#limerick mint

[limerickshere]

This LGBT thing's a trip -

If genders you don't want to skip,

To find a real winner

If you're a beginner,

A good one is mint chocolate chip

Hey I’m new to this whole lgbt thing, what gender would you recommend for a beginner?

Mint chocolate chip

[alchemistc]

Moon Breaks Knight | Chapter Four

The magic required a sacrifice, as well. A word, a song, a blessing or a drop of blood, the magic took them all just the same, and in return, it gave what it could back. He'd seen the effects of magic done without self-sacrifice. It was brutal, unfeeling magic that left scars in the earth it was cast on, and scars in the souls of its casters. It was the sort of magic that made Eddie 's skin crawl, the sort of magic that could create the monsters that haunted Gareth's nightmares. Gareth taught the birch trees dirty limericks in exchange for the sap they used to polish the chair Max had built for them. He bartered puns and wordplay to the scattered patches of mint that kept trying to grow over the seedlings Gareth had planted for his siblings above each of their stone markers, and traded the rhythmic beat of his fingertips drumming over any available surface for the ripest strawberries, the sweetest honeyberries.

Read on ao3!

Make sure to leave @kaspurrcat some love for the amazing artwork she made for this chapter!!

[strawberryblondebutch]

okay now we're discussing alcohol-preferred irish cream (mine was Bailey's then they started using vodka and I tried St. Brendan's and I really like it)

Also is liking gin a stain on the bloodline if you're not English

I break my “do not drive to New Jersey” rule for one reason and one reason only: Fennelly’s mint Irish cream. The liquor cabal in PA doesn’t sell it but the Cherry Hill Total Win does

I personally don’t like gin but my late grandfather, a born-and-bred Limerick guy, couldn’t get enough of the stuff, so I give it a pass

[oldcurrencyexchange]

Irish Coin Daily: King John’s Silver Halfpenny (Limerick Mint) Moneyer: Wace

Irish Coin Daily: King John’s Silver Halfpenny (Limerick Mint) Moneyer: Wace

Date: 1205-1211

John (as King, 1199-1216), REX Coinage, Silver Halfpenny, Limerick mint signature, Moneyer: Wace

Description:

John (as King of Ireland), Silver Halfpenny, Limerick Mint signature (LI). Moneyer: Wace

Weight: 0.70g

Grade:

Good Fine (gF)

Rare

References:

S. 6232

D&F 51

Obverse:

Crowned facing bust, holding cruciform scepter; rosette to right; all within triangle

 Legend:

IOJ HN NE

[larrylimericks]

20Nov21

At L.A. 3, health was the focus: H stopped the show right when he noticed An unwell fan in the pit, A dose of Medicine hit, And “My therapist’s here!” Harry told us.

[sgrumby]

Lup licks her lips nervously as Barry examines the sword. It's ornately carved, clearly ornamental, but sturdy enough to do some real damage. The hilt is a dark, expensive wood, and the blade is an iridescent metal that seems so sharp it'd cut concrete.

"Oh," he says. "Thanks? I, uh, it looks real nice?"

What?

She'd given him a sword - a damn fine sword, one she'd spent a lot of gold on having custom-made - for the fifth of May, and he'd said thanks?

She stammers her excuses and slinks back to her room.

This is the clearest rejection yet. This is worse than the time he'd invited Magnus along to the Midwinter Feast. It's worse than the time she'd presented him with a sprig of mint and he'd put it in the pot she'd been cooking in. It's worse than when she'd baked a necklace into his pudding, and she'd thought nothing could top that, because she'd almost had to perform the Heimlich maneuver.

Well, it's obvious this time. Well and truly obvious. He really doesn't want to date her. She's just gonna have to suck it up and deal with this stupid fucking crush on her own.

-

Barry gulps and pulls the box from his desk drawer, and slides it across the lab table to her. "Uh, here, Lup, I thought - well, I mean, I thought you'd like them."

"Oh, sweet!" She exclaims, pulling the ribbon to open the box. "Yo, Ko, come and get some Barry chocolates!"

"Shit, Barold, you've been holding out on us," her brother says, appearing behind him. "These look expensive. Dibs on the strawberry liqueur -"

"Fuck off, Ko, I got to them first!" She yells, scooping up the red heart-shaped tray and holding it close to her chest. "You can have the orange!"

Well. That's a pretty clear sign she's not interested in him. He'd made her so uncomfortable she'd had to call Taako in to defuse the situation, and that's the last thing he'd wanted.

This is worse than the time he'd bought her flowers on Valentine's Day. It's worse than when he'd bought her a teddy in blue jeans at a faire. It's worse than when he spent hours pouring his soul into romantic poetry and she'd replied with a dirty limerick.

He needs to stop. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable, because he values their friendship and they need to work together in the lab and -

No, he has to deal with this stupid crush on his own.

[victorianwhitechapel]

October 10th is the World Homelessness Day, a time to draw attention to the needs of the homeless people. Approximately 150 million people around the world don’t have a home. This equals 2 percent of the world’s population. Homeless people face many issues, including:

Mental and health problems, such as infectious diseases, dental problems, and chronic pain.

A lack of income which makes it difficult to afford food and rent.

Not having access to basic needs, such as dry clothes and clean water.

Prolonged exposure to the elements, such as heat, cold, rain, and snow.

Hunger and poor nutrition.

Many homeless people in large cities live in areas called slums. These slums are overcrowded and have very poor living conditions.

In the Victorian era, at least 15 poor and working class women were attacked and murdered in and around London’s Whitechapel area. At the time of their murders, they lived in either lodging houses, doss-houses, or workhouses, even some of them had to sleep in the streets if they lacked the money to pay for a bed; but they had also known better times, living in homes (marked in italic). These are the known residences:

Margaret Hames: 18 George Street Common Lodging House, Spitalfields, London.

Annie Chapman: Knightsbridge, West London; Raphael Street, Knighsbridge, West London; 29 Montpelier Place, Brompton, Middlesex, London; 1 Brook Mews in Bayswater, City of Westminster and the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea in central London; 17 South Bruton Mews, Berkeley Square in West End, City of Westminster; Windsor, Bershire; 30 Dorset Street Common Lodging House, Spitalfields, London; Crossingham’s Lodging House at 35 Dorset Street, Spitalfields, London.

Catherine Eddowes: 20 Merridale Street, Graisley Green, Wolverhampton, West Midlands; a Bermondsey workhouse, in the London borough of Southwark; Biston Street, Wolverhampton, West Midlands; Birmingham, West Midlands: Westminster, London; 1 Queen Street, Southwark, Central London, London Borough of Southwark; 71 Lower George Street, Chelsea, South West London; Cooney’s common lodging-house at 55 Flower and Dean Street, Spitalfields, London; 26 Dorset Street, known locally as "the shed" (sleeping rough)  Spitalfields, London; City of London Union Casual Ward, Robin Hood Court, Shoe Lane, St. Andrew Holborn, City of London.

Emma Elizabeth Smith: 18 George Street Common Lodging House, Spitalfields, London.

Elizabeth Stride: Stora Tumlehed, Torslanda parish, west of Gothenburg, Sweden; Carl Johan parish, Gothenburg, Sweden; Cathedral parish, Gothenburg, Sweden; Philgaten in Ostra Haga, Gothenburg, Sweden; Husargaten, Gothenburg, Sweden; 67 Gower Street, Bloomsbury, Central London; East India Dock road in Poplar, Tower Hamlets, London; 178 Poplar High Street, Tower Hamlets, London; Poplar Workhouse, Tower Hamlets, London; 69 Usher Road, Old Ford Road, Bow, London borough of Tower Hamlets, London; Whitechapel Workhouse, Whitechapel, London; 32 Flower and Dean Street Lodging House, Spitalfields, London; 35 Devonshire Street, Marylebone, City of Westminster, London; 36 Devonshire Street, Marylebone, City of Westminster, London; Poplar Workhouse, Tower Hamlets, London; 32 Flower and Dean Street Lodging House, Spitalfields, London.

Emily Horsnell: 4 Edward St in Bethnal Green, East End, London; 19 George Street common lodging house, Spitalfields, London.

Alice McKenzie: High Cross Street, Leicester; 4 Joseph Street, St. Mary, Leicester; St George Workhouse, Mint Street, Southwark, London; Mr. Tenpenny’s common lodging house, 52 Gun Street, Spitalfields, London.

Mary Ann Nichols: Dawes Court, Shoe Lane, City of London; Bouverie Street, City of London; 131 Trafalgar Street, Walworth, Central London, within the London Borough of Southwark; 6D Peabody Buildings, Stamford St, Blackfriars Road, Lambeth, South London; Lambeth Workhouse, South London; Camberwell, London borough of Southwark; Strand Workhouse, Edmonton, North London; Trafalgar Square, City of Westminster, Central London (sleeping in the rough); Mitcham Workhouse, Holborn and Holborn Infirmary, London borough of Camden; “Ingleside”, Rose Hill Road, Wandsworth, south London; Grays Inn Temporary Workhouse, Holborn, London borough of Camden; Wilmot’s Lodging House at 18 Thrawl Street, Spitalfields, London; White House at 56 Flower and Dean Street, Spitalfields, London.

Martha Tabram: 17 Marshall Street, London Road, Southwark, London; Pleasant Place, Newington, London; 20 Marshall Street, Newington, London; 4 Star Place, Commercial Road, London; Satchell’s Lodging House at 19 George Street, Spitalfields, London.

Annie Millwood: Spitalfields Chambers doss-house at 8 White’s Row, Spitalfields, London; South Grove Workhouse, Mile End Road, East of London.

Frances Coles: 18 Crucifix Lane in Bermondsey, Southwark, London; 8 White Lion Court in Bermondsey, Southwark, London; St. Mary Magdalen Workhouse, Russell Street in Bermondsey, Southwark, London; 192 Union Street Lodging House, Southwark, London; a Christian mission on Commercial Road, London Borough of Tower Hamlets in the East End of London; Wilmot’s Lodging House at 18 Thrawl Street, Spitalfields, London; Spitalfields Chambers doss-house at 8 White’s Row, Spitalfields, London.

Rose Mylett: 13 Thomas Street, Whitechapel, London; 6 Maidman Street, Mile End, London’s East End; 18 George Street Common Lodging House, Spitalfields, London; Pelham Street Lodging House, Baker’s Row, Spitalfields, London.

Mary Kelly: Limerick, Ireland; Cardiff, Wales; France; Commercial Gas Works in Stepney, East End of London; St George’s Street, Mayfair, London; Breezer Hill, Ratcliffe Highway, East End of London; Bethnal Green, East End of London; Cooney’s common lodging-house at 55 Flower and Dean Street, Spitalfields; George Street, London; Little Paternoster Row, Dorset Street, Spitalfields, London; Brick Lane, East End, London; 13 Miller’s Court, back of 26 Dorset Street, Spitalfields, London.

Ada Wilson: Clarence Square, in Bedminster, Bristol; 39 Stratfield Road, in Bromley St Leonard, London Borough of Tower Hamlets in East London; 9 Maidman Street, Bow, London Borough of Tower Hamlets in East London; 78 Rounton Road, Bromley St Leonard, London Borough of Tower Hamlets in East London.

Elizabeth Jackson: Chenie-place, Pimlico, City of Westminster; 14 Turk’s Row common lodging house, Chelsea Barracks, City of Westminster; Ipswich, Suffolk; Manilla Street common lodging house, Millwall, London; Soho Square, City of Westminster, London (sleeping in the rough).

[k00260803]

Kitchen cupboard makeshift paints

Following a workshop from Eoin, thank you for the content!

I took to my cupboard now that Iv arrived home in limerick,

Using

- Ketchup - Mustard

- Cranberry Sauce - Mint Sauce

- tumeric - splashes of water

I absolutely loved the green flecks of the mint the sauce, I felt the cranberry sauce was lacking pigment which was disappointing :(

I layered each one to resemble our Biscuits,

I quite like the unfinished look, especially since this was my first trail run!

I found that all my swatches bled into one tone, I’d love to play around more with colour diviersity and livin it up a little <3

These took an unforgiving amount of time to dry! And that’s on the honey 🍯

For now,

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Other #3 and Favorite #4 for all of them (or at least Rin and Violet, my loves)? 😊

Favorite Amusement Park/carnival activity

Violet

is a Six Flags Lousiana girl, but it was destroyed by Katrina 😭 She's also a Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm lover since moving to Nevada. Her favorite rides are:

Batman The Ride and Joker's Revenge at Six Flags (Both were extreme coasters, one completly inverted!)

A Disneyland traditionalist, she loves Space Mountain and It's A Small World

At Knott's she loves Calico River Rapids for cutesy fun

As for carnival activities it's dumb games that are rigged, tilt-a-whirls and cotton candy til she pukes. (Nathan calls it fairy floss, and cheats at the games right back).

Rin

is an Alton Towers lover. She hasn't been in years since Finch died, but would love to take Jack (and Billy). She also was talked into Tayto Park when she and Roland were at the Conservancy in Limerick. Yes, those Taytos. Crisps. Ireland has a potato crisp themed fun park. 🤣

At Alton Towers she loves The Spinball Whizzer and The Enterprise (which would give her and excuse to be sitting in Jack's lap 😉

Tayto Park she just thought it was all mint. It's a POTATO THEMED AMUSEMENT PARK. Plus she and Roland ate a pot brownie then got sick on endless free crisps at the factory.

As for carnivals she's not too fond of them because she doesn't trust them 🤣 But she will eat fried mars bars and ride the carousel.

Other What's something they do to indulge themselves?

Violet:

loves going to a spa. She loves a good massage and facial and getting her hair done even if it's just to hit the strip with her coworkers. If she wants to get extra fancy, she and her sisters will have champagne. Then go for expensive sushi at Nobu and fishbowls at The Sugar Factory.

Rin:

indulges more on the sofa in her pyjamas. That's with yorkshire pudding, gummi bears, crempoggs, jaffa cakes and maltesers. (This could also be her period because God know her uterus and one ovary are non-functioning, but Heaven forbid her other follow suit. She doesn't even have EGGs to fertilize.) And while she is stuffing her face, she will watch about a hundred episodes of Kitchen Nightmares and Footballer's Wives. She used to do all of this alone, but now invites Emma to join her. No stupid ghost boys allowed!

[aidemint]

𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐔𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢

Word Count: 1781

Warnings: Mentions of smoking

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I told myself I would stop smoking, for the sake of my own sanity. I'd already thrown out all the nicotine I had and invested the money in books. Judging by how many novels I'd bought with the new budget, it was a good decision. A step in the right direction, considering that I was a writer.

Sighing as I organized the pile of books on the floor, stacking them so they fit perfectly into my bookshelf, I grumbled as I fought the urge to go out and suck on my pipe. Maybe there were leftovers still stuck in there. Once I realized my thought process, I shouted and hurriedly stuffed the novels into their place and fumed. Stomping out the door, I wanted to do something to stop this toxic cycle.

I should do something different. There has to be something to do.

Maybe my horrible life was a byproduct of all the shitty decisions I made so far. My publishing company didn't fail me, at least. I couldn't say that my career was a total flop, and I had a consistent paycheck, but I just felt so damn sad and lonely all the time. Sure, I was whining, but it wasn't for no good reason.

Plus, it wasn't like I hated every single thing on the planet Earth, I was just in a rut. Motivation was fleeting and I didn't have enough energy to chase after it. Not without an excuse, at least. I spent my days tirelessly writing and working my ass off for deadlines. To think I once enjoyed writing -- that was a long time ago, when I was a child. I'd daydream for hours, weaving fantasies in my head like I was on mushrooms.

How I wished to get a glimpse of the old days, to feel what I felt way back when I wasn't like this. I was so sure I was going to die alone and miserable, since I broke all the old connections I had when I started my career. It wasn't part of the contract or anything, I just felt that if I were to be mature, then I should sever off my childhood -- drop it like a lizard to its cut-off tail.

My jaw clenched as I spotted my pipe on the ground. I picked it up, squinting in distaste, debating about whether I should or shouldn't go to the market to get another good smoke in. I could drown out my worries that way.

Scoffing at myself, I took the fragile wooden tube and broke it in half, tossing it into the bushes.

How stupid.

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Two days later, I was still in that same mood. But instead of twiddling my thumbs and lounging around like some lazy pig, I tried to pick up a new hobby while still reminiscing at the old days.

Ah, to be young.

I sounded like some old geezer.

But I kept thinking.

I miss everyone.

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A week passed and I could safely say I was in a better mood. My cravings weren't as bad, and I tended to chew on mint leaves rather than suck on that damn wooden pipe.

Maybe for this reason, the universe decided to gift me a surprise.

The invitation arrived by crow. I was outside, doing some garden work when that black bird flew in front of me, its beady eyes analyzing every single one of my features. For a moment, it seemed hesitant to come near, but the creature eventually hopped its way to my feet and dropped a note by them.

I could have imagined it, but it seemed as if the crow gave me a slight bow before flapping it great wings and flying away. Eyeing the rolled-up parchment carefully, I picked it up and unraveled it, curious to see what message was displayed inside.

(Y/N),

I hope this letter finds its way to you without interruption. It's been a long time since we've last spoken, so before we get to the technicalities, I'd like to know: how are you? Hopefully you're in a prosperous position, one of good wealth and balance. I remember you always went on about becoming a renowned poet, and I think you're quite close to achieving that dream. Just yesterday I bought one of your books, and the limericks and clever haikus are quite entertaining.

Anyways, the real reason I wrote to you so late in our relationship is that I've been meaning to see you again. The last time we met, if I recall it correctly, was ten years ago -- far too long of a time for friends to be separated, no?

During these years, I imagine that a lot has changed. You're out and about, pursuing your dream and accomplishing your wildest dreams. It's admirable, to say the least. Though my disability hinders the possibility of me becoming a sumo wrestler, I am doing better than expected (even though I live with that disappointment).

I've just realized, in the middle of my jest, the topic has suddenly shifted to me. It's unpleasant, seeing how little control I have over my words. Please accept my apology, (Y/N), as I don't expect you to become suddenly infatuated with my life, nor does the meeting represent a discussion about the current events happening in my little "circle."

I just truly want to catch up with you. One of my greatest wishes is to see you again after all these years. I've missed our kinship.

So please, I implore you to come. There will be a guide outside of your house an hour after this crow is delivered. Please do not be frightened by the methods taken to bring you to my estate -- I'm sure you understand based on our previous history together.

I'm looking forwards to our potential reunion.

- Kagaya Ubuyashiki

My teeth tugged at my bottom lip as I closed the scroll, feeling tears well up in my eyes. With a tidal wave of memories flooding back into my mind, I couldn't help but want to cry. Kagaya was one of the people that made my childhood worthwhile. I'd met him when I was eight, while he was nine. We spent our free time together, however small the amount was.

Despite being so young, we were always busy. I took advanced courses at home, tutored by poets and writers from across the community. My parents did all they could to help me on my way to success, which I was grateful for. I never knew what Kagaya did, as he always kept it a secret, but I appreciated him nonetheless. He seemed so mature, even at age nine.

The way he thought was like a philosopher. Whenever I showed him my work, he'd bring about inquiries that would dumbfound even the greatest of my masters. I wondered how he did it and always wanted to be like him -- diligent, thoughtful, understanding.

Even now as an adult, he never fails to blow me away with his humility.

Sighing once more as I swept the stray tears off of my face, I pocketed the scroll and continued to do my garden work until the guide came. I was just about done when a masked figure strolled up to my home and asked me if I was (Y/N) (L/N). In response, I nodded and exchanged greetings before hopping onto their back and being blindfolded by the figure.

"I hope Master already told you about the procedure," they muttered awkwardly, "It's to prevent information from leaking." I laughed lightly and waved the thought away. Too excited to see my old friend again, the commentary bounced off me like rain to an umbrella.

"It's a smart idea." With that, the guide hauled me onto their back and took off running along their designated path.

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Once I could finally see again, I blinked for a couple moments to let my eyes adjust to the blinding light. Though my vision was blurry and I couldn't quite make out the scene in front of me, I sensed multiple presences waiting for me at the entrance to the estate. When I'd finally cleared all the fog out of my head, I felt myself instinctively draw in a small gasp.

There Kagaya was, standing in the middle of a group of colorful figures. He wore a small and docile smile, gently waving at me from a distance. I quickly thanked the guide as I slid off of their back and made my way over to him. The ravenette regarded me with a kind look, and spread his arms as a welcoming gesture.

All the world's noise seemed to come upon deaf ears the closer I got to him.

Though his lips moved and the trees rustled, all I could hear was the sound of my own heart beating, thrumming through my eardrums. The sound of the flowing of blood in my veins became more prominent as I got increasingly star-struck.

Was this reality? Or just another twisted dream that came back to haunt me?

I wanted to believe that it was real. I desperately prayed, in that moment, that this was real. Maybe in a few seconds I would wake up, breathing heavily, covered in sweat in my futon on the ground. Then I'd squeeze my eyes shut again, crying for the sweet dream to come back to me. But as my staggers became steadier, and those steady strides quickened, I had a newfound energy to hope.

To believe that my life wasn't so hopelessly lost.

When the tips of my fingers reached my friend's kimono, my heart blossomed. The silk seemed to greet my touch like they already knew each other, despite the sensation being so foreign. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I wanted to collapse onto the ground and sob until my eyes fell out of their sockets.

To think that the connections hadn't been severed, but rather weakened, was the greatest relief I'd ever experienced. It spurred me to think that maybe I could reconnect with the outside world rather than keep to myself all the time.

The possibility of not being alone and feeling a socially ambiguous made my insides tingle with excitement -- with childish wonder. There was someone who still cared for me, who still waited for me all these years, who was kind enough to reach out and contact me, the recluse, the hermit.

When I fell into his arms, breathless, I closed my eyes and finally smiled.

I could smile again.

And be thankful.

And finally feel like I was somebody.

I couldn't have asked for anything more.

[lady-divine-writes]

Poetry

Summary: Crowley wants to write a poem for his husband for Valentine’s Day. But after ruining several pages in his notebook, and with Anathema’s help, he discovers that, when speaking from the heart, poetry is not necessarily required.

Notes: Written for the @ineffable-valentines’s prompt poetry.

(AO3)

“House? No, no, that doesn’t work. Mouse? *grumble … grumble … grumble* That sounds stupid! Louse? Oh yeah, helluv romantic blood eating parasites are …” Crowley attacks the page he’s writing on with his eraser till his pencil nearly wears through. “Shit!” he mumbles when he tries writing over the spot and his pencil lead breaks. “Stupid cheap …!”

Anathema, sitting across from him at the tea table in Aziraphale’s back room, watches Crowley do battle with his notebook, amused and sympathetic … but mostly amused.

“May I ask a question?” she interrupts.

“Wat?” he snaps.

“Why poetry?”

“Well, book girl, it’s come to my attention that I give Aziraphale presents I think he would like instead of things he actually enjoys,” he explains, glaring at Anathema since that particular lecture came from her after seeing Aziraphale’s prized collection of iPads, laptops, cell phones, and eReaders, mint in their boxes, unopened and untouched. Aziraphale told her he treasures them because they’re gifts from Crowley, but that he’d prefer a nice cannoli over the latest tech.

“I know that,” she says with a smug smile that makes Crowley bare his fangs. “What I’m asking is why you decided to write him a poem?”

“’Cuz Aziraphale likes words,” Crowley says, deciding to make due with the remaining stub of his writing utensil and return to his work. “Books and plays and things like that.”

“So why not buy him a book?”

“I’m not sure there’s any he wants that he doesn’t own already.” Crowley glances at the stacks and shelves around them, crammed full of hardcovers and leather bounds. “None that wouldn’t require me breaking into a museum, and I’ve been strictly forbidden to do that.” Crowley scowls at his page when he notices most of the white space smudged with graphite and the ghosts of words left over from constant erasing. He turns to a clean page, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But apparently I suck at poetry! I can’t get anything to rhyme, so I keep repeating the same five words over and over again. And one of those is the!”

Anathema’s brow furrows as she tries to think of even one word that rhymes with the that someone would include in a romantic poem. “Wait a minute! I thought Aziraphale said the two of you inspired Shakespeare!”

“Yeah, but that’s Shakespeare. Inspiring him was easy. Back then, the English language was only about two hundred words max. And he made up half the words he wrote. How important could it be if he’s making shit up? This poem is a present for angel. It has to be … it has to be perfect.”

“Well, I applaud you for at least attempting to do this for him,” Anathema says, smiling at Crowley as if he were an adorable, stray puppy. “Poetry can be tricky if you’re not used to writing it.”

“And while I appreciate being applauded, I need your help! That’s why I called you! I need to get this finished. Valentine’s is four days away! I only get a few minutes here and there to work on it when angel pops out for a nibble. Speaking of which, he’s going to be back with lunch in about …” Crowley checks the hulking watch monopolizing his wrist “… ten minutes!”

“Okay, then, for the sake of ease, let’s not worry about making things rhyme. A poem doesn’t have to rhyme in order for it to be good.”

“Yeah, but the funny ones do. Like …” He grins like anything when a proper example pops into his head “… There once was a man from North Ennis, whose left hand was shaped like a …”

“You’re not writing limericks, Mr. Crowley!” Anathema rushes out before he can finish. Thank goodness Newt couldn’t come, she thinks. Then she’d definitely be hearing the end of that bawdy rhyme. “You’re expressing emotion, right? You want to tell him how you feel?”

“Yeah …”

“Let’s try this. Pretend that you aren’t writing a poem. If you were going to just come out and tell him how you feel, what would you say? Here …” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone “… let me record you. This way if you come out with a gem or two, you won’t forget.”

“O-kay …” Crowley sits up straight, preparing for Anathema to ready her phone. She holds it up and gives him a nod, letting him know to begin “… I’d tell him …” Crowley pauses, gathering his thoughts together. Granted, they’re easier to find when you’re not linking them up with words like louse “… I’d tell him I love him. That, uh … there isn’t a day that goes by I don’t think about him. Even when … when we were apart.” He finds it distracting and uncomfortable to look at Anathema while he’s saying these things, so he closes his eyes, focusing on the insides of his lids to help him concentrate. “I’d tell him 6000 years is an awful long time to exist without something to hope for. And he gave me that. Hope. Because being a demon, I don’t normally have much of that. I get to be naughty, of course. Have a little fun. It’s part of the job. But outside of that, there’s really nothing to look forward to. But seeing him, even for a moment, was something I looked forward to. I’d tell him that the times I spent with him were the best of my life, even when all I was doing was rustling his feathers.” Crowley laughs thinking of the times he dropped in on Aziraphale unannounced to pawn off some bullshit assignment to have an excuse to talk to him for five minutes.

Just five minutes.

But they’d end up being the most important five minutes of his decade.

“I’d tell him … I’d tell him that there is no me without him. Not any more. Not for a long time now. That’s why I couldn’t leave the planet without him. And when I went to his bookshop and saw it burning down, I …” Crowley’s lips pinch together, his throat tight. He stops again, his voice fading with those words.

“You … what, Mr. Crowley?” Anathema coaxes gently.

“I didn’t care about anything anymore. Not demons or angels, not doing my job, not this whole world. Because my world … the one I loved … was gone. You know?”

Anathema doesn’t know. Not really. But she nods anyway. “Yeah. I know.”

“Look at me,” Crowley sniffles, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes on his sleeve.“Gettin’ all weepy. And on video, too.” He gestures to Anathema’s phone. “How … how was that? I can’t really think of anything else to say.”

“That was … beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Anathema says, getting emotional herself. “I think … it was perfect. You don’t have to turn it into a poem. You don’t have to change a thing. Just show him this.”

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“Yes.” From behind them, a new voice, thick with tears, enters the conversation, from someone they didn’t hear walk in, too wrapped up in Crowley’s emotional monologue. Crowley turns towards it, sees blue eyes shimmering his way as Aziraphale clears his throat, wipes his eyes. “I believe so.”

[lassu-a-netem]

Ma van az „Idióta könyvek világnapja”

, ezért fogadják szűnni nem akaró szeretettel eme kis gyűjteményt, a teljesség igénye nélkül:

Sarah Vagisan: Fasírtban – avagy ízek, imák, hasmenés: Kalandos gasztronómiai utazás Európán kereszt��l egy extravagáns, emancipált szlovén tolmácsnővel, melynek során a közepesen tartós szerelem önfeledt gyűlöletté desztillálódik egy pohár portói és frissen sült tonhalmájak társaságában. Dr. Jerkoff Andor: A számok 1-től 10 millióig: A hihetetlenül unalmas kötetben limerick versformában olvashatunk a számok kalandos magánéletéről. Szabo Clitoris - Helga Yegermeister: Az ehető hatás: Az összeesküvés elméleteiről elhíresült csemegepultos-szerzőpáros legújabb regényében a szingularitások mélyére utazhatunk, ugyanakkor betekintést kapunk a privát elmélkedések műhelytitkaiba is. Vajon ugyanazt eszik a cionista gyíkemberek, mint a jeti? A fekete lyukak mélyén is van szerda? Kik laknak Entrópiában? Hogyan készül egy frappáns konteó? Kit érdekel...? Snejdefül Zsámoj: Thekliaransz eheek? - Könnyed nyárutózengdemikel sonnenber nyernyere seful fade mégismirea rexona társikafű nyernyerer nyerere gomba mindenképp hal tantorján nosfejibe ! Dr. Prof. Dipl. Thomas Anders-Falco: A füstölt hering és én: Az osztrák ifjúságiregényíró-titán egy kamaszfiú kései vergődéseit ábrázolja az ébredő szexualitásának küszöbén, meglepő részletgazdagsággal. (A szerző csak jövőre dedikál, mert még tölti a felfüggesztett börtönbüntetéssel kombinált házi őrizetét.) Jonathan-Auer Vivien Milos: A világnapok könyve: A szerb-brit írógéniusz számos ősi kultúrán át vezeti le napjainkig a világnapok keletkezését. Például az ókorban ilyen mozgalom nem volt, a középkorban pedig csak hobbiszinten foglalkoztak vele az uralkodók, és a pápa is, ha olyanja volt. David Hendricks Waterfordhouse-Wavetone: 30 gyilkosság biciklipumpával: Nem is sejtenénk, hogy a strandok és a tekerősportok egyik nélkülözhetetlen kelléke ilyen veszélyes lehet. Az amerikai szerző 30 bűnügyi esetet gyűjtött össze és dokumentált, ahol az emberi életet ilyen triviális szerszám oltotta ki. Reszkess Critical Mass ! Február Viktor: A momók természetrajza: A momót először a középkorban használták, de senki sem tudja, mire. A jobbágyok sem tudtak mihez kezdeni vele: buta arccal forgatták, nézegették, majd egymás után dobálták át a földesúr birtokára, aki lazán kikiáltotta dadaista műtárgynak és felcsapta az E-bay-re, de ott se kellett senkinek. A momó egy olyan valami, ami egy azonos nagyságú afrikai madárról kapta a nevét, amely mindig háton repült, hogy kimenjen a lábából a vér. Első írásos nyomai az ősi Egyiptomba vezetnek, és ott is maradnak. Freddy M’Currey: Szívszorító: szívszorító történet egy szívsebészről. Dr. Renault Garfield, a 49 éves férfi véget akar vetni reménytelenül széthullott életének egy heroinnal pácolt, pszichedelikus hosszú hétvége után, így vagy úgy, de pont az Öngyilkosság világnapján, mely napon tilos meghalni, még az élőknek is, helyette öngyilkosság-alakú süteményeket fogyaszt mindenki a Budapest -Rió-Tokió tengely mentén és öngyilkosság színű lufikat eregetnek. Az ételeket tekintve népszerű az akasztott fánk és az arzénos mignon, de a Hídról leugrott szarvasmarhapörkölt is előkerül ilyenkor – derül ki a kötetből. Hauercaaady Alex: Unalmas vagyok: az 1982-ben született, és már kora gyerekkorában is elég unalmas szerző ezúttal önéletrajzi regénnyel jelentkezik. Bevallja, hogy már egészen kicsi gyerekkorában is nagyon unalmas volt, aztán ez az állapota lassan átragadt a környező bútorokra, a falikárpitra, a könyvespolcra, a komornyikra, az uborkabokorra és a liftláncra. Kiterjedt szüleire is, akik napról napra kornyadtabban festettek. A fiúból áradó szaftos unalom eztán átterjedt a szomszédos házakra és megfertőzött mindenkit. Az egyik nyugdíjas szomszéd, a reátelepedett unalomtól rekordméretűre növesztette aranyerét és kihímezte.

Bejegyzés alatt álló világnapok: A bukósisak világnapja A bányászlámpa világnapja A kovászos uborka világnapja A lyuk világnapja (a fánk közepén tátongó lyuktól a kulcslyukig) A légszűrők világnapja Az ultrarövidhullám világnapja A lokátorszerelők világnapja A Rigójancsi világnapja A hidrogénbomba világnapja A bazsalikom világnapja A párhuzamos áramkörök világnapja A csütörtök világnapja A szifilisz világnapja A bérgyilkosok világnapja A szwvxvxzwzwz világnapja A tükörtojás világnapja A műf*sz világnapja A Zsolti világnapja A túró világnapja Az öngyilkosság világnapja Az okirat hamisítás világnapja A szárnyas betét világnapja

[twistednuns]

December 2019

Maxim calling out of the blue, inviting me to the Mine concert later that month.

Stumbling upon great inspiration for plant-based buddha bowls.

@shitgothssay memes.

Zotter salted caramel chocolate.

Finding out about the fact that you can just add the letter A to some words to transform them into adjectives. Like aglitter or aglow and aglisten.

Ayurvedic Kapha tea with some black tea, honey and milk. Sonnentor Gute Laune tea. Green tea with toasted coconut.

Isana shower oil. Works wonders for dry skin. Such a smooth and creamy texture. Great for shaving, too.

Winning the pub quiz - again! I played with Maggie, Dennis, Daniel and Steffen (Team name: Three geese in a trenchcoat) and we won 178€. However, the best thing about this was when I finally solved the anagram after thinking about it for 10 minutes. It was Greta Thunberg! Winning is lovely, of course, but solving the anagram is already a personal win for me each time.

Tuesdays. Coming home early, sleeping it off.

Being super rested after a nap, cooking a huge pot of veggie stew and my ratatouille signature recipe, even preparing a batch of butter bean hummus and salad dressing. Listening to folk music, singing along, even dancing at some point. Standing there, peeling the potatos… Happy moment.

Signature manicure. Always. This time: bluish iridescent lilac with the obligatory black dot.

A personal realisation. I’ve been massively out of touch with myself. I’ve stopped journaling, stopped doing things for myself because they’re beneficial and not because they’re convenient and numb everything. And why is that a good thing? Well, only being at this point and realising what’s wrong with me makes it possible to do something against it. To come up a self-care plan. To make myself feel better.

Semi-deleting Facebook.

Spending time with Manu for the first time in three months. Watching a documentary about black holes and a cheesy Christmas movie. Ordering south Indian food, cuddling up in bed. Sometimes I don’t know why I keep isolation myself. Being around people can be really lovely and soothing if you can be yourself around them. It’s just that I often feel the presence of other living beings drains my energy.

The best massage I ever had. From now on I’ll always request Yaya as my massage therapist. She is SICK. Strong, merciless, forces me into weird poses and makes my back crack.

Also: the chocolate-filled mint hard candy they hand out at the massage studio. I used to hate mint-infused chocolate but somehow I think these are delicious. Perfect after-torture-treat.

Persimmons. Obsessed.

My eye colour in artificial light. A dark moss green with caramel-coloured speckles and a dark rim.

The National playing a 2-hour-long concert and including some of my favourite songs from the High Violet album. Fangirling with Anika.

The smell of cold. You know, that whiff of cool air you get when you’re sniffing a jacket that’s been hanging on the balcony for a few hours to air out.

Learning more about Claire Saffitz from this article - she likes arts and crafts, is a homebody and has degrees in history and literature! She basically enrolled in culinary school because she was bored after graduation. She’s an enigma of a quirky kind. Not brilliant and scattered, but determined and aimless. Not brave and rebellious, but anxious and creative. She hates change yet pursues it, wants order but trades in chaos. She’s loved because she hates stuff; performs well because she can’t perform. And above all, she’s aggressively regular—and something about this makes the crowd go wild.

Fresh laundry smell on my blankets and pillows. And my new gravity blanket. It weighs 11kg which feels crazy heavy when you carry it but the weight evenly distributes over the body when you’re lying down. Apparently the pressure triggers the release of stress hormones. So far I’m sleeping like a baby and I don’t seem to wake up or move much at night.

Stephanie Madewell. I love everything she writes, her blog is such a godsend of beautiful, important, eclectic ideas. One thing I especially like are her imaginary outfits.

Princess Margaret’s limerick contest with President Lyndon B. Johnson in The Crown. Pure comedy. “There was a young lady from Dallas / who used a dynamite stick as a phallus / they found her vagina in North Carolina / and her asshole in Buckingham Palace.”

Little pieces of string in the corners of a duvet cover. It’s the first time I’ve seen those. So practical for big blankets!

Mental health days. I needed this. So much. Mornings in bed, reading for hours. Drinking a whole pot of tea.

Partner yoga. Chanting the closing mantra together.

Making vegan energy balls for my brother. I adapted the recipe and made my own versions so I ended up with a batch of pistachio/cherry and mango/sesame.

Freaking out whenever I see a cute cat. Damn, I really need to spend more time with animals. My highlight: breakfast in bed, watching a video of an adorable cat giving birth. I cried. Yup.

Going swimming for the first time in, man, I don’t even know. Forever. I didn’t swim for a long time, maybe half an hour, but muscle memory kicked in immediately. Water is totally my element. And, as if it had been destiny: I chose the day they cut the hanging plants in the main hall and the guy gave me a variety of five different cuttings to take home!! He made me a very happy girl.

The ink blue sky right after sunset. / The morning after the full moon in Gemini (the moon still bright and huge, visible in the bluish-grey Western sky). / When the sun suddenly comes out after a very dark and gloomy morning.

Buying a new phone. The old one was broken beyond repair. I even got a nice cork protective case. How could I ever live without an uncracked screen? The battery now actually lasts for more than a day. Nice.

Odd bits of knowledge: A galanthophile is an enthusiastic collector and identifier of snowdrop (Galanthus) species and cultivars. (Wikipedia) // Scientists theorize the Universe might have cracks in it: long thin boundaries that formed as space cooled after the Big Bang. 95 billion lightyears long and a few femtometers thin, these wrinkles in space-time would hold enough energy to bend light and destroy entire planets. (PHD comics) // the word to bloviate (German meaning: schwafeln, langatmig vortragen) // In Japan we have three rituals: HANAMI, TSUKIMI, and YUKIMI. HANAMI is watching the flowers. TSUKIMI is watching the moon, YUKIMI is watching the snow. It’s a beautiful tradition when you invite people to watch with you. I remember them all. (Yoko Ono) // In linguistics, prosody is concerned with those elements of speech that are not individual phonetic segments (vowels and consonants) but are properties of syllables and larger units of speech, including linguistic functions such as intonation, tone, stress, and rhythm. Such elements are known as suprasegmentals. Prosody may reflect various features of the speaker or the utterance: the emotional state of the speaker; the form of the utterance (statement, question, or command); the presence of irony or sarcasm; emphasis, contrast, and focus. It may otherwise reflect other elements of language that may not be encoded by grammar or by choice of vocabulary. (Wikipedia) //

I know I mention this a lot but the first olfactory whiff of a freshly cut open passion fruit is one of the best smells I know.

When my breakfast tastes like a candy bar. Which it immediately does whenever I add almond butter and cocoa nibs to porridge.

Yoga at home on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I’m often too lazy to get out my yoga mat but whenever I do afterwards I’m always so glad I practiced. Also: going to yoga class despite being extremely stressed out. It actually helped me silence some of these tormenting thoughts in my head.

Cutting my own hair. It’s kinda ridiculous and layered but I love the new bounce.

Michael Nyman - Musique à grande vitesse x // feels like it makes my pulse quicker, it’s urging and forceful.

My adventures in psychedelia - an article about the therapeutic effect of psychoactive drugs. I’m going to get Michael Pollan’s book about the topic from the library next week. So interesting.

People who are still writing letters.

My pupils. I realised that some of them have become very fine people. Open, compassionate, motivated, interested, bright, polite. Like the students who attended our first school magazine meeting in their spare time - on the last school day before the Christmas holidays - and had all these amazing ideas. Victor, being able to hold a conversation like an adult. Marks cuddling that dog in front of the supermarket. My tenth-graders being really reasonable, managable, easy to talk to.

Liza Weil’s role as Shy Baldwin’s bass player in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. It took me three episodes to recognize her.

A little embroidery set. I love keeping my hands busy when I’m watching movies.

Making vegan walnut lebkuchen and a very good batch of crisp bread in one go.

Roast apples with candied almonds and marzipan for Christmas dinner. Some buckwheat chocolate cookies. Actually helping out my mum in the kitchen.

Sitting at the piano with my brother, singing tunes from our childhood series, Disney songs, pop songs… We both had sore throats afterwards.

Visiting Sash’s parents over Christmas. Her mum cooked a pretty great lunch and we played board games.

Learning how to make a monkey fist knot.

Finding a new spot I like in my apartment. The chair right next to the window at the kitchen table. It’s nice and warm because you can sit beside the heater and while you have breakfast or browse through a cookbook you can see what’s going on outside.

Seeing the incredible gobelins at Kunsthalle / Fäden der Moderne exhibition. I loved the Le Corbusier ones.

Visiting Manu at his parents' place. Playing board games together, his mum feeding me with parsley potatoes and a weird _bird's milk_ dessert. Lying on the sofa, watching old movies. It's weirdly nice to be part of a normal family dynamic once in a while.

Andre saving my New Year’s Eve at the very last minute. Out of the blue he suggested a trip to Czech Republic right after midnight the day before. I was like… okay, let’s do this! So I met up with him and three people I had never met before in Regensburg and we drove to Český Krumlov, checked into our fancy hotel and walked down to the city centre. Czech food for dinner, a band playing at the city square. We climbed up to the castle for the turn of the year. This must have been the first year that started out with a proper New Year’s kiss. Afterwards we went to a weird music bar and - apparently - one of the best clubs in the country. I had a lot of fun. Even though getting Andre home was quite a challenge.

[lucky-number-606]

Mystic Messenger name meanings

right away im gonna say that i don't speak korean this is just what ive dug up through hours of researching help me

SPOILER WARNING

Pointer: In Korean, the last name is spoken and written before the first name (ex: Han Jumin). I'll be translating in order of ln/fn.

Jumin Han:

The surname "Han" is the Korean pronunciation of the Chinese character "hén", which means "bitterness”, “resentment", and "animosity", amongst a couple other terms. You get the gist.

The surname "Han" also is in reference to Korea and the name of a Chinese kingdom, and can also mean “leader”. This ties in with Jumin’s character, since Jumin runs the business alongside Mr. Chairman, his father.

The name "Jumin" can be dissected into a couple different terms and meanings. The Korean character "ju" means "pillar" or "circumference", while "min" means "streaks in jade" or "(autumn) sky". The meaning “pillar” would make sense, since it can be seen that Jumin primarily keeps the business afloat.

Other sources claim that the first name "Jumin" means "Heavenly”, or “Gift of God" from a Korean origin. It is also said that “Jumin” means "stability”, “responsibility", and "routine", but sources remained unknown of the origin (meaning that the meaning might not be derived from Korea).

The last translation to me is personally what makes the most sense out of any of these translations, because even though the game consists of very religious undertones (making the religious meaning of the name "Jumin" more plausible), Jumin does not practice his religion and wear it on his sleeve.

Jaehee Kang:

The last name "Kang" takes on the meaning of the term "ginger" (??). The last name "Kang" is very popular, so I wasn't personally expecting anything too meaningful.

The name "Jaehee" doesn't have much of a meaning directed towards the character, either (which I was sort of disappointed with). The name "Jaehee" simply means "to exist", and in other translations, takes on the conjoined terms "limericks" and "river", which doesn't make any sense, and definitely doesn't explain anything personal about her character at all.

The translation "to exist" would make the most sense, since in all honesty, Jaehee doesn't play much of an important part in the game. Even when playing Jaehee's route, the MC never experiences a romance of any sort, where in the Casual and Deep Story, you are able to romance all other characters. I personally feel as if Jaehee was only added to the story to create a different perspective for the MC to understand and read about, as well as adding in more characters with diverse personalities.

Hyun Ryu (Zen):

Zen’s surname, “Ryu”, is also a very well known name that many families share. “Ryu”, can also be translated as the surname “Yoo” or “You”. “Ryu” means “masculine”, “initiative”, and “assertive”. These terms tie in well with Zen’s character.

Zen’s real name is actually “Hyun”-- Zen is only a stage name, not a birth name. “Hyun”, meaning “profound”, “virtuous”, “worthy”, and “able”, reflecting Zen’s character well.

There wasn’t much else that I could find when it came to Zen’s name besides the fact that his surname, “Ryu”, is actually more derivative of Japanese culture and language than that of Korean culture and language.

Yoosung Kim:

This is actually one of my favorite translations. I find it sweet.

The surname “Kim” is again, a very popular and well-known surname in Korea. “Kim” directly translates to “gold” and “metal”.

The first name “Yoosung” takes on a couples different meanings. Firstly, “Yoosung” can be translated as “beautiful child” and “innocent and pure with a hidden side”. The last translation partially explains Yoosung’s character on behalf of his yandere and possessive tendencies towards the MC while he continues to be deredere (head over heels in love with) the MC all at the same time.

Secondly, the name “Yoosung” can also be translated as “shooting star”, which holds a Korean origin. This explains why Yoosung’s LOLOL user is “Shooting Star ★”!

Saeyoung Choi (707, Luciel):

Besides Yoosung, this was my favorite name to translate.

The surname “Choi” means “pinnacle” or “mountain”, as well as “top” or “most”. Choi is also a common Korean surname.

If you didn’t know, 707′s name actually isn’t 707 nor Luciel! Saeyoung, 707′s birth name, is uncovered further into gameplay. Saeyoung tells the RFA + the MC that his name is actually Luciel, but that is false information-- Luciel is only a baptismal name that 707 gave the others to cover up his true identity.

Surprisingly, all three names carry a very distinct meaning. The name “707″ is derived from “Error 707″, which is primarily memory corruption or an Adaptive Server problem on a computer. This name points the direction of the story closer to the popular “reset theory”, in which 707 is actually self aware and is there for every single time you reset the game and play other routes, also including his own.

The baptismal name “Luciel” also is important to Saeyoung’s character. “Luciel” is an equivalent to Lucifer, or Satan. Cheritz intended to make this so to show the player that Saeyoung has a life that will not end with him becoming a fallen angel. If this doesn’t make sense, know that Satan was actually one of God’s right hand men until he disobeyed him and was cast down into Hell, therefore earning him the name Satan/The Devil. This ties in with Saeyoung’s character since Saeyoung finds himself to be chaotic and evil, while he is actually a good person on the inside.

Ironically, Saeyoung’s real name is pretty straightforward. “Saeyoung” directly translated in Korean means “gift of God”.

Jihyun Kim (V):

See translation for “Kim” above.

Honestly, if the name “V” has a meaning, I don’t know it. I don’t want to look into the meaning of that particular name since I haven’t gotten to play V’s route yet, and I’m guessing that they explain it there.

“Ji” translates to “wisdom” and “intellect”, as well as “will” and “purpose”. “Hyun” also means “worthy” and “able”, as seen above.

I can’t give solid information on how these translations tie into V’s character since again, I have not played any routes in Another Story.

Rika (surname not found):

Again, I don’t know the ins and outs of Rika’s character since I have not played Another Story, and have only completed Secret Ending 01.

After searching everywhere for a Korean meaning, I was not able to find one. The only translation for “Rika” I found was “forever strong”, which is derived from Norse origins. It has been said that people with this name are seen as lovers of the arts, have good leadership qualities, and can have reckless energies. All of these qualities seem to reflect off of Rika’s character.

The translation “forever strong” could have two meanings-- one of which is drastically more sinister than the next. The first meaning I thought of was that Rika will be forever strong as she continues living with a mental illness, but this does not make much sense since she only lets her insanity fester and take over. The second meaning could possibly be that she is forever strong like a god, and immortal and never-ending like how a god is portrayed to be. I took this into mind since she is the cult leader for Mint Eye.

Saeran Choi (Unknown):

Saeran’s name was probably the hardest to translate. I still don’t have much to show for it.

See translation for “Choi” above.

“Saeran” can be directly translated to “three” or “bird”. I don’t necessarily get the “bird” part, but “three” could be in reference to the signs of the cross (the father, the son, and the holy spirit) since Catholicism has a huge role in the gameplay. “Three” could even be in reference to Saeran’s “family”: V, Rika, and Saeran himself.

I saw a website that said that Saeran meant “powerful chaos”, while Saeyoung meant “powerful hero” (meaning that the relationship between Saeran and his brother is that of a yin-yang relationship). Those translations make more sense than the ones I found.

Saeran’s other name, “Unknown”, has no other meaning except for the fact that the RFA didn’t know who the hacker and MC’s stalker was. The name “Unknown” was also used in certain RFA chatrooms as well at the mandatory start of the game in which Unknown leads you to Rika’s apartment.

[oldcurrencyexchange]

Irish Coin Daily: John (as King of Ireland) Silver Halfpenny, Mint: Limerick, Moneyer: Willem

Date: c.1205-1211

Ireland Silver Halfpenny, John as King, Limerick mint, Moneyer: Willem Description:

John as King England & Ireland, Silver Halfpenny

Mint: Limerick

Moneyer: Willem of Limerick

Weight: 0.47g

References: DF 51, Withers 1/a, S 6232

Dark tone, porous, almost very fine (aVF)

Rare

Obverse:

Facing head of King in triangle with sun at each apex, with legend around

+IOH ANN REX

Translate…

[silver-tongues-blog]

Signs as Colours

Aries: Burgandy

Arsces: Cardinal

Arrius: Crimson

Ariborn: Mahogany

Arittarius: Persian

Arpia: Scarlet

Arza: Wine

Arga: Vermilion

Aro: Tuscan

Arcen: Rose

Armini: Carmine

Arun: Auburn

Arist: Imperial

Arsci: Ruby

Arnius: Rust

Aricorn: Cornell

Arittanius: Brick

Arpio: Maroon

Arra: Cherry

Argo: Cinnabar

Arlo: Barn

Arcer: Hibiscus

Armino: Ferrari

Arus: Sanguine

Taurus: Bronze

Taurist: Chestnut

Taursci: Chocolate

Taurnius: Brown

Tauricorn: Russet

Tarittanius: Sepia

Taurpio: Tawny

Taurra: Fallow

Taurgo: Copper

Tarlo: Tree Bark

Taurcer: Fawn

Taurminio: Fulvous

Taurun: Bole

Tauries: Cordovan

Taursces: Khaki

Taurrius: Sand

Tauriborn: Wheat

Taurittarius: Sinopia

Taurpia: Cocoa

Taurza: Ochre

Taurga: Dirt

Tauro: Mud

Taurcen: Pullman

Taurmini: Caramel 

Gemini: Gold

Gemun: Mustard

Gemeries: Piss

Gemsces: Saffron

Gemrius: Jasmine

Gemiborn: Yellow

Gemittarius: Amber

Gempia: Citrine

Gemza: Vanilla

Gemga: Dandelion 

Gemo: Cream

Gemcen: Apricot

Gemino: Aureolin

Gemus: Chartreuse

Gemrist: Light

Gemsci: Flax

Gemnius: Sun

Gemicorn: Canary

Gemittanius: Lemon

Gempio: Fox

Gemra: Leopard

Gemgo: Maize

Gemlo: Butter

Gemcer: Jonquil

Cancer: Lime

Camino: Chartreuse

Canus: Pear

Canrist: Mindaro

Cansci: Nyanza

Cannius: Spring

Canicorn: Lawn

Canittanius: Apple

Canpio: Grass

Canra: Pistachio

Cango: Avacaco

Canlo: Aloe

Cancen: Limerick

Camini: Frankenstein

Canun: Vines

Canries: Emerald

Cansces: Leaves

Canrius: Sour Grapes

Caniborn: White Wine

Cannitarius: Broccoli

Canza: Zucchini 

Canga: Peppers

Cano: Peas

Leo: Olive

Lecen: Artichoke

Lemini: Shrek

Leun: Jungle

Leries: Forest

Lesces: Laurel

Lerius: Fern

Leiborn: Mantis

Leittarius: Moss

Lepia: Pine

Leza: Reseda

Lega: Shamrock

Lelo: Grasshopper

Lecer: Tea

Lemino: Green

Leus: Castleton

Lerist: Celadon

Lesci: Dartmouth

Lenius: Chameleon

Leicorn: India Green

Leittanius: Hunter

Lepio: Malachite

Lera: Peridot

Lego: Field

Virgo: Jade

Virlo: Neon

Vircer:  Sea

Virmino: Paris:

Virus:  Mint

Virist: Argyle

Virsci: Hills

Virnius: Starboard

Viricorn: Dragon

Virittanius: Slime

Virpio: Plant

Virra: Ivy

Virga: Lettuce

Viro: Celery

Vircen: Parakeet

Virmini: Seafoam

Virune: Juniper

Viries: Basil

Virsces: Crocodile

Virrius: Sage

Viriborn: Pickle

Virittarius: Sap

Virpia: Turtle

Viriza: Snake

Libra: Teal

Ligo: Cyan

Liblo: Aero

Licer: Deep Sea

Limino: Scales

Libus: Aquamarine

Librist: Caribbean

Libsci: Celeste

Libnius: Electric

Libicorn: Kepel

Libittanius: Midnight green

Lipio: Robin egg

Libza: Turqouise

Liga: Opal

Libo: Verdigris

Licen: Agate

Limini: Viridian

Libun: Scobeloff

Libries: Spinel

Libsces: Topaz

Librius: Apatite

Libiborn: Beryl

Libittarius: Tourmaline

Lipia: Magic Mint

Scorpio: Cobalt

Scorra: Cerulean

Scorgo: Sky

Scorlo: Sea

Scorcer: Sapphire

Scormino: Denim

Scorus: Glaucous

Scorist: Dodger

Scorsci: Bleu

Scornius: Tufts

Scoricorn: Steel

Scorittanius: Byzantine

Scorpia: Bondi

Scorza: Fluorite

Scorga: Azure

Scoro: Royal

Scorcen: Midnight Blue

Scormini: Oxford

Scorun: Cornflower

Scories: Lapis

Scorsces: Columbia

Scorrius: Ice

Scoriborn: Yale

Scorittarius: Maya

Sagittarius: Indigo

Sagipia: Ultramarine

Sagiza: Blue

Sagiga: Admiral

Sagio: Peacock

Sagicen: Zaffre

Sagimini: Medium blue

Sagiun: Dark blue

Sagires: Duke blue

Sagisces: Palatinate 

Sagirius: Tanzanite

Sagiborn: Navy

Sagittanius: Zircon

Sagipio: Chalcedony

Sagira: Iolite

Sagigo: Larimar

Sagilo: Labradorite

Sagicer: Chrysocolla

Sagimino: Kyanite

Sagius: Carolina

Sagirist: Dusk

Sagisci: True blue

Sigicorn: Klein blue

Capricorn: Purple

Caprittanius: Purble

Capripio: Lilac

Caprira: Lavender

Caprigo: Amethyst

Caprilo: Wine

Capricer: Grape

Caprimino: Orchid

Caprius: Iris

Caprist: Periwinkle

Caprinius: Royal Purple

Capriborn: Medium Purple

Caprittarius: Muave

Capripia: Heliotrope

Capriza: Phlox

Capriga: Purpureus

Caprio: Pomp and power

Capricen: Eminence

Caprimini: Byzantium

Capriun: Palatinate

Capries: Juice

Caprisces: Prune

Capririus: Raisin

Aquarius: Violet

Aquiborn: Boysenberry

Aquittarius: Sangria

Aquapia: Jam

Aquaza: Mullberry

Aquaga: Electric Violet

Aquo: Vivid Violet

Aquacen: Dark Violet

Aquamini: Amaranth

Aquiun: Aster

Aquiaries: Aubergine

Aquasces: Violet sapphire

Aquanius: Charoite

Aquacorn: Hackmanite

Aquittanius: Rhodolite

Aquapio: Iolite

Aquara: Jadeite

Aquago: Alexandrite

Aqualo: Taaffeite

Aquacer: Kunzite

Aquamino: Scapolite

Aquius: Sugilite

Aquarist: Rubellite

Aquasci: Lepidolite

Pisces: Tyrian

Pirius: Fuscha

Piborn: Magenta

Pittarius: Pink rose

Pipia: Pink

Piza: Folly

Piga: Fandango

Pio: Rose quartz

Picen: Pink Tourmaline

Pimini: Ultra pink

Piun: PINK

Piries: Cyclamen

Pisci: Brink

Pinius: Carnation

Picorn: Ceries

Pittanius: Coral

Pipio: Straberry

Pira: Peach

Pigo: Bubblegum

Pilo: Rouge

Picer: Flamingo

Pimino: Salmon

Pius: Punch

Pirist: poppy