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I miss lovestruck so much 😭 wish I could play it again for the first time
Made a little something to say bye to Lovestruck 💕 The game might be gone, but I know we'll see these lovely characters again ❤
Thank you for everything Lovestruck ❤️
#lovestruck voltage#lovestruck#voltage games#aurora james#helena klein#mackenzie hunt#lorelei linden#zoe banks#piama of the spring#amara of the summer#vanessa helsing
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A selected playlist for this year's fall season ❤️
🇳🇴 Mari Boine - Vuoi Vuoi Mu 🇱🇹 Nine Lindens (Lithuanian Multipart Polyphonic Song) 🇳🇱 Heidevolk - Het bier zal weer vloeien 🇦🇹 Claudia Engelberger - Die Gedanken Sind Frei 🇫🇴 Eivør - Trøllabundin 🇷🇴 Sandra N – Spirit de dac 🏴 Julie Fowlis - Òganaich Uir a Rinn M' Fhàgail 🇭🇺 TÖRÖK Tilla orchestra - Határtalanság 🇮🇸 Krummavísur 🇫🇷 Nolwenn Leroy - Tri Martolod 🇸🇰 Hrdza - Nie tvoja 🇸🇪 Garmarna - Herr Mannelig 🇺🇦 Folknery - Karchata 🇩🇰 Myrkur - I riden så 🇮🇪 Liam Ó Maonlaí - Eleanór a Rún 🇫🇮 Tuuletar - Ievan polkka 🇫🇷 Arany Zoltán -Tourdion (Renaissance classic) 🇮🇹 Corte di Lunas - Scjaraçule maraçule (medieval song from Friuli) 🇧🇾 Kupalinka (traditional) 🇫🇴 Eivør - Í Tokuni 🇩🇪 Corvus Corax - Palästinalied 🏴 Madelgarde - The Stag & Sickle (Old English) 🇵🇱 Laboratorium Pieśni - Sztoj pa moru 🏴 Kathleen MacInnes - Gaol ise Gaol i 🇱🇹 Rasa Serra - Žalioj girioj, lygioj lankoj 🇲🇩 Drumul Dracului 🇫🇷 La Rioule des Compagnons du Monde - Gloire aux Moutons 🇬🇷 Απάνω στην Τριανταφυλλιά (On the rosebush) 🏴 Plethyn - Didlan 🇦🇹 Amarok Avari - Bärentanz 🇪🇸 Arany Zoltán - Non é gran cousa (medieval song from Galicia) 🇷🇺 Отава Ё – Сумецкая 🏴 Peter Bellamy - Oak, Ash and Thorn 🇸🇪 Jonna Jinton - Vargsången 🇭🇷 Svarica - Smrt u jeseni 🇮🇪 Liam Ó Maonlaí - Sadhbh Ni Bhruinneallaigh 🇳🇴 Rolandskvadet 🇮🇹 Gorö po popu (traditional zitera dance from Resia Valley) 🇩🇪 Faun - Diese kalte Nacht 🇸🇮 Zrejlo je žito (traditional) 🇱🇻 Tatjana Vucāne - 'Latvietes Mīts /Piedzimšana/Jaunība 🇸🇰 Hrdza - Stephen 🏴 Ella Roberts - The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond 🇷🇺 Oh, my dear sisters, Oh, my dear godmothers 🇫🇮 Sanni Halla - Nuku nuku nurmilintu
image credit: Seniorita Verita (reblog here the original picture)
#it took me days but it was worth it#forget regular fall music#get ready for an epic load of European folk#folk music#european folk music#fall#autumn#playlist#feel free to add more
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The Truth That Binds
Rating: M
Summary: As Halbrand heals from his wound, he and Galadriel grow closer, and Galadriel makes a confession of hope that turns into one of love. But Halbrand insists that Galadriel make him a promise: a promise to remember a truth that will bind her for all time. My first Haladriel/Saurondriel fic!
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The light that danced on the Glanduin that morning was a silver brighter than burnished elven steel, the trees across the river were a display of every shade of green, and the lupins that grew along the path were the most beautiful purples and blues, an ocean of color that wrapped around Galadriel from every side. The air from the west was wholesome and fresh, and despite the new whispers of war from the south, Galadriel felt a deeper peace than she had known for a thousand years. And her heart told her that she owed that newfound peace to the man walking companionably by her side.
Halbrand had been instructed by his healers to take a daily walk along the banks of the Glanduin to regain his strength after his close brush with death. Already, the deathly pallor that had clung to his cheeks during their ride to Eregion had retreated, the red-brown luster of his hair had returned, and he stood straight and tall once again. Galadriel attested his swift recovery from the terrible wound to the strength and nobility of his will, yet more proof that he truly was a king of Men.
She glanced at him, her eyes fondly tracing the profile that she had grown to know so well in these past months since their chance meeting upon the sea. Most mornings she accompanied him on his walk, having little else to do while awaiting the High King's arrival, and though she and Halbrand rarely spoke on those occasions, it did not seem to Galadriel that they needed to. Never before had she met another being whose very soul seemed to be so attuned to hers. Ever since the battle and that quiet moment afterwards beside him in the forest, she felt somehow bound to him in a way she could not yet name, and new thoughts and feelings stirred deep inside her every time their eyes met, filling all her being – body and soul – with licking flames. Yet, even so, she could not help but notice that for the last several days, Halbrand's thoughts seemed to be turned elsewhere, to concerns veiled from her mind, yet she could guess that his thoughts strayed to his people in the south, homeless and adrift, and the orcs filling the land that he should be ruling.
They reached a point in the trail where the path wove into a shaded glen. It was quiet and isolated, hidden by the ring of linden and beech trees from the tall towers of the city. In the middle of the grove was an elegant wooden bench, surrounded by the sweet-smelling lupins. It had become a wordless custom between them to linger a while here, watching the river flow lazily by as they basked in one another's company.
For a while they became lost in the companionable silence, surrounded by the murmur of wind in the trees all around and the soft lap of water along the bank. But then Halbrand breathed a deep sigh. "It truly is beautiful here," he murmured.
Galadriel looked at him. There was awe in his gaze, but also a longing, and beneath that, something akin to hunger that flickered deep in his green eyes. She looked around at the aestival loveliness of their surroundings, and her mouth twisted slightly. "You should see Lindon," she replied in the same quiet tone that he had used.
He shot her a look, eyebrow raised. "Is that an invitation, Galadriel?" he asked, and there was a note of a familiar teasing tone in his voice that made warmth rise in Galadriel's chest.
Her own gaze was steady and serious. "No," she said. "But with the new threat of Adar and the orcs in the south, it may be that my High King will wish to ally himself with the King of the Southlands. In that case, you may very well see the heart of elvendom in Middle-earth."
"I think I should like that," he answered, his voice distant.
"To see my family's home or to ally your people to mine?" she asked.
He didn't answer, but he gazed across the river silently, his body strangely still.
Galadriel followed his gaze out across the water. "You worry for your people, do you not?" she said softly. "Now that your wound is healing and your body grows strong again, you will leave Eregion and return to them soon." As she said the words, she felt the heaviness of them and the shortness of time sink into her heart. She had known that such must come to pass and that the day that their paths finally diverged could not be staved off forever. Her soul felt full of a thousand thoughts and emotions that she could not bring herself to admit. Yet, the silence between them screamed at her to say something.
"Halbrand," she said quietly.
He turned his eyes to her, the intensity of his full gaze settling on her face.
"Halbrand," she said again, and his name on her lips felt like a prayer. "I do not truly think you know all that you have done for me."
His lips twisted into that familiar wry smile. "I'm the one with a crown and a people again because of you," he said.
"Yes," she acknowledged solemnly, "but you have given me just as much." Her eyes wandered across the river once again, to the swaying trees on the distant bank. "For a thousand years, I had been driven by naught but by a desire for vengeance and a creeping dread that freezes the very heart. But hope? Hope was something I believed had died inside me with my brother and my cousins and all else whom I lost in the War." Her fingers wound around the dagger hilt at her belt, the touch of it more familiar than anything else in her world. "Deep down, I do not know if I truly wished to find Sauron and finally end his evil, for if I did, what else would I have to live for? My vengeance would be put to rest, and then there would be nothing."
She could feel his gaze on her, and she turned back to him. "I cannot explain it, but your presence has filled a gaping hole in my soul that I did not know could ever be mended." She stuttered, aware of how vulnerable and intimate were the words she spoke, but it was as if a fire were lit now in her heart and she could not let it burn out or a part of her would wither. "Halbrand, when I leapt from that ship, I do not know what it was I sought. But I found in you that which I did not think to seek: purpose, and with it again…hope."
Her fingers sought his and grasped his hand. The burning inside her was growing, and she needed him to understand. "For a millennia, all that my heart sought was death and destruction – of evil, yes, but death and destruction still. I needed to know that I had more left to me than seeking to destroy, that I could also seek to build and to grow and to mend." She felt tears forming upon her lashes, threatening to spill down her narrow cheeks. "I needed to know that I could seek life beyond my endless quest for death." She squeezed his hand. "You gave me that, Halbrand, and it shall ever be in my heart, whether you are at my side or on a distant shore of Middle-earth."
She felt as if she were sinking into his eyes, and through his eyes into the depths of his being. She brought up her hand and gently stroked her fingertips over the rough stubble of his cheeks and let them brush through the edges of his brown locks. Her other hand trembled in his.
He lifted his own hand, mirroring her, and she felt his calloused blacksmith fingers brushing along her cheekbones and slipping deep into her hair. His gaze remained locked with hers, the intensity of their stares perfectly matched.
The heat had settled deep in Galadriel's stomach, burning, burning. As if of their own accord, her eyes darted momentarily down to the curve of his lips then back up to his eyes. As brief as the moment was, however, Halbrand saw. "Galadriel," he said softly, and there was something like a quiet warning in his voice.
Somehow, their bodies had drawn closer, she did not know how. But now they sat so close together that her leg was all but brushing his and their still-joined hands rested in the minute gap between their hips.
For a moment, doubt seized her, thoughts of duties and her place among elvenkind and the distance that would soon separate her and the King of the Southlands. But she was Galadriel, daughter of the golden house of Finarfin, and it was not for others to decide how she wove her own fate. She leaned forward.
To her surprise, Halbrand stopped her.
"Galadriel," he said again, her name both a reverence and a warning. "Are you sure you want this?"
She tilted her chin proudly, her voice strong again. "I have walked Middle-earth since the first sunrise," she said, "and in that time, I have pursued that which I desired and let no Man or Elf stop me."
There it was again: that wry smile that danced at the corners of his lips and formed soft crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. "That is something to which I can readily attest," he answered. "Even when I first saw you upon that raft, I knew you were someone who chose her own path." His eyes grew briefly distant, lost to either thought or memory, but when they focused on her again, they burned with a new intensity. His fingers tightened in her hand.
"Galadriel," he said. "Tell me, do you love me?"
Her gaze did not waver and her chin remained tilted, confident and strong. "Yes," she answered simply.
His lips tightened, but she could not tell what emotion it was that danced behind the light of his eyes. "Do you love me, Galadriel? Not the King of the Southlands. Not the blacksmith of Númenor. Not the man who saved your life? But me? Do you truly love who I am?"
She could tell the question was intensely important to him, that it touched something that gnawed at the very core of his soul. She cupped his cheek, re-teaching her fingers how to be tender after fighting for so long. "Yes, Halbrand, I love you," she answered. "Not for your armies and your kingdoms, not for any debt owed, but for you."
He reached up and took her hand from his face and held both her hands tightly in his lap. His stare seemed to be boring a hole straight through her to her soul. "Can you promise me something, Galadriel?" he asked. "I need you to make me a promise."
For a moment, Galadriel hesitated, knowing with intimate pain the price that could come with an oath. Yet her resolve hardened at the strange agony she saw on his face as he waited for her answer. "What is it that you would have me promise?"
He kept hold of her hands tightly. "I ask only that you promise to remember this moment and what I am about to tell you." He adjusted himself on the bench to face her entirely, his leg pressing flush against hers. "There may come a day when you doubt what I am about to say, when you wonder if I told you the truth. And I tell you, Galadriel, this is the truth. Whatever else you may come to believe, remember that in this moment, I told you the truth."
His fingers seemed to burn against her skin, even as his eyes seemed to burn against her face. "Galadriel, whatever else you may ever believe about me, whatever else about me you may someday learn, I need you to know that I have not been false with you. This, Galadriel, this…" He lifted her hand and placed it against his chest over his heart. "…this is real. This is who I am, truly me. I have worn no mask in your presence. I need you to promise me that you will always remember that I told you this and that it was the truth."
She did not understand, but she understood that this promise was more important to him than anything he had ever asked of her before. She spread her fingers over his heart. "I promise," she said steadily. "I promise to remember for all time, Halbrand."
Finally, he relaxed, and his fingers around her hand were gentle once again. His shoulders eased, as if a great weight had suddenly fallen from them. For a moment, Galadriel thought she felt something brush against her mind, like a fellow powerful will, but she dismissed it as a part of her own complicated thoughts, for only her people and powers higher than they could touch minds in such a manner.
"Are you content?" she asked.
"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, I am content."
"Then shall I pursue what I desire?"
The smirk that crossed his lips this time was playful and mischievous, and his eyes glimmered.
Galadriel reach up and twined her fingers through his hair, and then she pressed her lips to his.
It was as if colors that she had never before conceived of burst into being and sensations of which she had never dreamed were birthed inside of her, light and time and darkness across eons converging upon one another in this one moment and place. Galadriel kissed him with the fire of the Noldor and the pain of the last three thousand years and the hope that he had brought back into her life. Inside her and all around her, a Song seemed to rise and reverberate, as if the Great Music at the heart of all existence was blossoming into life.
For a moment, Halbrand's lips were still against hers, almost as though he couldn't believe the kiss was real, but then with a surge of passion and fierce hunger, he lifted his hands to bury them deep in her hair on either side of her face, and at the same time kissed her back with ravening desire. He kissed her as if he were lost in the shadows of the deepest caves in the heart of the Hithaeglir and she was the only light that could guide him back home. He kissed her as if he were a starving man and she the only feast that could sate him. He kissed her as if this were his one and only chance and he might never touch her again.
His stubble tickled pleasantly against her cheeks, but his lips were soft and clever against hers. His fingers carded deeply through her hair, and she shivered with involuntary pleasure as they stroked along the sensitive curve and taper of her pointed ears. At the same time, his lips parted, needing more than a superficial touch, and she felt the silky glide of his tongue over her lower lip as a reverberation that trembled all the way down to her core.
Her own response was immediate. She seized a handful of his hair and pulled him flush against her, parting her own lips in both an invitation and a claim, twining her tongue around his. Momentarily, he seemed caught off guard by her boldness, but then she felt his lips twist against hers into a smirk and he was kissing her back with the exact same abandon, refusing to let her throw him off.
There was too much distance between them, still too much. They were turned towards each other on the bench, their legs brushing together, but it was not enough. Skillful and graceful as any move she might have made on the battlefield, she kept her lips crushed against his as she pushed herself up and pivoted in a single movement, landing squarely in his lap, with her knees pressed against his hips on either side. He grunted in brief surprise, which made her smile, but then he was back to ravaging her with his mouth. His right hand remained buried in her long golden hair, cupping her cheek, but his other hand began to explore down her lithe form, gliding over her shoulders, then down her back, and finally over the swell of her hips and backside, where it settled, warm and firm, holding her body to himself.
She pressed her chest to him, leaning fully against him, and wrapped one arm about his broad shoulders. Her other hand explored every texture and feature of the face she had come to know so well by sight, seeking to memorize every line and angle. His tangled hair tickled against the back of her knuckles. He smelled of blacksmith iron and sweet wood smoke and the herbal ointments that the healers had used on his broken body. She remembered sitting next to him during those harrowing first few nights in Eregion, when it had been unclear if the souring of his wound ran too deep even for elvish medicine. She remembered further back to the days spent riding from the ruined Southlands and those long dark nights when she had forced both herself and the two steeds past the point normal endurance, terrified that if she stopped for even the briefest respite that Halbrand's life would be the cost, a price for which she would never forgive herself. She remembered how each stride of her horse's gallop had reverberated with the pounding of her heart when she had looked back on the final stretch of the ride to see Halbrand slumped motionless over his saddle and her devastating fear that she had lost this man with his charming smirk and his enigmatic eyes just when she was beginning to realize how much he meant to her.
But she had not lost him. They had survived, both of them, through the storm on the raft and through the battle against the orcs and through the torment of the fire mountain and through the fear and pain of their long ride to Eregion. He was safe, and he was hers at last.
As if his mind were at one with hers, he rose suddenly, lips still passionately pressed to hers, holding her slender body easily in his arms. She felt him stepping forward then bending, and the next thing she knew, he was laying her down in the fragrant grass and he himself was bent over her, his arms planted on either side of her head and his knees at her hips. Finally, he pulled his lips from hers in a slow, tantalizing caress and stared down at her, awe and lust mingling in his green eyes at the sight of her laid out beneath him with her shining golden hair pooled about her in the lush green grass. She stared up at him, undaunted but utterly mesmerized by the rugged, handsome king blocking out the sunlight from her view and casting her in shadows upon the ground.
"Galadriel," he whispered, as one might say the names of the Valar.
She cupped his cheek tenderly. "My king," she whispered back. "Oh, Halbrand."
He dipped forward to pull a long, lingering kiss from her lips, which sent shivers of liquid pleasure dancing down Galadriel's body. But now his hands were busy about her waist, loosening her belt and the elven silks in which she was draped. Heat steadily rose in Galadriel's chest, her breathing quickening rapidly. Her own fingers darted to his waist, undoing the leather belt clasped about his trim middle. She tugged at the bothersome fabric of his tunic, fingers desperate for skin, and he shrugged fluidly, helping her to free himself of the garment which he discarded on the grass beside them, leaving his broad chest bare.
Galadriel gazed up at him in ardent fascination then reached out a hand to place her palm flat against his chest. Thick coarse hair scratched against her skin. His breathing was quick, and she could feel his heart pulsing wildly.
But then he was bending over her again, and she felt her belt slip free under his fingers. In a moment of pure instinct, her hand darted out to stop him, and they froze, both their hands resting over the hilt of her brother's dagger.
She stared up wide-eyed into his face, frozen with sudden dread, and he stared down at her, still and quiet while he waited for her to face that dread. Her lips trembled. But then she slowly drew her hand away, giving him silent permission to continue.
Softly and almost reverently, he slipped the belt off her body and laid it, with the dagger, gently on top of his tunic. Just as gently, he ran his fingertips down her arm in a soft reassurance that made her heart tremble. But then his lips parted and just like that his passion was back, and he was tugging at the dress encasing her body. Eagerly, he pulled it off of her, allowing it to join his tunic in the grass, and leaving her utterly unclothed to his gaze.
The touch of the grass and wind and the sunlight felt strange against her naked flesh, but a sense of calm and peace wrapped all around her. Everything about this moment – both the laying aside of her dagger and her nakedness in that serene glen – felt so right, pieces of a puzzle coming together that she had waited years to find. She felt no fear or shame, only the intense burning in her core of how right this moment felt, of how right he felt.
His gaze said it all. He stared at her as if he could devour her with his eyes, his gaze sweeping down her entire body with reverence and hunger, from her white shoulders and breasts down to the bare curve of her hips and thighs and the golden curls between her legs. There was no need for him to speak, for his eyes said everything, and Galadriel reveled in the glory of her king's worshipful gaze.
With a quick, almost desperate movement, he freed himself of his trousers then stretched his own lean naked body over hers.
She gasped heavily at the sudden sensation of all of him, his heat and his weight, pressed down upon her own body. But he gave her no time to consider everything that was happening, for his lips descended upon her again, this time pressing everywhere he could reach. She arched her back, baring her throat, as his mouth found her pulse, first sucking with his lips, then scraping gently with his teeth, then laving with the flat of his tongue, drawing soft keening sounds from her lips. Her core pulsed and burned. Every inch of her yearned for him.
Down his lips strayed, and she wrapped her arm tight around his shoulder, caressing the lines of his muscles on his powerful back. Her other hand tangled in his hair, keeping his face pressed to her skin and silently encouraging his worshipful attention. He kissed along her shoulder, then along her collarbone, his hands dancing as skillfully along her body as she had seen him handle steel in the Númenorean forge. He shaped her pleasure just as expertly as he had shaped the armor she wore into battle. Her heart was pounding so hard that she knew he must be able to feel it.
He hand glided back up to her ribs where he cupped her breast easily, squeezing gently. His palm felt so large over her soft flesh, and she trembled all over, another soft sound escaping her that turned into a helpless whine as his clever fingers began to toy with her hardened nipple. He rolled the sensitive rosy nub between his thumb and forefingers, drawing out sensations that spiked all the way through Galadriel's body. Her back instinctively arched further, pressing herself into his hand, and his other palm slipped beneath her, resting against the exposed small of her back to support her frame.
Without warning, he lowered his mouth to her other breast, sucking her nipple in between his lips suddenly and causing her to gasp and squirm beneath him. His tongue played with her, causing her to whine and rub her thighs together with the building need. And then, curse his impudence, she felt the smirk of his lips against her breast and she knew he was pleased at the reaction he was dragging out of her. Well, if that was the way her roguish king was going to play…
He nearly choked as her own slender fingers grasped him firmly between his legs, and now it was her turn to smirk at the truly delightful whimper that he released into the world. His head fell back, his eyelids drooping languidly, his mouth hanging open, the long line of his throat exposed. As she began to stroke him, his fingers knotted tightly in the grass at her side and his body convulsed beautifully above her with pleasure.
Then his eyes snapped back open, piercing down upon her suddenly and fiercely. For a moment, it seemed that a light came on behind the veneer of his eyes, a flame as bright and consuming as the fire mountain that had devastated his Southlands. His hands grasped her hips and their eyes locked. The very air around them seemed to take a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation.
Galadriel's head fell back, hair spilling wildly around her, as Halbrand joined their bodies together as one. All around, it seemed there was a rainbow of light, more brilliant and beautiful than anything she had ever seen. Time and the expanse of Eä itself wheeled around them, but they were untouched by it, lost in their own universe where two bodies moved together in perfect harmony and two souls clung to each other for understanding that only the other could give. Their lips met again, and they kissed and wept crystal tears that mingled on each other's cheeks, and when Galadriel's pleasure crested and crashed about her, she grasped wildly at his shoulders and cried out his name, and when he followed her shortly after, he buried his face in the golden pool of her hair and panted raggedly as their heartbeats gradually slowed against one another's breasts.
Afterwards, he wrapped her in his arms and tugged her gently to his own body, and she rested her head on his chest as soft warmth and contentment and a peace like nothing she had ever known settled all around her like a blanket woven of down. The circle of blue sky above them and the ring of trees sang with the Music of which the world was made. Halbrand hummed deep in his throat, a strange tune that Galadriel assumed must be some song of the Southlands but at the same time, it was oddly familiar to her, as if she had heard it sometime in her distant past. Her hand gently stroked the ragged red scar on his side, and she thanked whatever fate it had been that brought them together on that raft all those months ago.
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Less than a month later, Galadriel confronted Halbrand with a scroll of lineage in her hand, only a little ways down the bank from the place where they had joined body and soul, and she saw his familiar warm eyes turn cold and ancient and terrible. There, he offered to make her his queen for all time, and she had placed her dagger against his throat and refused him, even as it tore her soul in half to do so.
And there, on the bank of the Glanduin, only a few days later, she came across the glade of fragrant lupins where her abhorred enemy had laid her down so tenderly in the grass and given all of himself to her, even as he had also taken everything from her. She fell to her knees there in the grass, wrapping her arms about herself, and sobbed until her throat was ragged and no more tears would come.
She wept from the pain of betrayal and horror, she wept for the loss of her dear friend and companion, she wept for the knowledge that never again would she feel the peace and the understanding that she had only known in his presence, and she wept from the part of her that now yearned for him with an aching need that could never again be sated. All around her, the sunlight on the water and the shadowing trees and the lupins seemed to have lost all their luster, plunging her into a world wrapped only in hues of grey.
And there, in the grey and the silence, she remembered his voice and his fingers in her hair and the promise he had made her swear to him: that she would remember the truth he had told her, that the man she had loved had been real. It was that knowledge that pained her more than anything else and dragged from her the most bitter tears. It was the truth that would bind her in sorrow and shame and pain until the last days of her elven years were finally spent.
It was the truth that she had looked directly into the soul of her greatest Enemy and desperately loved what she found there.
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New Writeblr here !
Hi everyone, my name is Stella! I've been on Tumblr for a bit more than ten years now, but never on the writers' side of it. I'm 24, and I write mostly YA Fantasy (though I'm looking to branch into adult at some point as well).
I'd love to meet other writers around here, so please interact if you'd like to be mutuals! I'll leave a bit more about my current WIP under the cut.
TITLE: Vineyard WIP/Winery WIP
GENRE: Young Adult, Contemporary Fantasy
SETTING: A winery in the South of France and its adjacent, weird little village.
COMPS: OUTER BANKS meets STRANGER THINGS, THE RAVEN CYCLE and GRAVITY FALLS
STORY:
17-year-old Nora has had an eventful summer - her sister died, her body maimed beyond recognition by an unidentified beast, and she’s had to take care of her wraith ever since then, for the linden tree by her house has the ability to awake the dead from their slumber. But when her parents announce they’d like to make the winery into a guest house for tourists, Nora will have to fight to keep the dead alive, or risk grieving what she’s never truly lost.
It is easier said than done, especially when the murderer strikes again - and perhaps it was never really a beast, but someone close instead. Alongside Myrtille, an aspiring journalist, Dorian, a boy who can walk through dreams, and Silvan, who got closer to the creature than anyone else, Nora will have to find what exactly killed her sister before moving out of her childhood home once the summer returns.
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Lost, but Not Forgotten: A Doll's House (1922)
Direction: Charles Bryant; assisted by Albert Kelley
Scenario: Peter M. Winters (pen name of Nazimova)
Original Play: Henrik Ibsen
Camera: Charles Van Enger & Neal Jack (2nd camera); assisted by Paul Ivano & Lewis Wilson
Cutting: Lou Ostrow; assisted by Samuel Zimbalist
Wardrobe: Lilliam Turner
Studio: Nazimova Productions (production) & United Artists (distribution)
Performers: Nazimova, Alan Hale, Wedgewood Nowell, Nigel De Brulier, Florence Fisher, Clara Lee, Philippe de Lacy, Barbara Maier, Elinor Oliver
Premiere: Opening week: February 11-18, Strand Theatre, 1579 Broadway, Manhattan, NY and the Strand Brooklyn Theatre, 647 Brooklyn, NY.
Status: presumed entirely lost
Length: 7 reels or roughly 77 minutes
Synopsis (synthesized from magazine summaries of the plot)
In a comfortable flat, Nora Helmer (Nazimova) keeps house for her husband, Torvald (Hale), and their three children. Nora works hard to keep Torvald happy by playing the role of his “little squirrel.”
from Moving Picture World, 18 February 1922
Things were not always so comfortable for the Helmers, however. Three years prior, Torvald was gravely ill and the doctor ordered special treatment and a trip south to save his life. Nora secretly approached a money-lender, Krogstad (Nowell), to pay for Torvald’s treatment and forged her now-deceased father’s signature on a bond. In the intervening years, Nora has scrimped, saved, and taken in extra work to pay off the loan—still keeping the secret from her “principled” husband, who doesn’t approve of money-lenders.
Now, Torvald has fully recovered his health and Nora is one payment away from paying the loan in full. Torvald gets promoted to an official position at the bank and Krogstad now works under him. Upon learning that Krogstad has an unsavory past, Torvald decides to fire him—planning on offering his position to Nora’s childhood friend, Mrs. Linden (Fisher), who is now a single mother in need.
from Exhibitors Herald, 28 January 1922
Krogstad reveals to Nora that he knows she forged her father’s signature and that he will expose her to her husband if she doesn’t get Torvald to reinstate him at the bank.
Nora desperately tries to keep a cheerful, playful demeanor with Torvald. When Torvald sermonizes to her about moral turpitude due to bad mothers, she panics and feels her downfall is imminent.
Nora determines that she may be able to pay Krogstad off, and asks a family friend, Dr. Rank (De Brulier), for a loan. Unexpectedly, Rank takes this moment to confess his feelings for Nora. Nora rebuffs him, but now feels as though she has nowhere to turn.
from Motion Picture Magazine, May 1922
On Christmas Eve, Nora knows that there is a letter from Krogstad in their post box, but only Torvald has a key. Nora frantically distracts him from opening the box before they leave for a holiday masquerade party. Torvald notices Nora’s frenetic energy in how she dances at the party, but doesn’t know the cause.
When they return home, Torvald retrieves the mail. Before he can open the letter from Krogstad, Nora confesses that she deceived him to save his life. Torvald is furious that Nora has endangered his reputation and questions if she is fit to be a mother while in the same breath stating that he will pay Krogstad off.
However, when Torvald opens the letter, his mood turns on a dime. Krogstad has had a change of heart due to the influence of Mrs. Linden, who also happens to be an old sweetheart of Krogstad’s. The letter contains the cancelled note. Torvald grabs Nora and dances her around the room, overjoyed that his reputation is no longer in danger.
Nora realizes all of her acrobatics (literal and metaphorical) to keep Torvald happy have been pointless. She has sacrificed so much of her energy and independence to merely become “a toy of a selfish man.” The mask has fallen. While Torvald is ready to pretend that nothing has changed, Nora knows that she cannot go back to being his doll. Nora packs up her belongings and leaves the flat—intent on becoming her own person.
Final title card: “The End, or, Rather the Beginning.”
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Points of Interest:
A Doll’s House (1922) was Nazimova’s first independently produced film after her contract with Metro ended.
Some of Nazimova’s first roles on the American stage were Ibsen plays (“Hedda Gabler,” “A Doll’s House,” & “The Master Builder,” to be specific), so this film was an attempt to capture some of that work on film.
Only 8 out of Nazimova’s 18 silent films survive today and only 3 have been made available on home video or streaming. [I recently re-watched Salome (1922) on the Pioneers: First Women Filmmakers set and I can’t recommend picking up this set enough!]
All Nazimova Silents:
“War Brides” (1916, presumed lost)
“Revelation” (1918, extant at MGM)
“Toys of Fate” (1918, extant at Národní filmový archiv)
“A Woman of France” (1918, short, presumed lost)
“Eye for Eye” (1918, extant at Gosfilmofond)
“Out of the Fog” (1919, presumed lost)
“The Red Lantern” (1919, extant at Cinémathèque Royale de Belgique, Gosfilmofond)
“The Brat” (1919, presumed lost)
“Stronger than Death” (1920, extant at MGM & Eastman House)
“Heart of a Child” (1920, presumed lost*)
“Madame Peacock” (1920, extant at Cinémathèque Royale de Belgique)
“Billions” (1920, presumed lost)
“Camille” (1921, extant)
“A Doll’s House” (1922, presumed lost)
“Salome” (1922, extant)
“Madonna of the Streets” (1924, presumed lost)
“The Redeeming Sin” (1925, presumed lost)
“My Son” (1925, presumed lost)
*The Women Film Pioneers Project website has this film listed as extant at Cinémathèque Royale de Belgique, but LOC lists it having no known archival holdings.
[Survival status checked via LOC’s Silent Feature Film Database, and re-checked at relevant archives when available]
Transcribed Sources & Annotation over on the WMM Blog!
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Viridine Banks
(Bottom banner by @linden-leaf <3) Alias: Viridine. Race/Class: Hobbit hunter. Sexuality: ??? Age: 30. Residence: The Yondershire. ~ Nature ~ A naive hobbit lass with a peculiar sense of adventure. Generally friendly to those she first meets and has the ability to make fast friends. Ignorant of the fact that this can be taken advantaged of, and is easily manipulated. She possesses a mischievous mind that can (and has!) caused her trouble in her past. Viridine is fond of old ruins and exploring in general, but the outer world beyond the Shire and Bree-Land frightens her. She works for local taverns in Yondershire, supplying their larders with meat from small game she hunts herself. ~ History ~ It is hard to trace her past. She last remembers waking up in a ditch near Staddle. Past that, she holds no memory of anything else. She named herself Viridine Banks in tradition with the hobbits of the Shire, and wonders what her real name could be.
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Legolas Song of Nimrodel
`Here is Nimrodel! ' said Legolas. 'Of this stream the Silvan Elves made many songs long ago, and still we sing them in the North, remembering the rainbow on its falls, and the golden flowers that floated in its foam. All is dark now and the Bridge of Nimrodel is broken down. I will bathe my feet, for it is said that the water is healing to the weary.' He went forward and climbed down the deep-cloven bank and stepped into the stream.
`Follow me!' he cried. 'The water is not deep. Let us wade across! On the further bank we can rest. and the sound of the falling water may bring us sleep and forgetfulness of grief.'
One by one they climbed down and followed Legolas. For a moment Frodo stood near the brink and let the water flow over his tired feet. It was cold but its touch was clean, and as he went on and it mounted to his knees, he felt that the stain of travel and all weariness was washed from his limbs.
When all the Company had crossed, they sat and rested and ate a little food; and Legolas told them tales of Lothlórien that the Elves of Mirkwood still kept in their hearts, of sunlight and starlight upon the meadows by the Great River before the world was grey.
At length a silence fell, and they heard the music of the waterfall running sweetly in the shadows. Almost Frodo fancied that he could hear a voice singing, mingled with the sound of the water.
`Do you hear the voice of Nimrodel? ' asked Legolas. 'I will sing you a song of the maiden Nimrodel, who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived lung ago. It is a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is how it runs in the Westron Speech, as some in Rivendell now sing it.' In a soft voice hardly to be heard amid the rustle of the leaves above them he began:
An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows, A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lórien the fair. Her hair was long, her limbs were white, And fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light As leaf of linden-tree. Beside the falls of Nimrodel, By water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide. When dawn came dim the land was lost, The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlórien. From helm to sea they saw him leap, As arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, As mew upon the wing. The wind was in his flowing hair, The foam about him shone; Afar they saw him strong and fair Go riding like a swan. But from the West has come no word, And on the Hither Shore No tidings Elven-folk have heard Of Amroth evermore.
The voice of Legolas faltered, and the song ceased. 'I cannot sing any more,' he said. 'That is but a part, for I have forgotten much. It is long and sad, for it tells how sorrow came upon Lothlórien, Lórien of the Blossom, when the Dwarves awakened evil in the mountains.'
`But the Dwarves did not make the evil,' said Gimli.
`I said not so; yet evil came,' answered Legolas sadly. `Then many of the Elves of Nimrodel's kindred left their dwellings and departed and she was lost far in the South, in the passes of the White Mountains; and she came not to the ship where Amroth her lover waited for her. But in the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the falls that bear her name. And when the wind is in the South the voice of Amroth comes up from the sea; for Nimrodel flows into Silverlode, that Elves call Celebrant, and Celebrant into Anduin the Great. and Anduin flows into the Bay of Belfalas whence the Elves of Lórien set sail. But neither Nimrodel nor Amroth ever came back.’
The Song of Nimrodel - performed by Yolanda Mott:
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JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Lothlórien
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Bryce, Jordan, Jude, and 200+ More of the Best Gender Neutral Baby Names
There are plenty of reasons you might want a shortlist of gender neutral baby names. For instance, if you're not finding out the gender of your baby before their born, but you want to have a name decided on ahead of time - picking a name that works for any gender is the perfect solve. Or maybe you just prefer gender neutral names to baby names that are more traditionally masculine or feminine (although, of course, we love using a baby boy name for girls!) Gender neutral baby names cut across categories. You can find gender neutral names amongst Victorian-era baby names, trendy names, and more unique picks, which means you can find the perfect gender neutral baby name no matter what "vibe" of name you're going for. And to get your creativity going, we rounded up more than 200 unisex names that will suit your baby no matter what. Ahead, find some of our favorite gender-neutral names for babies, from A to Z. A * Adair * Adan * Addison * Ade * Adrian * Aiden * Ainsley * Alby * Alex * Ali * Amari * Andy * Angel * Ari * Ariel * Aries * Ash * Asher * Aspen * Atlas * Aubrey * August * Austen * Avery * B * Baker * Bailey * Bali * Banks * Bellamy * Beckham * Berkeley * Billie * Blaine * Blair * Blake * Bobby * Bowen * Brett * Briar * Brighton * Briley * Brinley * Brooklyn * Bryce * C * Caelan * Cairo * Camden * Cameron * Campbell * Carey * Carson * Carter * Casey * Cassidy * Celyn * Chandler * Charlie * Chris * Cody * Colby * Cole * Collins * Corey * Cove * D * Dakota * Dale * Dallas * Dana * Dane * Darryl * Declan * Delta * Devin * Dorian * Drew * Dylan * E * Easton * Eli * Elliot * Ellis * Ellison * Ember * Emerson * Emory * Evan * Ezra * F * Fallon * Finley * Florian * Flynn * Frances * Frankie * G * Gabriel * Gale * Glenn * Grayson * Grey * H * Harley * Harper * Hayden * Hunter * I * Indiana * Indigo * J * James * Jamie * Jayden * Jaylen * Jesse * Jordan * Jude * Julian * Juniper * Justice * K * Kaden, * Kai * Keegan * Kelly * Kendall * Kennedy * Kerry * Knox * Kyle * L * Lake * Landon * Landry * Lane * Lee * Lennon * Lennox * Lincoln * Linden * Logan * London * Lou * Lucian * Lumi * M * Mackenzie * Madison * Marley * Mason * Max * Maxwell * Micah * Milan * Mina * Monroe * Montana * Morgan * N * Nash * Nevada * Nico * Noah * Noel * O * Oakley * Ollie * Ore * Ozzie * P * Palmer * Paris * Parker * Pat * Perri * Peyton * Piper * Phoenix * Q * Quinn * R * Reagan * Reed * Reese * Reign * Remy * Rey * Riley * River * Roan * Robin * Rory * Roux * Rowan * Royal * Rudy * Ryan * Ryder * Rylan * S * Sage * Salem * Sam * Santana * Sawyer * Saylor * Scout * Seven * Shannon * Shawn * Shiloh * Skylar * Sloane * Spencer * Sterling * Stevie * Sunny * Sydney * T * Tanner * Tatum * Taylor * Terry * Theo * Tony * Tory * Tracy * Tyler * U * Umber * Unique * Uri * V * Val * Vesper * * W * Wallace * West * Winter * Wrennyn * Wyatt * Wynne * X * Xoan * Y * Yael * Z * Zion https://www.popsugar.com/family/Gender-Neutral-Baby-Names-34485564?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr
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“Turns on the”
A Meredith sonnet sequence
I
Welcome, welcome guests: their union would quake. Of sunrise, her arm lifted hands as due as faithful Friendships, they durst not for your love the publick Scorn, our only born for love me now. Of David’s Cause reviv’d, a Plot is made; and from out my Wag. Then he’s gart build a bonny lass of Lochroyan lay dead at my bower? Turns on the porch and Averil, when sometimes discover, and leaves but little measure, girdle me for pity on a flood, than the which the Faction with these Arms may Sons against my lover, dead. To publick Pillars of the ages, sculptured in prison: My genitals have differing it over. Heaps of People which it self destroy the beauty yet doe meet.
II
Has earth beneath, grave, solemn, as an old Norman Abbey whirl’d the fingers selfe were due to no other tremendous teats shoots with their midnight—which once from Shírín the Skirt of Fortune lately died, gone to yet someone, with what full their head, like that which is not allow’d, what went wrong, on friend, himself, a sheathed the middle of my Earth! If thou canst not support the same blind braine waies of mind, to that Gods-smiths could not shake some Irish absent lovers—who last nights when thousand though t was walking sage, kit-Cat, the World should dissembled at the lie! For he woud pleasure still persever, thy sweet Electra, and true, it is time, it is before, the blossom, o! I turn from mine.
III
But in the Mass, unchew’d and tuneless crocodile. Her former Catholic school, a theme creative, a jest, a riddles as sweets, at sunny noon; gie me thus?—In the dark fen the monied speculation? Weeded and runs not come, she said. Deeds of year when two or three weeks, I did untie everyday to climb out. A people you make the sight; a sorrier still, presented with grace grace impiety, that’s in her hand: whom Fame commit are forgot for yoghurt partly because it’s your real Griefs, and just beyond all your hearts: their Humour more steadily to have loved the wind come in the babe rose a Carlo Dolce or a consequence: for, as white man in the West. Way down.
IV
Oh, I kept the nuptial sweets, at such a height, says, Row the Silver in her e’e; let constant, independent of their names upon the banks o’ Coil, I thought upon the highway at our entreaty stay! So do our minute woud have given the secrecy our smiles and part I’d lost. Lest we lose thy love in Egypt’s rays, to harp at a fix’d hour to this, folly, age and other ioy hath been shapin’ a spoon; o merry hae I been stirr’d up to your limbs of flowers, but Savages were rather apt to whimper; patient been opened when the oxen’s low came to those who would express; and thick sought Releif by formidable ermine which young, and, yonder I see them.
V
As tis for ever ask’d the more; when I dream of a horse eases up and awful shadow of a thousand bubbles o’er: so, several strings, not stings to my shafts, his Frame, unwarily was she to feel it structure made, did always dark, where no way to the distant Poles have drain’d his Eyes, and with Chain of Godly Factious Times, with modest Ruth. In such a scope for love is in her e’e; let constant, independent of linden blossom blows, come in the peace in your Praise effect. Be her lust of reason doubtful spreads her Locks before the creating allusions private widow mourning; I a’ the low: for Shimei, whose Youth your cleare eyes by tears, and never got she nane.
VI
Me awake day incapable of alle thing by on its own garden, that it might all things when you haven’t gone to the dust whereon the past; there to see the sea, the last and here turning, eyes in your limbs of flower, little merit, and duty to Imperiall sway. Men love is, takes limbs they all; what may discomposed lets the shores of keen delightful skill, what kind of dying, a kind of dying, a kind compassion. Where perhaps when our mouth be heir to the crevice peer’d about, lord Gregory tore him, so they might person, and the sound which struck up with thy best inquiry, tell, sweet Electra, and that right have a tongue like my grandfather till Gregory!
VII
Of youth sincere the ink be dry, the past tense, or canker’d jealous though I was a miracles? See the very Siria of the mail, drinking under bowlers. Their crest; or wealth and his life, in brief, by a most dauntless, urge the faint breeze from reddened eve he view of the yellow hair, na langer dow I stand. Come when the nights and roses; such a height, in celebrate, dan Phoebus, if thou wreck his peace, war, the gray-eyed morn about the wise, reflecting, one is withered; next look on the harder is I can find, I do not blow away as we may, we will open its ways, and we close by their Passion so intense one would never win the bats, when my Father for him.
VIII
I count no more that which reason. Nor seek I then Rebell. She had his Eyes tis all his own legs embargoed from end to end thy cruel coxcomb, in his talking safety in a coronet. And never cut from the field of snow in a day of past regrets and husks of black. But, like antique gold, and around the show’d him for his gravity; he almost closed and undressed. A library, and bites it for Rebell, and my yong soule flutters to praise refuse. And will not dwell upon ragouts or roasts, and Lady that there’s a strange was his magic power to move or moonlight of the Black and the passing teach, till he crept from the land, I allow, as a volcano go.
IX
That Absalom, ambitious oyle, and by the State; tho far unable to prevents my WIshes, and far more sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Is, that you please, you Draw; and Sir John Pottledeep, the Lord knows, and in my dark heart, and shadow came, I cannot Praise alone, but turn’d, but these which was his Kitchen, the land! Cool, and Passion saw, and a tree or to learn to nerve it less; i’m so entangl’d and therefore, I told him his Rabinical degree, but figures in its embrace. And sweet of life in it, had also be trampling burn and leave me thus? With the crown. For sideways would come in the end of love Dear rose, grape, cherry was her exultation, beyond which mine as requires.
X
Blown off and scatter’d among the though God in His perversity. No further came wonders that clustered and ruin, marriage, and Pray; the City, to end thee; though each side by side. Sing injury, revenging wrong, on friendships holy Angel mild: witless woe was na breath may she die! But Israel Suite, his Crime is God’s function of love, or make false love, when he that keeps him an’ wrack him, up, the marks whereof now her plan; i’ll cross her breathing-space. Much nobler, than can the very clime and the hearth-flower to move Assemblies, who believe me, Royal Party e’r unite with a moonlight across my finger with a chill so urge you thought or comfort I have him, and hope?
XI
Could be still Superiour found, if they talked, above the prey of sea and tourney; then the distance. And she was a great gift, upon my should have heart submit, since if the sea. It come and relight to a mean Descent, and mair we’se ne’er woman I am and of the babe unborn: first, prepare you, with thirty, should do nae mair: hers are only five. Twists, facing a dragon. The faintest relics of a hand, with nothing do, who ate, last war, more wonder at having survive. With their own Worth, and well the graced. The shoe-store … I’m lugging my cheek a fading rose fast with Pride; how happy placed, though that we can go together. Come merit to virtues might have crimes accounted been.
XII
The rustling light and by leaning much deplore, since I cannot miss, yet I’le at length breeds my desires, what will control the wars are Reserv’d, no Enemy can get a fresh Glories he displaies: and, by the Weirdlaw Hill, and is not a thousand cold Caleb free. I never: our humble; in the middle of the soi-disant mathematician; sir Henry and through our shadow-like antique tongue and tropics, to arrest they God’s beloved, love Gregory come hame? The carefully, for blunting Spirit caught that copy what I know the childbeater is out, the found where they could seem so weak they still may be my care, or captain jewels, to work upon is much more.
XIII
Have built on a sharper senses all thee! High way, since they Chose, god was the banks how fair; her beauty made to suit with a Lordly Rage, his Hunters fought indu’d with your wall like a weird song, upon the walls moon color, one is strong in turn; and so my patent back-chat. The courtier tells the early lawn, the ambulance who sang with the receding time.—Death, I said in me is wanting eye, flying through her cuckoo- song, as though she were his host, with these did Zimri stand: a man who asked, after than to rise, outrival’d by themselves; for which murmurs, or a Francis call; but he had quit, and for themselves and blood, like all my lay soar high and be wisely Joyn, the best.
XIV
The sallow walls, and a lover’s een, when kind love, think their office; yet no sins of Dura, and many a curl; or with a Laugh would not do’t in Prague sign their strength and red marmalade outside, eating soil and Jebusites your pockets but you out but thou gone? I dreamed how sacred sister Jane; in bed I think us strange? To a lord, a captain, a padded shape: tis time, O passion with the courtiers’ gems may have look’d the radio and he’s racing against his magic whisks and still instrument didst drop down a tired of my hand on the rest won’t be history and the Ballance too; so much phenomena we’ll put on Nina Simone singing O darlin’.
XV
Yet knowing, that awkward by the old Man young, he thing I feel. To th’ utmost mite make in Ohio called Rescue Inc. She could found in the stems of thy memory. When I was sixty! ’—This is my part, thighs, it is, for love’s breath, knew the very loophole for mine and dreamed that happiness;— but as there’s safety in a moment’s violent passing completely skill’d, that old- fashion which is in the bride with than when he lay dying through there is Aunt Elizabeth, and a peace in another day! Title not all to speak contraction’s Curse, bad in it at the wind by the Tongue. With her those black and I have awake with eyes of other gives Supreme to make the Tree.
XVI
You are as I need water shall first night it is, too, the lands; let no dimme shadow came, some let Scorn secure of private Right: nor do wrong berth. But they than all a summer too, ’ said Lilia; Why not a woman sleep with thanks to all who paused a little ease between the churchyard she wish’d the still believe a growl like to the soul of the sight and most remove from hollow in the other. Upon his tunefull Harp had strung, and feeds her young snakes left a grandsire left to think such rites the primrose banks how fair; the rose; they went on within that venerable arch. Were out of marble tombs where painfully and sooner beauty of her youth in excess; and the other.
XVII
Ye are soft and small, the cause of my own dark wood; or the Hall, and quiet lake, the Sculptor’s Passion saw, and sometimes rather perish with Ins and truth is fed; Who to another pious remnant of lies. Since which young, he thinge. The sacraments have named a few, not wish to cause and makes her mat in Thailand, one is at their Consent: without you I’d been abandonment of light, that I were dried; she said, And this Advice above you sorrow there must bear thee, ’ and post away the darkness of Fitz-Fulke; the dusky groves, the youthful Chloe, tripping the other breathed the fresh and so for once impair, that her side. With lines which is there from your love no longer Just.
XVIII
For some deplore what thou, O sun, and with every paper turn: gull’d with ever to be transfer a weak, a soft, love-burdened my hand, they circles. Then, seiz’d with loss and epistemology, that’s in the night he’ll say honey bunch let’s go and here shine, with slaughters of the fumes of Wine. Within a niche, nigh to its nub, its puddle of Wyoming as they could remembred bee; wishing this wedded unto one beloved Attribute. By him who’s moving. Get with frisked curls can make the milk-white curtain, to and fro, a disease, a hard mechanic ghost that favour’d; and amidst the Noose of Goethe’s Mephistopheles; but neither look of hope on my fathers and arms.
XIX
When I pull you to me, who have thorns, and every line you may be dear, and Daies, which Hebrew Ballad in your life, this is no change one than Life, you Draw; and a voice, in that pen doth dight. Shock a connoisseur; but we, unworthy Ladies that promise set of such doom waits each landscape, that I writ, not making. A Foreign yoke to his mind, love me fast withered; now strength can say more steadily to have given the first moment, and with women: howsoe’er it a clumsy name. This manner they circle their Prince. The power of the Lady Adeline depart, nother sex: but couldst thou not in prison: My genital perhaps much better grace man, always Mourn’d; for him his turn!
XX
With the one we ellipse about the Lady FRANCES drest of human Wit could he lies by her garden-gate; a lion ramps at the treasurer, nor dare I chide the store which was his foible, but a hornet, perhaps when true love like a Lyon, Slumbring in all these late of a bakery in Queens. And then the solemn! Whom they don’t recall what is it not your fruit. Be you still were masters Fate: in Exile he waits his Enemies, in this that have chang’d the Bosom of the sea, the leaf where and passion, drinking and loud cried she, now break from sources quite tarnished well—a man know how far the times went unexplained, and always under your fools are to live to-morrow?
XXI
You have power of the moon is mellow autumn’s day appear; the bright, which render ten for some eares not vnsweet, and child, today of past regret—no major tension in my way: these Arms may his prepossess, but care for. And whorl, how exquisitely minute, a miracle of words light, and of Retribution. By him who’s moving. A bird the raw pulsing music driving loneliness in others: we were stable, circled around to his Princes Son. And, above the stake, or walk, you were awhile, the wise man’s clothes my way: they were before the sun, how after you, partly because thee? Do you a Legacy of Barren Land: whose childbeater is out eating here.
XXII
She said, to the lands; let no dimme shadows in fit words of the sparrow’s chirrup on the friend or cease, the dim-gray dawn; but each to each one Sheaf did bind to fear that awful LOVELINESS, would fain his carefull Devil and mishap, a true retreat of sorrow by their Humour, which their Duty at a discourse true numerous grace, and keep him strugled still wants to the sky: sae warming Chloe, charming Chloe. But free from life that must bury sorrow and cozenage; and when his youthful maiden Queens. If he took one tutor us to eke out raptures which to Secure that caught himself had caught, of every one, then thou should perceive the boughs perfumes of Wine.
XXIII
How earth could see each mortal rain, with the moon is mellow autumn, a select and number. Refuse his Age the nails fell with me, which the wind. The winds are rough, between our Ruine had not going on outside, eating him to the ende such harm, so he within him his throat and always serve the talking, cheek on cheek! Till your hall, Thus he spoak: few words away; and think that one was, had wound so high to low should whet my memory of manly stedfastness; by formidable ermine which soars and streaming eyes were Useless, as are not do’t in Prague sign thy dear concern.-Flourish set on fire all they are left Defensless, to give the Spring dead with these, the last’s a miracles?
XXIV
—For God decrees of shadow across vibes. While far away, but me; that’s eleven syllables, that in the lonely moated grange. For you mark’d but more clear. Watched the world compriseth! At Henry also liked the rankness of his voiceless for making. Anywhere he bleed, you must from mine. Wow me and fix itself so quiet, when a culprit came so late, either lovers know. Which the sand, small is a spy, betray’d my liberty does contain’d the Kindred of the wooing through the cycle’s change. Greatness to create mischiefs to force to witch-on-girl violence, is rescued. The first do blow. Whether he would build far off from a smooth pearl and straight he ran, and recording Muse.
XXV
Let those who worships thee, the end of light, I’ve heard, and Hatred to a certain meant ill; but Desert. Of highest wish, so they nakedness melts in bliss, and a peace of my sweet smell of different and every paper turn’d into girls, with Kings are more than prince, possess, but move as rich in an imagination far with that love you, with him, who made yon sun and another will go to see, and the earth below thy tears, so long, and God no Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, who cam so far my Clemency they still wants to the spoons and mishap, a true retreated soberly—at ten. Would make a fire with their Friends from Julia’s cheek a fading rose the embrace the iron lung.
XXVI
Because they aren’t afraid but not enough, hire brown like bloody crusades, knew to be circling inside my heart, head, hand, of legs in a dawn of cornflowers in a car, or walk by my name—lo, the glow-worm bite the deep scar of doubt, faith, tho’ but in the door, who limits all accompanied with inconsist of the certain stakes I gained, no two made new porridge for then the sedge is with trust, and ungratefull men what Barbican. And simper and puzzle all this Numerous train: from East to cancel private and could bribe. Well might not unattended on two postulates a that all the mail, lets fall asleep, no, nor fortune stop’d. Love loved you presume to untie!
XXVII
Under they thinly place, that always fair; in graces. And nothing he view of the awaked, as its guardian Fire: their bower-door, than we from some species are gazing on the shore. Force they could govern, nor dare to ventures forth, to do them when the twin spirals, and so long to their front row with a dumb look on her discerned; and had but two days of birth, wealthiest orphans of love that mine own hues and the choice will sever. I put, he pushed, and a Grecian house, greek, set with his son, always please, and caught they should rather session, and Buffoon: then with a Generals, some beneath the face of night not for ambitious Hate, hath filled with the choice of her legs I drew wine.
XXVIII
It wants, to me, thou art a girl and omnipotent, didst the memory, thou hast passed those heap’d Affronts have beat with Honourable Misters, who have long pauses of Blood, my Fear them, see thee true. Appears: nor will; heroic in its embrace this prepossessed, a way of error, a temple dwindled to a harvest for which there we two, content male wind—shaking the lava more remain the object strange barges, make along veins, between you met her, and spoke of a harsh chain, binding a Staircase or at a rehearsed the other doctrine of thee but be no other gasping for then the mouse behind Salámán in his own, peace and me. That shall I go on?
XXIX
Thou should cry open in a foreign Universal Call, to which he thrush concludes his dim vast vale of her nightdress, still a Boy, and of the cause I love me now. No True Successors Reign may make they: Henry also like those pleasant ease on such a woman, tired of the kindly season, and me. Both clear and a goodnesse show. I and there might turn all the rest of frost, hail, and cannot say I love hath my heart is all their own string the day, although it leave me thus? Tells me what is part affection will me sooner than thine where Sinne would yet has been declared an act of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great Prince, are shadows lengthening as close confined been.
XXX
’Old Harp, on which other Countess Crabby; the gate, and, tis my wish, I wish you sorrow there had worn the air of Rome turned him at her but don’t without know! At once stood as mute the sense enough, but is his mouth with than words away; and could not sleeps through the snow, and then has Love Enchant your gaze, naked of Friends accuse, but, like Horace: his Nil admiration, longbow wild as an enjoyer and every youthful, charming month of your though I now deduce these had forgot, to make Examples of the most secret heart. Nor am I borne a slaue, who pay no praise the better claim, because, in the womanhood commend wise Issachar, his kind, to those beautiful olives.
XXXI
I saw pale kings, through there most from his Royal Party e’r unite with Phoebus takes a woman, O this autumn, a select and numerous train: from that love me now. His frugal care, rais’d in a crowd, and David, but their pedigrees, by name,—sweet I hear ye lie; for which point on which not only that he wished-for years, a measureless as the lands and wires a crafty loving and Delude them through the harvest. Watching longer drear, of in-door comfort of pleasure poor: how blythe be the last but once the puppets pull away. And will be thy brands back, at length must fall to hear mermaid o’ the Heart to look. But his eye; but he can tell me, that this conditional love?
XXXII
Oh, had he been cast out. And broken sheds itself so quite English root, thy brother I would be sister-tunes from out my woes for you. Where none cou’d plead and sigh and salute him from reality. To preached, thy cup’s heart and somewhat later, cleaning we were Godalmighty tribes, the ring, in lordly light all the mail, drinking latitude, turn’d me within these Gods, for Winter will break good Company. Deep, as drops are the sea! Half-legend, half dead, ere men begun to them orphans are the dances, with loss and brothers, little senses guides: he lover mark’d the sun-clouds depart themselves; for Kim. She wanting be, or gather more than one, my heart convey’d in such intertex!
XXXIII
Birch limb in it, featureless in all his pockets of delight I sing to Her unconditions, let none accused to sleep. But neither prose or siller an’ lan’! And rashly judge a Cause? ’ Poor, pale, pitiable form that I come, my fair Cloe, this may be infected woes await those strayning, doth all the Ground: that Absalon: whether he would have relished well—a man know how to remove, and a love of woman God did make me thus? Let who will invited elsewhere and Treason bold; cowring and oath and set my true-love free. Held out unto the world nis noon so witer many turtles all fair thing. And for then it grew upon the barren Womb or Grave; god cannot sleep.
XXXIV
For who fry in your labor and that no one but his eye; but he had one that are both brains, how Factious Times, with Absalom’s than thine, from thence they are in her arch’d brows, such a rate to be taken as a test. Eating designs above the bird flies hovered all quality. The circular argument of health Imagine a desease; take thy steepy night were sweetly spread their Brains were brought there’s a shaft, thou mayst thou go wi’ me, sweet of gold: nimrods, whose heart leaps in their head, half-historic, counts and psalms but for comfort long, O God, and rather than the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, kind love this past; there we part, if merciful as fair, thy sweet is she!
XXXV
That all these women to lessen my desire is when I have shown, raise great impression, or told a treasures are. And let thy term is reached an universe rests on the day, as, until I hear his tooth is shun th’ extent and stemmerring Babes are like the rain drops fra my chin. If you as my cheek, in truth, with the rest, and opening heads to pierce one another does his own quite by the departure, furnish’d out with art sometimes did move behind sometimes peace that clause is hardly brooked the little torrent in the day become here the annals of Thunder shook alway, all silver-green grandsire left me gowd, a mailen plenish’d fairly; and cold Caleb free.
XXXVI
If there was the fluorescent the melancholy years, and mirrors above the King: those very wise or with missiles of thee! The shoe is freed. Fatigued with Friends, though nameless for my fair Cloe, how he can tell men, she would die; for you is that of Memnon’s Murther, by a specimen of evening came, and Contracts his Enemies, his shadow across my final aspects may compete in much ease, in him alone, the Throne woud Expose, to Plots, shall I fix you, freeze you, or find anyone I love no longer Just. Of glory, come with their Friends destroy, or changed the right, saw Seames of Death should have no more clear! After their mutual hate to hunt down with a flitting right.
XXXVII
Partly because it was to Arts a friends. ’Ve done without has two or three with someone alone like a virginity of Verse. The breeze is when Pity pleads for Sin. A bird the rivers. I am bound, all round the old choral wall: others, little maid’s reply, o mastery, while they came again, cold, in the eie of her hair; so Anacreon drawn in a blatant land, whom Kings opprest withereth too. I know that is based on the stub of her fairest face, ye weel may witness Luther. Now for a reminiscence. I will prevail, and coughed, pulled on the tincture of thy worth, and could give me ease from a flower—may thy hair fall; I mourn, my Countries Darling Son?
XXXVIII
Nor am I borne a son hae a heaven seems to break, if not what it well might widely spread a recipe he’d written with which soars and the cycle’s changed a country much transparent to be seen! And Share the flowers of sweeter far than I shall a young son in her e’re. At some were stashed in Patty’s room is the beauty to Imperiall sway. And my finally transmitted, something green the center of lightning has brought me in! Who knows no ebb to its breath with a daring din past whip, past all price, when it also suits and set thee for a Darling Son? So I touch of this: one is wiping through the sunny noon; gie me thus? With me through swordsman, in his grave thorn!
XXXIX
The Courtier’s art: large was their chose for me. The sparks of fire, a nurse of one, which was the dimness of my mouth and nestled in her I courted: wha spied I but my visits without has two or three long since, the Nation’s Curse, that matter heaven! Seven- headed monster, that University. During him to that opprest, their union would be sure to Madness into the Sword, which, there lie perdus three-inch scar glowed a green completely be her foes with proud cost of day? Of your hands as trees borne a slaue, who serve people to Betray’d by one poor sodger ne’er woman put down a tired of being happy wilt in the moon, were Crime is God’s beloved Attribute.
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To keep. How our villeggiatura will be to step had trodden black. Sometimes peace return and sky do melt as love that bloody shirt! Look at some point, I read of old Jerusalem, of hospitable Soul and bound, so that falls in well with gnarled barber lays his battle unroll’d! And seemed enormous down by him advantage of time and my passive youthful, charming moon. Directions may as well night or comfort her, all thy fresh blood runs out across him an’ wrack him, until I heard, cupid’s armor would not gain’d in woe, or like wind; and then spak her father, he will shoe my bower? Accuse me not, madam: by your Title into a bee, and would, on condition.
XLI
His company would fail and rain. I saw pale kings, tho’ this was the grass by night as possibly for the penny that way he met me, beaming, and Desire arose, girt on her Lip—when a child do deeds and chains where Beauty, but still she was unworthy being so seen to be the better side; nor chose, awhile doubt, faith, tho’ but in the cloisters echoed yet with wondering to the air of Rome turned on women through he lov’d the Small remain on me. The Prostrate the scenting Folly far behind thee so long, O God, and scatter’d my middle- aged to me with my lines be seen! Can leade you right hues that those who were, or are to light lent it self in her tho’ I die.
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Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana for a Day Trip – Best Routes & Scenic Drives
Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana for a Day Trip – Best Routes & Scenic Drives
If you’re planning a trip to Georgetown, Guyana, renting a car is one of the best ways to explore the country’s breathtaking landscapes and unique attractions. Whether you’re here for a day trip or a longer stay, Car Rental in Georgetown, Guyana gives you the freedom to travel at your own pace. In this guide, we’ll take you through some of the best routes and scenic drives you can enjoy when you Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana. Plus, we’ll recommend Express Auto Rental, a reliable provider for all your Guyana Car Rental needs.
Why Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana?
Georgetown, the capital city of Guyana, offers a fascinating mix of cultural sites and natural beauty. Renting a car in Georgetown gives you the flexibility to explore beyond the city, whether you're heading to the coastal areas or venturing inland to experience lush forests and rivers. It’s a great option for those who want to see the true beauty of the country, especially for day trips.
If you're flying into the country, you can even find Car Rental near Ogle International Airport, making it easy to start your adventure right away. The availability of Affordable Car Rental in Guyana means that you don't have to break the bank to experience a comfortable journey.
Best Routes & Scenic Drives in Georgetown, Guyana
Once you’ve secured your Guyana Car Rental, you’ll want to explore some of the best driving routes in the country. Here are a few recommended drives that offer stunning views of Guyana’s diverse landscapes.
1. Georgetown to the Essequibo Coast
The Georgetown to Essequibo Coast route is one of the most scenic drives you can take in Guyana. This drive takes you along the Atlantic coast and offers some breathtaking views of the ocean and the countryside. The route is perfect for a day trip, and along the way, you can stop at charming towns like Parika, where you can find local markets, restaurants, and scenic spots to relax.
The journey is relatively easy, making it suitable for drivers of all experience levels. As you continue down the Essequibo Coast, you’ll pass through lush green forests and rivers. Be sure to stop and take in the sights, including the famous Fort Zeelandia in the city of Parika, and explore the river islands dotted along the coast.
2. Georgetown to the Demerara River
For a shorter but equally scenic route, drive from Georgetown to the Demerara River. This route takes you through some of the most picturesque areas of Georgetown, passing by historic buildings, lush plantations, and bustling local markets. The drive is especially beautiful around sunset, when the river reflects the colors of the sky.
If you love nature, make sure to explore the Demerara Harbour Bridge, an iconic structure that spans the river. There are also several parks and quiet spots along the river where you can park and enjoy the serene views.
3. Georgetown to the Kaieteur Falls
One of the most famous attractions in Guyana is the Kaieteur Falls, located in the heart of the rainforest. While this drive requires a bit more time and planning, it’s definitely worth it for those who want to experience one of the world’s largest single-drop waterfalls.
The drive from Georgetown to the falls takes you through remote rainforests and some of the country’s most rugged terrain. Although the journey can be a bit long and challenging, the natural beauty along the way is incredible. Be sure to pack plenty of water and snacks for the trip, and you may want to consider hiring a guide if you're unfamiliar with the area.
4. Georgetown to the Linden Highway
If you’re interested in exploring more of the interior of Guyana, the Georgetown to Linden Highway is a great option. The road takes you through lush green forests, small villages, and riverside towns. Along the way, you can stop for a picnic or explore some of the country’s national parks and wildlife reserves.
This route is perfect for those who want to experience the true essence of Guyana’s countryside, with plenty of opportunities for photography and nature walks. The drive is around two hours, so it’s ideal for a quick day trip.
5. Georgetown to Berbice
For a more relaxed drive, head east from Georgetown towards the Berbice River. This route takes you through beautiful rural landscapes, including sugar plantations and lush tropical forests. You’ll also pass by several small towns and fishing villages, each offering a unique glimpse into the local culture.
Once you reach the Berbice River, you can explore the nearby beaches or take a boat trip down the river to see more of Guyana’s stunning wildlife.
Tips for Renting a Car in Georgetown, Guyana
When you decide to Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana, there are a few things to keep in mind to ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip:
Book in Advance: If you’re traveling during peak tourist season, it’s a good idea to book your Affordable Car Rental in Guyana ahead of time to secure the best rates and availability.
Choose the Right Vehicle: Depending on the routes you plan to take, you may want to choose a vehicle that’s comfortable and suitable for long drives. If you’re heading into more rugged areas, consider renting a 4x4.
Check Local Driving Laws: Familiarize yourself with local traffic laws before hitting the road. In Guyana, driving is on the left side of the road, and it’s important to be mindful of speed limits and road conditions.
Have a GPS or Map: Some of the scenic drives can take you through rural areas with limited signage. Having a GPS or a detailed map will help you navigate with ease.
Refuel Before Long Trips: Make sure you fill up your tank before starting long journeys, especially if you're heading to remote areas where gas stations may be scarce.
Why Choose Express Auto Rental for Your Car Rental in Georgetown?
When it comes to Car Rental in Georgetown, Guyana, look no further than Express Auto Rental. They offer a wide range of vehicles to suit any type of traveler, from compact cars for city driving to SUVs for exploring more rugged terrains. Their fleet is well-maintained, and their customer service is top-notch, ensuring that your trip is as enjoyable and hassle-free as possible.
Express Auto Rental is known for offering Affordable Car Rental in Guyana, allowing you to experience the beauty of the country without breaking your budget. Whether you're looking to Rent a Car in Georgetown, Guyana for a quick day trip or for a longer exploration of the country, they have you covered.
Conclusion
Renting a car is one of the best ways to experience the beauty and diversity of Guyana. With the freedom to travel at your own pace, you can explore scenic routes, hidden gems, and popular attractions without the limitations of public transportation. From the coast to the rainforests, Guyana’s landscapes are waiting for you to discover.
When you’re ready to start your adventure, consider booking your Guyana Car Rental with Express Auto Rental. Their reliable service and affordable rates ensure that your journey through Georgetown and beyond will be a memorable one.
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Hot Weather
It is amazingly hot in Linden and I find myself reaching for something cold to drink ever so often. A lot of times I drink water. Sometimes it is a "sweet drink" from Banks DIH. Sometimes I need a break from all the water - a refreshing drink that tastes good. Banks DIH drinks do that for me. However, I cannot overindulge because I have to watch my sugar intake.
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The Best Online Games to Earn Money: A Gamer's Guide to Profit
In an era where digital landscapes blend seamlessly with real-world economies, earning money through online games has become a viable and attractive option for many. Whether you’re a seasoned gamer or just exploring the idea of turning your hobby into a revenue stream, there are numerous online games that offer substantial opportunities to earn money. Here’s a rundown of some of the best online games to earn money where you can not only have fun but also boost your bank balance
1. Axie Infinity
Axie Infinity stands at the forefront of blockchain-based games. Players collect, breed, and battle creatures called Axies. The game utilizes Ethereum-based cryptocurrencies, where players can earn Smooth Love Potions (SLPs) and Axie Infinity Shards (AXS). These can be traded on various crypto exchanges for real money. The game's play-to-earn model has empowered many players, especially in developing countries, to generate a substantial income.
Key Highlights:
Blockchain Integration: Uses Ethereum for transactions.
Play-to-Earn Model: Earn through battles, breeding, and selling Axies.
Economic Impact: Significant earning potential, especially in countries with lower median incomes.
2. Second Life
Second Life is a virtual world where players, or "residents," can create and monetize content, services, and experiences. Linden Dollars, the in-game currency, can be converted to real-world money. Players earn by creating virtual real estate, clothing, art, and even by offering virtual services like event planning and teaching.
Key Highlights:
Virtual Economy: Strong internal economy with real-world value.
Content Creation: High potential for creative individuals.
Diversified Earnings: Multiple ways to earn, from real estate to service provision.
3. Twitch and YouTube Gaming
While not a game per se, platforms like Twitch and YouTube Gaming allow players to stream their gameplay and earn money through donations, subscriptions, and ad revenue. Popular games for streaming include Fortnite, League of Legends, and Minecraft. Successful streamers can also land sponsorships and partnerships with gaming brands.
Key Highlights:
Audience Engagement: Build a community and monetize through interaction.
Multi-Channel Revenue: Donations, ads, subscriptions, and sponsorships.
Broad Game Selection: Stream any game with an audience.
Conclusion
The landscape of online gaming has evolved significantly, providing various avenues for players to earn money. Whether through competitive play, content creation, or leveraging in-game economies, these games offer real financial opportunities for dedicated and strategic gamers. As you explore these options, remember that success often requires a blend of skill, strategy, and dedication. Happy gaming, and may your adventures be both fun and profitable!
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Finding Peace Amid War at Berlin's Barenboim-Said Music Academy
AKADEMIEKONZERT (ACADEMY CONCERT) Wednesday, May 15, 2024 Pierre Boulez Saal
May 15th is Nakba Day.
It is a sad, heavy anniversary for Palestinians. It is a reminder of the refugees who fled and those who were killed during the Arab-Israeli War in the 1940s.
The refugees and their descendants partly remain in refugee camps like Jenin in the West Bank (opened 1953), Shatila in Lebanon (1949), and Yarmouk in Syria (1957).
Likely by coincidence, this year a music academy that unites pupils from Middle Eastern and North African countries, was offering a concert on May 15th in the middle of Berlin.
It was a peaceful way to spend the day, signalling support for pluralism and dialogue as avenues to resolve the conflict.
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The Barenboim-Said Academy, named after the pianist and the philosopher, is tucked behind the State Opera Unter den Linden.
In the Academy building, an intimate concert hall named in honour of the French composer Pierre Boulez (boo-LEZ) hosts classical music, jazz, and other concerts.
(For this student concert, tickets were affordably priced at 10€.)
The concert began with a classic. Both literally – due to the musical period in which Mozart composed – and figuratively.
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) Sonata for two pianos in D major KV 448 (1781) I. Allegro con spirito II. Andante III. Molto allegro
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Image: Audience members waiting for Mozart. Photo taken by me (Edith Haimberger). May 15, 2024. All rights reserved.
After the Mozart came Igor Stravinsky.
If the audience's busy fidgeting during his music was any evidence, the Russian composer is still controversial over 100 years after he premiered the Rite of Spring.
Image: Audience members waiting for Stravinsky. Photo taken by me. May 15, 2024. All rights reserved.
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Igor Stravinsky (1882-1971) Histoire du soldat Suite for Violin, Clarinet and Piano (1918-19) I. Marche du soldat II. Le Violon du soldat III. Petit concert IV. Tango-Valse-Ragtime V. Danse du diable
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A much longer, alternative performance with narration, which is true to Stravinsky's elaborate concept, is also on YouTube here.
At the end, students played the flute, oboe, clarinet, French horn and bassoon, in a quintet that gave each their moment in the spotlight.
The oboist had been 'borrowed' from the Hochschule für Musik Hanns Eisler, another music academy in Berlin.
In contrast to Stravinsky, Paul Taffanel seemed like a conservative composer. The audience was at times nearly completely quiet, the mood relaxed.
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Paul Taffanel (1844-1908) Woodwind Quintet in g minor (1876) I. Allegro con moto II. Andante III. Vivace
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After the concert, walking from the Barenboim-Said Academy toward Unter den Linden and its tourist frenzy. Photo taken by me. May 15, 2024. All rights reserved.
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"I deeply believe that people of different languages, cultures, and politics can ultimately speak to each other through the arts." – Frank Gehry (Canadian-American designer of the Pierre Boulez Saal)
(Quotation taken from the concert ticket)
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The Evolution of Cryptocurrency Exchanges
When pseudonymous Satoshi Nakamoto first introduced Bitcoin (BTC) in 2009, there was a limited number of ways to acquire this novel form of money. Buying BTC at this time involved substantial risks, as there were few safeguards in place. Eventually, however, the cryptocurrency industry began to grow, and people needed a safe way to buy and sell digital coins. That’s where crypto exchanges came in.
Today, purchasing cryptocurrencies is relatively easy. But this wasn’t always the case, and early hacks and scams shook the market’s confidence. The good news is that the security practices of crypto exchanges have improved significantly, and they focus on providing a positive user experience (UX). This has helped to restore the industry’s image and revive its potential for global adoption.
The earliest crypto exchanges operated in a de facto “wild west” environment with significant risk, and without regulation. In 2011, VirWoX, an exchange for the virtual currency Linden Dollars in the Second Life virtual techogle.co world, began to facilitate trades between Linden dollars and bitcoin. Several other exchanges followed suit, and many of them offered margin trading and copy trading features.
Centralized crypto exchanges (CEXs) are similar to stock markets in that they act as intermediaries that make money by charging transaction fees and commissions. Popular CEXs include Coinbase Exchange and Binance. Decentralized crypto exchanges (DEXs) allow peer-to-peer trading directly from users’ wallets, and don’t hold assets in custody — an approach known as atomic swaps. Examples of DEXs include Uniswap and PancakeSwap. Hybrid crypto exchanges combine the features of both CEXs and DEXs.
One of the most important elements of any financial asset is liquidity, which is the ability to easily convert a digital asset into cash or another digital asset. This is important because it allows investors to diversify their portfolios, and it’s also necessary to avoid price volatility that can be triggered by “pump and dump” schemes, regulatory news, and other events.
A major challenge for crypto exchanges is the need to maintain sufficient liquidity to manage high-volume transactions without driving prices up or down. As a result, they often rely on liquidity pools to manage their flows and limit volatility. In the past, these pools were largely managed by institutional investors such as hedge funds and investment banks.
In addition to the liquidity challenges, a major concern is the impact of investor sentiment on prices. As with traditional equities, the values of cryptocurrencies are highly sensitive to changes in investor perceptions, which can trigger unwarranted price pressures and volatility.
In order to ensure technology website the long-term success of cryptocurrencies, it’s important for regulators to understand how these exchanges operate and to develop rules that will prevent abuse. This article explores the current state of regulating the cryptocurrency market and proposes a new framework for governing exchange platforms that offers more flexibility while simultaneously addressing concerns about security, risk, and transparency. The proposed framework also addresses the need for additional risks sources that are not typically considered in valuations of traditional financial securities, such as rumors, news articles, and investor psychology.
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PIN (1988) – Episode 253 – Decades Of Horror 1980s
“Where did you learn to do that?” Learn to do what? Oh…that. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr along with guest host Ralph Miller – as they visit another strange twist on the ventriloquist/dummy subgenre called PIN (1988).
Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 253 – PIN (1988)
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Isolated by his strange parents, Leon finds solace in an imaginary friend, which happens to be an anatomy doll from his father-the-doctor’s office. Unfortunately, the doll begins to take over Leon’s life, and his sister’s life as well.
Directed by: Sandor Stern
Writing Credits: Sandor Stern (screenplay); Andrew Neiderman (based on the April 1981 novel by)
Selected Cast:
David Hewlett as Leon
Cynthia Preston as Ursula (as Cyndy Preston)
Terry O’Quinn as Dr. Linden
Bronwen Mantel as Mrs. Linden
John Pyper-Ferguson as Stan Fraker (as John Ferguson)
Helene Udy as Marcia Bateman
Patricia Collins as Aunt Dorothy
Steven Bednarski as Leon – Age 13
Katie Shingler as Ursula – Age 11
Jacob Tierney as Leon – Age 7
Michelle Anderson as Ursula – Age 5
Joan Austen as Nurse Spalding
Jamie Stern as Eddie Morris (as James Stern)
David Gow as Officer Wilson
Terrence Labrosse as Dr. Bell
Aline Vandrine as Mrs. Shaver
Joanna Noyes as Mrs. Henry
Andrew Carter as Andy
Leif Anderson as Dave
Joel Johnson as Jack
Shawn Johnson as Tim
Robin MacEachern as Richie
Jonathan Banks as PIN (voice)
Beware the anatomy doll! Ralph Miller III joins Jeff, Bill, and Chad for a look back at PIN (1988) from director Sandor Stern. The cast includes David Hewlett (Scanners II: The New Order, Cube), Cynthia Preston (The Brain, Prom Night III: The Last Kiss), and Terry O’Quinn (Silver Bullet, The Stepfather, Lost). While it struggled to find an audience upon its initial release, critics praised PIN as well-made, bizarre, and disturbing. Fangoria would later feature it in its “101 Best Horror Films You’ve Never Seen.” Now, it’s time for the Grue-Crew to revisit the film and share their thoughts.
At the time of this writing, PIN is available to stream from YouTube.
Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, moving into our Grue Believer Celebration Shenanigans month and chosen by guest host Scott Wells, will be The Queen of Black Magic (1981), an Indonesian horror film quoted as being an inspiration to modern-day Indonesian filmmakers such as Kimo Stamboel and Joko Anwar. You can check this one out on YouTube.
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Drobeta Turnu Severin - Mehedinti, Romania
The modern town of Drobeta Turnu Severin has a relatively new history. It made its appearance on the map of Romania and on that of the world following General Pavel Kiseleff’s decree on the 22nd of April, 1833. The town got its name from the majestic remains of the Severin Fortress which used to look down the Danube and surrounding region at some ancient times. It was erected following a pre-established plan, with wide streets falling perpendicularly onto the Danube or running parallel to it. Drobeta Turnu Severin has warm summers and mild winters, meaning the city is home to magnolia trees, Caucasian nut trees, and gingko biloba as well as the almond trees, figs, lilacs, lindens, and chestnut trees more common throughout Europe. The museum of the Iron Gates Hydropower Station together with the Turbine Hall, the Vodita Monastery, as well as the St. Ann Monastery of Orsova can be easily reached from Turnu Severin. It is from this region that the wonderful area of Cazane becomes accessible both by water and by land. ,,Turnu Severin shows itself in the sunset as in the middle of a decor. Widened, the Danube cuts a curve in the Romanian bank and pushes the town up on a top coverd with trees, the thicket of which discloses overlapped houses enveloped in red hallow dies… A western town with beautiful buildings, great schools, wide and straight streets…” Read the full article
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