. What would happen if you called his number? Last time you checked it was still live, it'd probably just take you to voicemail. Weirdly, your therapist at your last session suggested writing letters to him, in your bereavement. Bereavement. Such a weird word. You're not even sure that's what this is. But maybe leaving a voicemail would be an equivalent. Maybe he can listen to his voicemails, wherever he is. You scoff at the fleeting thought but reach for your phone anyway.

Tangie is still in your recent calls. You tap the saved contact and wait for it to ring.

You're not expecting anyone to answer, of course not. Your grief hasn't driven you completely nuts. But as the phone rings, you can't help but think about getting to talk to him, just once more. By some divine intervention, you'd be connected through to him, in the afterlife and you could tell him everything you couldn't the last time you spoke.

"-after the beep BEEP"

"Hi Tangie," You scoff in embarrassment, not really sure why you're doing this anymore. "I uh,"

You sigh heavily, all too aware of the silence the machine is expecting you to fill. You sniffle as you start to speak again.

"I know you won't hear this. That… Isn't really the point." You draw a shaky breath. "I know who did it though. Well, knew. Lemon and I took him out last week. What kind of an assassin's name is Ladybug anyway?" You snicker. Can't avoid the tightness in your chest though.

"I just… I dunno. Apparently I should be writing letters to you, as if I could send them off with a pigeon and they'd get to wherever the fuck you are. So, this is the next best thing. If this was anyone else, you'd tell me to fuck off and to suck it up. We always were on the same wavelength, when it came to feelings." Your chest deflates with a long exhale as you realise you need to stop dancing around whatever it is you're trying to say here.

"I guess I just wanted to tell you I really fucking miss you." You sniffle again, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. "I miss your stupid grin, your teasing, your annoyingly cocky attitude, your… The way you looked at me."

"I wish you were here right now so I could tell you I love you. I wish I didn't, I really goddamn wish I didn't care for you so much but I fucking love you. And I hate that I can't see your face as I told you, for the first time. Please call me back."

You bury your face in your pillow and you howl into it, sobs shaking your body as the voicemail recording is saved and you continue to wallow in your bereavement. You're supposed to be feeling better. You need to stop paying your therapist.

[deepdeanvsweston]

Amina El Maghrabi headcanons?

Wrote the majority of these during breaks on a 7½ hour first aid course so ty anon for keeping me entertained (Would like to quickly point out that I listened carefully and demonstrated adeptly and first-aided responsibly to those potentially worried 🤨🤨🤨)

Also I haven't read Death Sets Sail in ages so please forgive anything that's like contradictory

- history buff but only about the subjects she really really loves, like the Napoleonic wars she could not care less about

- so history is actually her worst subject because it's all boring English kings and queens to her

- big believer in 'those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it'

- especially when she's pulling pranks, she can be like 'oh well can't pull that prank on Mrs so-and-so because Clem says she can't take a joke, but Mademoiselle loves silly things like this so I'll do it in class next Tuesday...'

- LESBIAN

- in a modern au she watches St Trinian's to prepare for English boarding school and essentially the lesbianism spiralled from there

- in canon, Amina is that 1 quote where it's like 'i can accept liking girls but I can't accept not liking boys'

- LOVES the soaps like corry street, eastenders and holby city

- can never watch them around George or Daisy though because George will point out medical bad practice and Daisy will work out like. who's having affair with who or whatever

- ("It's just logic, Min, I can't help pointing it out!"

"You could try!")

- really hates gossip and gossipers though, considers them the lowest of the low

- Daisy's academic rival. Not officially, because they're both aware of appearances and being seen as swots so they'll stay an acceptable middle of the class

- but everyone knows if it ever came down to it properly, those two would be neck and neck

- had a thing going with Kitty for about 3 weeks but it fizzled out to nothing

- there's no animosity between them but Kitty did swear her to secrecy

- I always headcannon Hazel as becoming headgirl, who then chooses Amina to be deputy head, of course

- she's a good deputy head because she's very passionate about nearly everything

- you could go to her just to simply complain that you'd been given an extra 50 words on an essay that week and she'd be like "that's absolutely DESPICABLE. How could she!?"

- terrible at most sports as she's quite uncoordinated, but noone has actually realised this as she's good at looking like she's doing something

- but has somehow managed to finesse her way into being a lacrosse coach because she's good at strategy

- and she's good at that from coordinating all the pranks she pulls

- SHIT at sewing, always comes back from darning class with pinpricks on her fingers

- really into haircare, finds it really therapeutic and calming

- does spend an absolute age in the shower though

- nearly keels over and dies when she sees Daisy drag a brush through her hair like, once and then leave the house

- (it still looks perfect somehow as this is Daisy Wells, but Amina stands by the fact that this is "absolutely not the point")

- will stay in bed up until the last possible moment in the morning not because she's asleep, but because she can't stand the cold of English mornings

- (doesn't help that Matron keeps the windows open in the dorm)

- do not wake her up before till the morning bell goes off, she will plot your death

Hope these are ok :)

[dickfuckk]

A list of season 2 cast and crew members, confirmed and speculated

I will try and keep this updated

Not counting the obvious ones

Please note that this is a list of both cast and crew members, so PAs and such are also included and not just actors

Also if you're interested: on my bts instagram I only follow people who have worked on season 1, and people I suspect worked on season 2. So feel free to go through the list of people I follow if you're into that

A

Aaron Morton (Camera) - he’s listed on the very last picture as the camera-man

Adam Stein(Writer)

Alan F. (English solider)

Alexandria S.

Alison Telford (Casting)

Alistair Gregory - from this tweet so uncertain, but followed me back on my bts instagram account so seems to have some interest in ofmd

Amy Barber (Sound department)

Amy Tunnicliffe

Amanda Grace Leo

Amanda M. (Wedding guest)

Andrea Basile (Costume)

Andres Gomez Zamora (Visual effects)

Andrew DeYoung (Director) - I don’t remember if there was any other reason than the fact that he was in Aotearoa during filming

Andy McLaren (senior art director)

Andy Rydzewksi (Cinematographer)

Angelina Faulkner (Sound department)

B

Blair Nicholson (Camera)

Blair Teesdale (Camera)

Brad Coleman (Visual effects)

Brad McLeod (Special effects)

Brian Badie (Hairstylist)

Bronson Pinchot (“Torturer”)

Bryn Seager - I don’t remember why but I follow him

Bryony Matthew (Food stylist)

C

Caleb Staines (Camera)

Chantel Partamian (Visual effects)

Colin Elms (Art department)

Colin Rogers (Sound department)

Cora Montalban (Makeup and/or hairstylist) - I believe she was tagged in an instagram story once, and she’s followed by a ton of cast and crew members

Corrin Ellingford (Sound department)

Corey Moana (Camera)

Corry Greig (Art department)

Coti Herrera (Prosthetics/Makeup)

D

Damian Del Borrello (Sound department)

Daniel Fernandez (Spanish priest)

Danica Duan (Assistan accountant)

David Boden (production manager)

David G. (Stand in)

David Rowell (Financial controller)

David Van Dyke (Visual effects)

Dennis Bailey (Hairstylist)- Leslie revealed that he’s there.

Dion Anderson (Rescue diver)

Don A. (Swampy Town folk)

Donna Pearman (Assistant accountant)

Donna Marinkovich (set decorator)

Doug McFarlene (Pirate)

Duncan Nairn (Visual effects)

E

Eliza Cossio (Writer)

Erroll Shand (Prince Ricky)

Esther Mitchell (Camera)

F

Fernando Frias (Director)

G

Gareth Van Niekerk (Sound department)

Gary Archer (dental prosthetics)

Gemma Campbell (Visual effects)

Grant Lobban

Greg Sager (Safety manager)

Gregor Harris (Camera)

Gregory J. Pawlik Jr. (AD)

Gypsy Taylor (Costume designer)

H

Haroun Barazanchi (Set designer)

Harry Ashby (AD)

Helene Wong (Voice work)

I-J

Jacob Tomuri (Stunts)

Jaden McLeod

James Crosthwaite (Set decorator)

Jamie Couper (Camera)

Jason Samoa, possibly spotted on location

Jemaine Clement, pretty sure this is only based on his friendship with Rhys and Taika tbh

Jes Tom (Writer)

Jessica Lee Hunt (Makeup artist) - followed by a ton of crew and cast members and I believe she’s been tagged in instagram stories and such

John Mahone (Writer)

Jonathan Bruce (Sound department)

Jono Capel-Baker (Groom)

Jonno Roberts didn’t get the role from his audition, but could still have gotten a different role - hung out with Ruibo

Judah Getz (Sound department)

Julia Huberman (Sound department)

Julia Thompson (Costume)

Justin Benn (Republic of Pirates Town)

K

Karl L. (Action extra)

Kate Fu

Kate Leonard (Casting)

Kathleen Zyka Smith (“Red Flag”)

Kosuke Iijima (Fabricator/Sculptor?) - due to interaction on this post

Kris Gillan (Fabricator/Sculptor)

Kura Forrester - followed by quite a few cast and crew members, but I don’t remember if there was anything else to it

L

Laura Stables (SFX makeup artist)

Leanne Evans (Art department)

Lee Tuson

Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie) - she’s spoiled this so many times, but gjfhdks

Leyla - followed by a lot of cast and crew members, don’t remember if there was more to it than that

Lindsey Cantrell (Set decorator)

Louis Flavell Birch (Blue coat)

Luke V. (Stand in)

[vibrantshoyo]

Right so like you know how Torao -> Traffy in the official English translations. Would Cora be Corao -> Corazzy,,,? Corry,,,Coral,,,maybe just Traffy’s Dad? I can’t imagine he’d call him Roci lol

[sgiandubh]

Sunday Sounds: Prestonpans, again

I almost forgot about them, because I am up to my neck in that spirits thing - a self-inflicted yoke, to speak so, but for the cause (also, I was constantly interrupted by, in no particular order: Anons, phone calls, washing machine, etc). So, here goes - and when in doubt, always go for The Corries, if you ask me:

“And here’s one from the ’45,” he said. “This one is from the famous battle of Prestonpans, at which the Highland Army of Charles Stuart routed a much greater English force, under the command of General Jonathan Cope.”

There was an appreciative murmur from the crowd, for many of whom the song was plainly an old favorite, quickly shushed as Roger’s fingers plucked out the marching line.

            “Cope sent a challenge from Dunbar

            Sayin’ ‘Charlie, meet me, and ye daur

            An’ I’ll learn ye the art o’ war

            If ye’ll meet me in the mornin’.’ ”

He bent his head over the strings, nodding to the crowd to join in the jeering chorus.

            “Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye walkin’ yet?

            And are your drums a-beatin’ yet?

            If ye were walkin’, I would wait

            Tae gang tae the coals in the mornin’!”

Brianna felt a sudden prickle at the roots of her hair that had nothing to do with singer or crowd, but with the song itself.

            “When Charlie looked the letter upon,

            He drew his sword the scabbard from,

            Come, follow me, my merry men,

            And we’ll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning!”

“No,” she whispered, her fingers cold on the smooth brown envelope. Come follow me, my merry men … They’d been there—both her parents. It was her father who had charged the field at Preston, his broadsword and his targe in his hands.

            “… For it will be a bluidie morning!”

            “Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye walkin’ yet?

            And are your drums a-beatin’ yet?…”

The voices rose around her in a roar of approbation as they joined in the chorus. She had a moment of rising panic, when she would have fled away like Johnnie Cope, but it passed, leaving her buffeted by emotion as much as by the music.

            “In faith, quo Johnnie, I got sic flegs,

            Wi’ their claymores an’ philabegs,

            Gin I face them again, de’il brak my legs,

            So I wish you a’ good morning!

            Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye walkin’ yet?…”

(Diana Gabaldon - Drums of Autumn)

[toomagazineperfection]

A sight of her travel.

A light of her shawl.

He makes her for him at night subdue times.

I don't make happen a lover to his lie.

A travel of her night is yours.

He loves like the English language learns crude.

A translater at work.

A love's wife transmutes a corry-bane love story.

A man at keeping her love-eyes.

A thought of sight-seeing loves.

A love that is proud of his thesis girl.

A man who loves might.

A love pronounces her for him.

A smoke bowl boy with nudges.

He cats over me to say his love you.

Sunidhi

[legendary-cucumberdragon]

I will just share some videos about much is Israhell protected by Germany and the USA and how many fucks Israhellis give about their protectors and investors.

(This videos only have German subtitles but it is in English. It is about police violence against protestors in Germany especially in Berlin)

That was during a football game, when a celtic fan was attacked because he held the Palestinian flag.

Look how Israhelli protestors are protected instead

Now you see how German are "respected" there and what they think about anybody else who is not seen as "Israhelli"

They do this to everyone, this is not a single occurrence. Christians there are living in constant harassment. They being insulted, attacked and being spitted on.

Let's not forget that these guys enjoy their privileges from Western nations, but in their mind everyone who is not them is not worthy to be treated with respect.

Let's not forget that they not only attack or harrass every "outsider" but also don't hesitate to shot anyone of their "allies" or people from "allied" western nations. For example Rachel Corrie or Ayşenur Ezgi Eygi ... one of many victims under the rassist apartheid state.