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charliejrogers · 4 years

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Blow the Man Down

Though I don’t do them often, I’m a big fan of movie double-headers. None more satisfying than a summer afternoon in 2018 when I walked out a theater’s showing of BlackKklansmen and then directly into the adjacent theater for Blindspotting (I paid for both tickets, I swear!). And it’s even better when the two films have some sort of thematic link like BlackKklansmen and Blindspotting… 2018’s Green Book and Overlord made for a much less satisfying pairing. This is al la lead-in to say that Blow the Man Down was actually part one of a female-dominated double-header alongside Yes, God, Yes which I previously reviewed. Both the products of women writer/directors (here the dual-team of Bridget Savage Cole & Danielle Krudy) with women being the primary characters… but that’s about where the similarities end.

The best way I can describe Blow the Man Down is that it has a bit of Fargo’s small-town crime vibe to it, but without as much dark humor. Set in fictional coastal seaport of Easter Cove, Maine in what looks like early winter/late fall, the film has a bleak, cloudy look to it, in a way really only New England can, not unlike 2017’s Manchester by the Sea. From the start, things are ominous. The film opens with what is essentially a Greek chorus of fisherman singing/chanting old Irish dirges, specifically the dirge “Blow the Man Down.” While I’ll be honest and say I didn’t listen carefully to the words of the song, it didn’t really feel like the slow chanting in low voices of gruff men would be telling the most upbeat of stories.

We then cut to a funeral reception for a woman who in dying is leaving behind her now-orphaned two daughters. The elder and more responsible of the two, Priscilla Connolly (Sophie Lowe), spends her time working the small seafood store her mother used to own. Though not explored deeply, we get a sense of opportunity lost in Priscilla. She never got to leave town fully, needing instead to take care of her ailing mother and keep up business at the shop. In some senses she knows she is trapped in this small town with no other options or money to make a new path. She’s not even sure there’s enough money left to hold onto their mother’s home.

On the other hand is Mary Beth Connolly (Morgan Saylor), who is more reckless than Priscilla, or more accurately she is less mature. After her mother’s funeral Mary Beth jumps into a car and heads to a local bar where, despite the fact that she may or may not be of the legal drinking age, is clearly welcomed as a regular. Mary Beth dreams of getting out of the small coastal town, and has her eyes set on college as soon as she can get out.

The funeral reception is largely uneventful, but throughout much of it, the soundtrack plays loud dissonant music not so much fitting for a funeral reception but for horror film. We the audience are left confused. Combined with the opening dirge, the soundtrack seems to be preparing us for the type of movie that, as of yet, we are not seeing.

That changes when Mary Beth meets a slimy stranger at the bar, an short-lived tryst that ends with the stranger chopped up, put in a cooler, and set to sea. Much to our surprise, the blood lies not just on Mary Beth’s hands, but on Priscilla’s as well. There’s a great “quote” of Lady Macbeth as Priscilla tries furiously to scrub every last spot of blood out of her hands.

It’s only when the sun rises the morning after the Connollys late-night escapades that the film really seems to begin. Where I was expecting this to be a movie about the Connolly’s dealing with their guilt, by and large we don’t get a sense that they feel all too guilty – more shocked. So while there is a subplot about a young, handsome policeman who is ironically on the lookout for the exact person he seems to have the hots for, I at least didn’t sense any tension in this regard. The real conflict involves looking at the other residents of the not-so-sleepy Easter Cove, or more specifically at the women of Easter Cove.

Gradually throughout the film we get the sense that there’s this group of older women (including one played by June Squibb!!) who acts as pseudo-protectors of the town. They, like all proverbial old fish-wives, know just about everything that goes on in town. So when the police begin their investigations into the death of a local prostitute, these women guardians know who’s to blame far before the police. The one to blame is Enid, a one-time friend of the old-lady club and now sole-operator of the only brothel in town, who seems to have been most close with the Connolly’s mother. Now with Mrs. Connolly gone, the old lady club engages in an all-out war with Enid. As the prostitute’s killing is intimately related to the man whom the Connolly’s have disposed, the old lady club is another group hot on the sisters’ heels in discovering the truth.

As I said, the story of the Connolly’s sort of takes a backseat as the film progresses and begins to focus more on the Old Lady Club and Enid, and I wish the movie hadn’t taken this turn. I would have loved to sit more with the Connollys and their guilt, with that all-too-human instinct to pile lies upon lies that make a genuine misunderstanding into a clusterfuck. Basically I wanted to see a re-do of season 2 of Fargo. Instead, we see the sisters, in very crude terms, have to choose to either join the dark side or join the light side… in the end they join the gray side which I suppose is more artistic, realistic, and satisfying.

Still despite the dark plot, the inter-weaving story threads, the wonderful cinematography, recurring chorus of fishermen singers etc., I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t really invested in the story. I don’t know, other than the initial encounter between Mary Beth and the slimy man, I never felt like the characters were really ever in danger. There was very little tension throughout the movie. It doesn’t help that I didn’t think that neither Sophie Lowe as Priscilla nor Morgan Saylor as Mary Beth give a particularly strong performances, though Saylor does a better job, but that may be she just has more to do. So it’s a solid plot with an interesting ending twist, it still feels like this could have been a better movie than it ended up being. If I’m sounding harsher than I should it’s because I wanted this to be a fantastic movie, but I will still happily settle for the good movie I got.

*** (Three out of four stars)

#blow the man down #morgan saylor #sophie lowe #june squibb

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under-the-blue-sun · 5 years

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hey guys! i just realised i have now posted exactly 100 edits, which is absolutely crazy. i would like to thank all of you for being there for me, liking and reblogging all my edits till the very end. below the cut is a table of contents for all my edits, sort of just for myself to see all of them laid out. again, i thank all of you and appreciate you greatly for being here. i send my love to every single of you <3

still alive - march thirtieth 2019

dan howell quotes wallpapers - june eleventh 2019

a breakdown is a breakthrough - july sixteenth 2019

desert wallpapers - july sixteenth 2019

phil desert colour palette - july seventeenth 2019

phil desert pop art - july seventeenth 2019

mr phil lester - july twentieth 2019

phil pink moodboard - july twentieth 2019

mcu tv show wallpapers - july twenty-first 2019

dnp text posts part one - july twenty-first 2019

it looks kind of real - august second 2019

autumn phil moodboard - august fourth 2019

dinner date polaroids - august tenth 2019

dnp text posts part two - august seventeenth 2019

one person accepting you can make all the difference - august nineteenth 2019

forever home moodboard - august twentieth 2019

prinxiety high school au moodboard - august twenty-first 2019

logicality high school au moodboard - august twenty-second 2019

demus high school au moodboard - august twenty-third 2019

soft daniel moodboard - august twenty-third 2019

heather chandler roman moodboard - august twenty-third 2019

heather duke logan moodboard - august twenty-fourth 2019

heather mcnamara patton moodboard - august twenty-sixth 2019

still into you dnp polaroid wallpaper - august twenty-sixth 2019

dnp subtle wallpapers - august twenty-sixth 2019

veronica sawyer virgil moodboard - august twenty-seventh 2019

j.d deceit moodboard - august thirtieth 2019

ram sweeney remus moodboard - august thirty-first 2019

take me to church dnp - august thirty-first 2019

poo dnp crack edit - september third 2019

bubblegum bitch dan moodboard - september third 2019

daniel howell merch evolution - september third 2019

dan bubblegum bitch cover - september fourth 2019

the mongeese - september fourth 2019 (nominated for phanart awards 2019 for best meme piece)

@vincent-yam-gogh header - september seventh 2019

@skiesofsunsets header - september seventh 2019

@danandphilamiright header - september eighth 2019

phil gardening filters - september tenth 2019

demon dan - september thirteenth 2019

interactive introverts wallpapers - september thirteenth 2019

dan moustache moodboard - september sixteenth 2019

autumn ‘19 dan polaroid - september twenty-seventh 2019

phil light blue moodboard - september twenty-eighth 2019

dnp halloween icons - october fourth 2019

phil flower edit - october fourth 2019

dnp art exhibit wallpapers - october fourth 2019

hades!dan x persephone!phil moodboard - october seventh 2019

missing interactive introverts - october tenth 2019

phil & dog - october twelfth 2019

ten years of dan and phil - october nineteenth 2019 (won best edit for phanart awards 2019)

pan brendon moodboard - october twenty-third 2019

holographic phil edit - october twenty-eighth 2019

ten years of dan and phil: colour palettes - november first 2019

my soul merch edit - november first 2019

glitch phil edit - november ninth 2019

glitch phil moodboard - november ninth 2019

harajuku squad polaroids - november fifteenth 2019

phil jumper edit - november seventeenth 2019

bamboo phil colour palettes - november seventeenth 2019

japan trip 2019 polaroid - november twenty-third 2019

favourite ryan ross moments part one - november twenty-third 2019

her eyes saved his life in the middle of summer ryden edit - december tenth 2019

democracy dan edit - december twelfth 2019

dnp photography wallpapers - december twenty-second 2019

xmas ryan ross moodboard - december twenty-fourth 2019

things have changed for me and that’s okay moodboard - december twenty-fifth 2019

xmas ryan ross colour palette - december twenty-fifth 2019

nico di angelo birthday edit - january twenty-eighth 2020

for the ride ryan ross lyrics edit - january twenty-eighth 2020

livevil ryan ross lyrics edit - january twenty-ninth 2020

lily evans birthday edit - january thirtieth 2020

amazingphil through the years birthday edit - january thirtieth 2020

where i belong ryan ross lyrics edit - january thirty-first 2020

deceit birthday edit - february second 2020

trans roman edit - february seventh 2020

at your window ryan ross lyrics edit - february ninth 2020

idkhbtfm + rainbow - february ninth 2020

dan and phil matching valentine wallpapers - february thirteenth 2020

lonely moonlight ryan ross lyrics edit - february fifteenth 2020

z berg wallpapers - february sixteenth 2020

phil 80s gif edits - february seventeenth 2020

@phihowells header - february seventeenth 2020

ellen page birthday edit - february twenty-first 2020

im down ryan ross lyrics edit - february twenty-second 2020

london vidcon annual magazine 2019 concept cover - february twenty-second 2020

sarah urie birthday edit - february twenty-third 2020

not sure if my jacket has enough zips moodboard - february twenty-third 2020

pink and blue dnp moodboard - february twenty-third 2020

lemony snicket birthday edit - february twenty-eighth 2020

takashi shirogane birthday edit - february twenty-eighth 2020

ron weasley birthday edit - march first 2020

im down ryan ross lyrics edit - march third 2020

im down ryan ross lyrics edit - march fourth 2020

house of memories dnp - march seventh 2020

bucky barnes birthday edit - march tenth 2020

remus lupin birthday edit - march tenth 2020

album cover wallpapers - march sixteenth 2020

march 22 mcr edit - march twenty-second 2020

vices & virtues ninth anniversary edit - march twenty-second 2020

rises the moon fic edit - march twenty-second 2020

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jrpneblog · 2 years

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Redemption for North End

A goal in first half stoppage time saw redemption for North End and the bragging rights over the Summer for the team at the East end of the M55. Cameron Archer was the man who put right the wrongs of Bloomfield Road back in October with an excellent finish past Chris Maxwell with almost forty eight minutes on the clock of a fifty seven minute first half. An injury to Daniel Grimshaw in the Blackpool goal saw an eleven minute extension to the first period and North End made it count with the on loan Villa player slotting home. It was a really tense affair in front of a big crowd at Deepdale and although the visitors had their moments in the game it was Ryan Lowe`s boys who kept their nerve and saw the game out to collect a very valuable three points against the old enemy and send North End into the next two games, which are both at Deepdale, with their confidence high.

Ryan Lowe made three changes to the side that lost at Derby on Saturday with Brad Potts, Greg Cunningham and Sepp Van Den Berg coming in for Liam Lindsay, Joe Rafferty and Ched Evans. It was a blistering start to the derby as you might expect with both sides really up for giving their all in front of the baying fans. The first quarter of the game saw half chances at both ends but an injury to Grimshaw challenging for a ball saw a long stoppage with ex North End keeper Chris Maxwell taking Grimshaw`s place. Andrew Hughes had the best chance with a header against the Blackpool bar as North End moved into a clear ascendancy later on in the first half. North End hit the post again with a deflected Potts cross but with almost three minutes added the home side took the lead. Riis found Archer with a lovely through ball and the youngster made no mistake slotting home to give North End the lead and sending the home support into raptures.

No changes for North End at the break but you could really cut the atmosphere with a knife as both sides came out in the second half intent on taking the game to the opposition. To be honest the game became somewhat dogged in the middle of the park but it was North End who made the clearest opening with Ben Whiteman curling a shot just wide as North End once again got on top in the game. Blackpool were doing their utmost to get back into proceedings with Bowler the main threat down the right but North End were defending well and the goal lead was helping the boys in White keep a cool head. Whiteman had another chance and a huge appeal for a penalty was waived away by referee Mr Webb in what looked like a clear hand ball by a Blackpool defender. The last real chance of the game came from the visitors with a free kick but the effort went over the bar and it was Preston who celebrated victory to put right the wrongs from last October at the Seaside.

So North End square up the bragging rights with a well earned victory against a Blackpool side who look like they have earned their right to be in the Championship. To be honest I thought North End were a little too defensive on the night and could have taken the game to the visitors a little more but having lost the first derby of the season I suppose it is understandable why North End sat on their lead a little towards the end of the game. Six games to go and four of those games at Deepdale means that we should have a decent chance of getting well into the sixties in terms of points for the season. I really hope that North End go out and express themselves in the final six games because I think we have been a little too cautious recently and it has contributed to our downfall. QPR next up on Saturday followed by Millwall on Good Friday sees a good chance for us to finish the season on a positive curve ahead of what is going to be a massive Summer at Deepdale.

PRESTON 1-0 BLACKPOOL

IVERSEN 7

VAN DEN BERG 7 BAUER 7 HUGHES 7

POTTS 7 BROWNE 7 WHITEMAN 8 JOHNSON 7 CUNNINGHAM 7

ARCHER 8 RIIS 7

Subs:-

McCANN 7

MOTM: Ben Whiteman

ATTENDANCE 18,740

PRESTON FANS 16,540 (88.26%)📷

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years

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Let That Ship Sale

Lmao once again can’t title but I’m back, and the request was for an award show or something but the isac’s where the other day and wanna one has never gone and I like to dream okay so I hope this is okay, i could do another at an actual show w another member if you’d like idk. Also props to whoever can tell whoever the idols faces at the isac’s I edited out of the pictures (That I don’t own btw credit to owners) for the header board thingy belong to hehe.

Summary: All your fans are shipping you with Daniel and you can’t say you disagree.

• The ISAC’s were always something you had mixed emotions about, • Your group was pretty popular and didn’t exactly need the promotion, but your company was small so it was a good idea to go anyway, even if it was just to have a bit of fun, • You enjoyed spending time with friends from other groups and sending your fans things you’d made, but you could be working on new songs and just the fact the day was so long, • But at least you got to wear a tracksuit like damn, • You were a self producing group who tried out most genres, generally more hiphop and R&B so you’d had many different clothing styles, but nothing beat the black tracksuit the event organizer handed you and the four others in your group, • But at way too early o'clock (honestly any time before 11 am) you pulled yourself out of the car with your group and made your way to the stadium, you all had unique styles; braided hair or sunglasses, • Wow y'all so beautiful and powerful looking I’m quaking, • Y'all known for singing about important matters and independence and basically being badass and are actually rlly respected for it and popular, • Don’t take no shit from no one, you’re out to win today, • And to compliment your friends about all their comebacks and catch up of course, • And then there’s the small matter of Mr Kang Daniel, • One of the boys of the Monster Rookie™ group Wanna One that had taken the nation’s hearts pretty much overnight, • The fans of your group and his had, continuously since their debut, been shipping you nonstop, • And yeah, you thought he was cute and funny but you’d never even met; the most you’ve done was nod to each other or complimented his group on passing after a performance, • And you’re slightly afraid that the shipping would now make it awkward for the two of you to meet and interact; afraid your Stan’s would take it way too far, • You just hope you can get a ‘hi’ or a quick conversation in today with him, although you know it may be difficult, • But your whole group is about not really caring about others’ standards, so you’re going have to remember that, • The opening runs smoothly, and you manage to sneak up to where the fans are and hand out your lunch boxes yourself, although the rules say you really shouldn’t go to the fans area, • (VIXX what trolls this year tho I love them) • You’re sat with Irene and Yeri, Seulgi quite literally asleep on your lap and your members teasing your fans not 10 feet away and honestly wow, • But then the archery gets called up and you have to slide yourself away, • Which breaks your heart because yanno when a puppy is asleep on you so you can’t move? • Like that, • But you grab Tae, the member you’re going to do archery with, and wander off, • You go second, so while you’re waiting you slip some black face paint out of your pocket, before painting some black streaks across Tae’s cheeks as she paints 3 down your face, • Because how else you gunna show you’re ready for war????? • As soon as your competitors look over to you they burst out laughing at the funny faces you pull, one of those competitors in waiting including Kang Daniel himself,

• You make sure to send him a goofy fake scowl, challenging him, to which he cracks up,

• Omg a beautiful sight, Daniel smiling? Those cresent eyes? Soft cheeks? WoW, • In essence - face paint is a very effective way to distract your competitors as well as amusing your fans, • And you totally ace the archery, • You walk away with a Silver medal and that’s totally good enough for you, • But then an interview reporter grabs you and you’re whisked away, • At this point you’re used to it, them Interviewers - they’re everywhere, • “Y/N congratulations on the silver medal! It must have something to do with the face paint?” • The lady smiles brightly and you laugh a little, • “It must be, it was Tae’s idea to show we meant business,” • The lady laughs at this, and starts to ask questions about your latest comeback and the paint, noting how you may have started a new fashion trend, the concept of your new song and making you rap a little bit of your verse, to which your fans scream, • Wow we love a supportive family, • They make your heart race as always as you wave to them, • “One quick thing before you go, Y/N, I don’t suppose you’ve heard your fans talk about you and wanna ones Kang Daniel?” • You’re heart drops at that and you blush, laughing nervously, • “I’ve seen a few things, but don’t know a lot about it,” • You’re such a great liar damn no one suspects a thing, • “Ah, quite a lot of fans are shipping you; saying you’d make a very cute couple,” • You know this is very much a breach of privacy and kinda rude, but you’re known for being quite laid back in your group, so you’re not thrown, although maybe a little lost for words,

• And answers, • And anything that won’t give away your small crush on the member of wanna one, • “ Ah, I think our fans are right, Daniel is very cute and charming, although I’ve not really got the opportunity to get to know him yet,” • Lmao smooth, • Yeah right, you’re pretty obvious, • Although you’re sort of mortified by the fact you’ve inadvertently just said 1) Daniel is very cute to thousands of people and 2) you basically ship the two of you, • You do your natural thing and play it off as if you just told them your first name, • You hear some laughing nearby and quickly glance to spot where you recognise Ong Seongwoo and Kim Jaehwan slapping Daniel himself on the back, way too close, his cheeks bright red and a soft smile on his face as the cameras, no doubt, zoom in on him, • He waves a little when he sees you looking, • Wow what is a normal heart rate,

• You laugh, • At least you’re not the only one to get a taste of this embarrassment, • You’re not alone in your suffering, • And you nearly run away to hide when the interviewer motions Daniel to come closer and he actually complies, • What a snake, • He greets the interviewer and the two of you bow to each other all flushed, not knowing how to stand next to each other, • It’s all very awkward wow, • You know you’ve all been in the situation where you’re with that family member and they’ve already asked about school/work and now have nothing to say, • yeah idk if that’s too specific, • “Daniel, I don’t suppose you’ve heard about the fans shipping either? How do you feel about it?” • You want to melt as Daniels eyes meet yours and a smile stretches across his face, • “I think y/n’s music is incredible and she’s very cute and I’d like to get to know her more,” • You’re dead, • Daniels whole face is red as his eyes skim everywhere and he laughs a little, • This is so weird and unheard of, don’t fans usually not want their idols to date? Aren’t there many things and rules about this? • (y'all it’s stupid it’s their own life let idols date if they want) • But here you are, stood next to your crush, both of you blushing messes, getting set up by your own fans, • “Well that’s very interesting, make sure to get to know each other later,”

• The MC/interviewer chirps and you laugh and stay cool as always, proud you haven’t let anything show except for maybe a slight blush, • Daniel goes to leave but quickly throws his arms around you, giving you a hug at the speed of light before flying away,

• You can hear the fans in the stadium squeal jeez, • Wow, what just happened??? • You quickly jog back to your group who’s hanging out with GFriend and Seventeen after having to send some aegyo to the crowd, • You nearly died of the embarrassment and cringe, but soldiered through, • Let’s just say you get roasted, • Apparently everyone in your group is a savage???? Do they hate you???? Wish for your torment????? • Nah they’re just your best friends, • And just when you’re forgetting about your interview ordeal, your group gets called for the relay race you’re all determined to conquer, having perfect harmony for the change over, • While you may not be the tallest, you’re all fast as hell, having run away from your manager a couple of times, • Lmao you just wanted boba tea, • But you draw more paint, all slightly different, onto the others’ faces before heading over to the track to show everyone what running actually is, • You run last, which is a lot of pressure wow, • And your member is running towards you and they’re neck and neck with a member of twice like damn, • But you take the baton smooth as hell and your legs move quicker than you can compute, almost leaving your torso behind as you focus your whole mind on faster, smoother, faster, • As you’re speeding past you spot Daniel out of the corner of your eye yelling and you can hear your name and wow, • Your heart starts hammering even harder and your head goes a little dizzy, your legs stumbling a little, • But nah you don’t let no boy get in the way of your gold medal as you steam ahead and wow, • 1st place what a gem, • I mean it’s your 3rd gold medal in relay, you guys holding the title, just champs I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ • When sport 💪💪 is life ✌✌✌ can’t let anyone 👨👩 beat you 💃💃 • I hate myself, • But then Daniel’s doing relay as well so you make sure to cheer equally as loud, • Which is hard when you’re still catching your breath, • Who needs Oxygen anyway??? • And the little shit has the audacity to, very obviously, send you a wink, • An unmistakable wink, • What sort of out of the world confidence does he have, he was in 2nd place as well, • As much as you’re shook, it makes you a little soft, but no one will leT yOu lIVE, • All slapping your back or ruffling your hair, • The DeFianCe??? • But you go to get a water bottle and who do you run into? • Yeah, Daniel, • “Congrats on gold~” • His soft tone, • wow, • His soft smile, • Wow, • The two if you actually talking? • W o w, • “Hey I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to put you in the spot and-” • Lmao yeah, maybe you feel bad a lil for dragging him into what may be a nightmare of always being asked about each other, • “No it’s okay, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time, I meant it when I said you where cute,” • Wow you’re a goner for this rookie, • “So did I,” • Wow smooth, not awkward at all,

• “I like the paint by the way, but it makes you a little scary when you’re not smiling,” • Lmao the idea was for you and the squad to look scary and badass especially for the broadcast, • Little do the fans know the next Comeback has a fierce concept, • Lmao playing with fans wow that’s always fun 🙃🙃🙃 • “Here,” • You bring your face paint tub out and hold it up for him, raising an eye brow in question, • He laughs and nods goofily, to which you crack the paint out,

• You run a finger from his forehead down to his jawline in neat straight lines doing down, his skin soft and warm, the look when he closes his eyes so innocent and pure, • Get you a soft man,

• It makes your hand tingle and you’re heart race at the close proximity, standing on your tiptoes and resting a hand on his shoulder for support, • It’s only when you’ve finished do you realise his is now pretty much identical to yours, • WhoOps ACcIDenTS HaPPEn, • But he still looks damn cute, • And you know a fancam of this will be all over the internet later, • Hey; you may even share it on a private account who can say????? • And wow if you don’t continue to spend the rest of the ISAC’s together, taking stupid pictures with people and giving the internet a heart attack, • By the end of the day it seems almost all idols have some sort of facepaint? • A star or a couple of lines of just a smudge done by a member of their group, • A trend starter? • But you’re all leaving the arena with the SqUAD, • But then a hand gently takes your wrist and Daniel leads you to the side of the corridor with your group mates sending teasing smirks over the shoulder to you, • With a shy smile he holds out a piece of paper folded neatly and you can see the outline of numbers written on it, • You laugh lightly, taking the paper and carefully tucking it into your pocket, • “Text me when you get home?” • You nod, knowing you’ll spend too long deciding whether to say 'heya’ or 'hi’ and then make a split second decision and put something else entirely, • And Daniel is just way too cute for you to take, • He makes a move to leave, eyes hovering over you, before slowly leaning over and gently placing his lips on your forehead, ever so sweet, before nodding, smiling quickly and sliding away

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phipitology · 4 years

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Journal log - Week 3

Early on when I was a freshman, I used to not have much keen on marketing. It’s not that it is not interesting. Rather, I used to think that my personality does not have what it takes to be a good marketer. While I know ‘good’ is an overarching term, but I used to have this mindset that a marketer should be compelling, persuasive, risk-taking- all-in-all an extrovert in a nutshell. However, the more I immerse myself in marketing studies, the more I learn that it is so much more than that. In fact, I feel that my low self-esteem, constant self-doubt and insecurities won’t do me any favor in any kind of social setting, let alone in a professional business that sooner or later we will all get to dwell into. This week, we learn about personal branding that gives me new perspective and embracing ourselves as a unique individual.

If anything, growing up with social media doesn’t stop me from having a love-and-hate relationship with it. In my adolescence I used to think that it was better for me to ‘live off the grid’ (of course, in a social media sense). I remembered how dreadful it was (- though sometime still is) to scroll Instagram, because it’s reminding me of how I have been missing out in life and it slowly draining my thoughts with comparison.

My idealistic plan after graduating high school was having a fresh start in uni and somehow manage to socialize with zero social media presence. I mean why not? I probably can name one or two people that is popular in real life that basically have no social updates in Facebook or Instagram. Okay, I might not be able to name my friends but Daniel Radcliff? Emma Stone? They are very popular without any kind of social media trace.

But now I’m realizing, they may not have a social media presence, but they already have a bigger presence in an even bigger media platform- so much that it probably makes them far off better without Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.

But then who am I compares to them? I realized that maybe I can strive (a little) without social media, but I can’t really escape it, like Mr. Jeremy Lee said: make the media works for you instead.

Self-awareness is indeed a life-time journey and I can say for myself that adolescence is the phase that shape our personality (read: I didn’t change much since highschool).

I remember how my friends used to identify me as someone with ‘weird’ taste. By weird, they meant I’m having an ‘old-cemetery-like’ taste because I used to listen to The Cure in my old iPod touch (back then that my iPod was already considered ‘ancient’ and I’m still using it till now). It felt like I am a weird misfit character that falls somewhere in the middle of emo girl and low-tech grandma. Later in college where I can pick my own everyday outfit, I become more confident to wear unique clothes with daring colors. At times my girlfriends would pick up stuffs while we are at the mall and said “this is so YOU”, and somehow it makes me happy that my friend actually understands my taste. These labels seem to stuck with me until today.

Even though it is not ‘wise’ to create a personal branding basing on other people’s opinion, but somehow, I’m rolling with it. I see it in this way: I can acknowledge who I am and what I am through my friends because they are kindly enough to be a mirror so I can look and understand myself better.

With this blog (phipitology) I wanted to make a new brand of myself that values being grounded, raising climate change awareness, efforts on composting, recycling, minimalism, and everything in between. The blog is my personal diary to keep track on my efforts and I also run its Instagram account serving as an album. I know the title might sound silly, but it is a mix of my nickname phipitomus (again this nickname was given from my friend in elementary and I’m still sticking with it) and ecology = phipitology. Furthermore, I still want to appear quirky with the popping color blocks in the header, but keeping things ‘natural’ with green and yellow as the main colors.

At first, I was dreaming that maybe someday I can be an ‘influencer’ for the values that I held in and raising awareness in the community. However, I am aware that I have not given the dedication and consistency that it needed, and now I’m not sure whether I’m still going towards the goal.

But as time goes, I’m also aware that I should have just doing this for fun, even though this year is far away from being fun. What is important for me now is I’m still doing the effort that I want: baby steps towards eco-friendly living. After all, brand is constantly developing and evolves.

Who knows maybe in a couple of years I’ll have more time and energy to pull the effort to expand phipitology as my personal branding.

Me as a quirky lil girl:

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dansphlevels · 7 years

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Are you gonna publish part five to yellow roses soon? Because I'm in love with it.

Oh, I guess I could throw something together :)

Yellow Roses Pt. 5 of 6

Read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, or read the whole thing on Ao3 here!

Summary: Dan has a wife who just loves the flowers he keeps getting for her. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know about the attractive florist who sends hidden messages with each bouquet that her husband might just be falling for.

Length: 3k words

Themes: meaning of flowers, florbidden love, historical, flowershop au

The hickeys from the previous night were darkened into small bruises, their origin clear to anyone who might see them.

Because of them, Dan was forced to wear a collared shirt or jacket. After all, if Rose saw them, she’d know they weren’t her doing. Rose never left marks like that- they were much too rough for her liking- and besides, ever since Phil left, Dan had hardly touched his wife. After the party ended, the went their separate ways, Rose to take off the expensive makeup and clothes, and Dan to quickly shed his clothes and fall into bed, and hope that no one came in. They rose late and had a very quiet day, almost strangely so. The maids and servants finished cleaning up from the party, sweeping solemnly. Dan read his paper. Rose sewed. They sipped tea in the same room, though they hardly even looked at each other. Dan tried to read the paper, he really did. But he just couldn’t turn his thoughts off. The night before, he’d been so exhausted and it had been so late, that he had no trouble turning off his mind and turning in. But now, under the refreshment of daylight, Dan had to confront the thoughts gnawing at his mind. Phil’s voice in the closet, deep and sensual, though it could hardly hide his hurt. “You thought you could play us both?“Dan had felt line he needed to make a choice- Phil or Rose. And he’d made a choice, though perhaps ignoring the problem only added to it. Dan supposed that he had been cowardly, choosing the third choice that was never an option. It always came back to the same issues. Love or safety? Wrong… or right?Before Dan’s father had passed away, he’d been a list maker. He made lists for every decision, every occasion; bedtime, money, parties, gambling, books, clothes, people. So Dan sighed, pulled out a piece of paper, and began to write. RosePros:safe optionstay living at home richgood lifenicealready marriedIt was a pretty solid list. Dan moved on to Phil’s pros:PhilPros: -Dan grunted. This felt wrong, and he didn’t even know what to write. Closing his eyes, Dan forced himself to put the pen back on paper and write.PhilPros: - flowers- butterflies in stomach- love being around him- kisses- beatif-"Dan?”He almost jumped out of his seat. “Mmhm?” He mumbled, lips pressed together. Rose’s brows were creased. “I was just wondering what you were writing.”“Oh, just some ideas. It’s nothing.” It wasn’t the answer Rose wanted, but she mumbled an “oh” and went back to her sewing. Dan looked at his list. He felt like a kid again, weighing the pros and cons of catching a mouse from one of the gardens and hiding it inside, or stealing one of his father’s books to read. This was childish; shouldn’t he just know the right answer? Why couldn’t he have both?“You have to choose.” Phil’s voice resurfaced in Dan’s memory, making him shake his head in annoyance. If he chose to stay married to Rose, and continue his affair with Phil, then Phil would leave him. He was right back to where he started. The choice felt obvious. The problem was, Dan didn’t know which one was the obvious answer. He pulled out a fresh piece of paper, with no list on it, and scribbled down a new request for flowers- “something pretty with cattails in it”. He needed to see Phil, to talk to him about his struggled choosing. And that sort of talk could only be had in the dark, with no one around to see them. Dan looked at his lists again, realizing he hadn’t added any cons. He quickly scribbled in the headers, then slowly added to each list. RoseCons: -unsure about love?-arranged marriagePhilCons:-man-I’m married-we couldn’t stay here-abandoning RoseIt was a con that Phil was a man, of course, because no matter where they could possibly go, Dan didn’t know if they could ever be accepted living together. It truly wasn’t reasonable. Dan sent the request for flowers, and waited.—-“I didn’t know if I’d hear from you again,” Phil muttered, walking forwards. He wore a thick jacket that concealed most of his form. It was another full moon, with the light shining off of it just enough for Dan to see the shadows on his lover’s face, maybe just from the darkness, but maybe from lack of sleep. Dan knew the feeling; tossing and turning all night long, miserable in your thoughts. Dan stepped forwards too, until they were close enough to see the color of each other’s eyes. Less than an arm’s length apart, though they did not touch. “Of course you’d hear from me,” Dan said, answering Phil’s question. “Why wouldn’t you?”The dark figure shrugged. “Didn’t know. Thought that maybe, you’d made your choice.” It had been a few days since the party, and they hadn’t seen each other since. This night felt different from the other night, colder, more dangerous. Something was going to go wrong. The question was- what?Dan examined Phil’s face, pale in the moonlight. His blue eyes were grey in the dim, and yes, his eyebags were more present than usual. He was an ominous figure, though he smelt of flowers. “I wanted to talk to you, about that actually,” the brown haired man said, shifting uncomfortably. “I need help making the choice.” Phil looked up with an emotion that Dan couldn’t read - anger? Disgust? Lack of understanding? “You want me… to help you choose? So you’re saying there’s a choice?” Dan stepped back, his hands twitching nervously. “Of course there’s a choice! Phil, this is my life, I can’t just throw it away, just like that!” He expected Phil to retaliate. He expected to get in a full-fledged screaming match. Instead, the man stayed quiet. A few yards away, the river trickled quietly, and crickets chirped. Dan’s breaths were audible. Phil bit his lip, his face fully illuminated by the glow of the moon. “I have a life too,” he said quietly, his voice racked with pain. “I have a job. A house. Friends. And I’d give it up, for love. For you.” He turned away as if it were too painful to look at Dan. “At least, I thought I would.” A branch crunched somewhere nearby, and their gazes both shot up, looking for the source. No noises followed. “Probably an animal,” Daniel suggested, his mouth dry. “Dogs come out this time of night,” he added, unhelpfully. Phil shook his head, still upset. “I’m not a second option. I- I want to get married.”

Dan looked up, observing his features. “I want to get married, maybe not now, but some day. I want a family. What we have now, sneaking around, pretending…. it doesn’t work for me. I need something real.”“This is real.” Phil hesitated. “I need something… that I can count on. I’m done waiting for your messages, if I’m going to be in a relationship, I’m going to do it right.” Dan licked his lips, looking away. “How would we do it, anyways. Phil… we’re two men! We can’t get married!” His voice raised again, but Phil’s remained slow and steady, solid. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice firm. “But I refuse to keep doing this. You have to make a choice.” Anger filled Dan’s stomach, making him feel almost sick. Who does he think he is? Dan thought. I can’t just give everything I’ve ever known up!“Fine!” He spat. “Then I’m staying with my wife. Relationships are all about comprise, Phil, and if you can’t respect my needs, then maybe we should just leave each other alone!”Phil’s anger showed on his face, but his restraint showed in his hands curled into fists, his stiff posture. “You- fine. If you don’t want me, then I’m not sticking around. Find someone else to use!” “Fine!” “Fine!” Phil stormed away, before whirling around, and before he knew what happening, Phil’s lips were against his, so rough and forceful and angry that all Dan wanted to do was hold him. And then he was gone. And he could hardly breathe.

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6 days since he’d seen Phil. 6 days since he’d had a peaceful night’s sleep. 6 days since he’d been kissed. And 6 days since he’d done just about anything. A few weeks ago, Dan had liked his bed okay. It was a nice bed, who cared? But now, he loved his bed. “Who needs Phil,” he would whisper into the piles of blankets, “when I have you?”Despite all the time he’d spent in bed, his eyebags just grew. Rose had had a doctor come over and check him out, and the results were inconclusive. “You should try going for a walk, or having a nice meal,” the doctor suggested helpfully. Dan groaned and rolled over, yanking the covers over his head. “I don’t want to go on a walk!” He whined, the words completely distorted by the pillow he talked into. On the fifth day, one of the maids came in, a bright blush on her cheeks. “Mr. Howell?”“You woke me up!” Daniel complained loudly, though that wasn’t true. “I don’t care, just ask Rose.” “I don’t know if you want Rose to see this.” She explained nervously, holding a piece of paper. Dan narrowed his eyes. “What does that say? Read it to me.” He seldom snapped at maids like that, but he was miserable, and if he was miserable than everyone else should be too. The blush on the maids cheeks spread. “Um… ‘Rose. Pros. Safe option, stay living at home…”Dan’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “Give that to me!” He ordered, practically yelling. The maid, a young woman- still a girl, practically- winced and rushed it over to him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to find it, I didn’t read any of it but to see who it belonged to, I won’t tell-” Dan snatched the paper from her hands and stuffed it in his mouth, eating it while the girl watched in horror. “There!” He announced, as soon as he’d swallowed it. How could he have been so stupid as to leave that in the open? “You are not to say a word of this to anyone, you hear me!” The maid nodded, almost in tears. Normally, Dan would feel remorse, but he was too busy being furious with himself to care. “You can go now, I don’t care.” She scurried away, closing the door quickly behind her. Dan rolled over so his voice was muffled by a pillow, and screamed.

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“You’re being completely foolish, and it’s not to be tolerated any longer,” the butler said, fixing Daniels suit indignantly. Dan rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, just been a bit ill lately.”“You’ve been a complete twat, if you don’t mind me saying it,” the butler argued, continuing to find things to adjust on Dan’s suit. “Girls, get some powder or something for his eyes, he looks like he hadn’t slept for a month!” “I’m fine, thank you.” “You’re hideous,” the butler argued. “If you don’t mind me saying so.” “I do mind. I should have you fired,” Dan threatened, his voice plain and serious. The man’s eyes sparkled. “I’d like to see you try.” Dan was dressed in the most uncomfortable, unnecessarily costly suit that money could buy. In the latest fashion, it included multiple layers with a long, dark jacket on top- miserable for such a warm day- a buttoned, white shirt, a dark vest, long, well-fitted pants, and a top hat over his messy, coffee colored fringe. The suit was too warm, too stiff, too unnatural. There was no doubt in Dan’s mind that it was bought for him as a sort of punishment, for the way he’d been treating everybody lately. Makeup covered his dark circles, and when he looked in the mirror, it reminded him of what corpses look like, all dressed up in their caskets; tailored and nice, but definitely not alive. Dan was lead to his front hallway, where Rose was waiting. She looked as beautiful and tailored as ever, her maids having styled her nicely in the newest fashions as well. Ever stiffly, they linked arms, and walked out to the carriage awaiting them. They took a day trip to the city, going shopping in the stores and eating a small meal. Dan’s senses were heightened, and despite still being exhausted, he appreciated the fresh air, the good food, even the flowers they saw every so often. In fact, he was almost in a good mood when a police officer came jogging up to them as they window shopped, calling them over. “Is there a problem officer?” Dan inquired politely, though his heart raced. The officer breathed heavily, the smog of the city making exercise even harder. “We’ve been trying to get in contact with you, but everyone we’ve talked to has said you were sick in bed, and refused to have guests.” Dan cleared his throat awkwardly, “Yes, a simple ailment, I’m fine now. What seems to be the problem?”“We’ve arrested a man on… crimes of the indecent.” He lowered his voice, leaning in. “A Mr. Phil Lester was seen a few nights ago engaging in… homosexual activity. We apprehended him, and are currently holding him in a cell here in the city as we figure everything out. I understand you knew him?”Oh God, Phil. “He was just my florist.”

Dan’s stomach turned.

“Well we can use whatever help we can get to figure this out. Would you mind coming to the station and talking with us a bit?” “Of course not. Rose, you should-” “You’re wife too, if you don’t mind. We need a few different perspectives on the man, to see if perhaps whatever homosexual acts he may have committed, have been going on for a while now.” Dan nodded quickly, his entire being shaking. Phil, my Phil, in jail. He imagined the poor man hunched over in some too small cell, no sunlight, no flowers for him to tend to. Dan had been in bed for nearly a week- how long has Phil already spent behind bars?And then there was that other matter, the matter of his crimes. Someone must have been watching them that night they fought. Did they know it was Dan? The police didn’t seem suspicious of him, in any case, but anyone could have seen them, anyone could have been there. Phil’s voice had been quiet and careful, but Dan had thrown caution to the wind with his actions, loud, angry yelling at Phil. Whoever watched them likely didn’t see their faces, but they heard their voices and saw their figures well enough to know it was two men. Dan recalled his yelling, Phil this and Phil that, announcing his lover’s name to the world while he kept his own a secret.

And then they kissed, and it was clear what was going on to anyone who might have seen. Phil was in jail, and it was all Dan’s fault. —Phil was sat on the hard floor of the cell, wearing nothing but a simple shirt and pants, no jacket, no hat. His clothes had small rips in them, like moth holes, and his entire form was covered in a layer of dust and grime. Oh Phil, what have they reduced you to? The once cheery, colorful flower enthusiast was reduced to human waste. Dan scanned the cell, hoping to see dandelions poking through the dirt, something, anything for Phil to watch over. Any shred of plant life, Dan knew would give Phil hope. But alas, there was none. The battered and bruised boy didn’t look up when he and Rose entered, staring at him in quiet horror. Dan’s stomach felt weak, but he forced himself forwards. “Um…. Phil… Lester?” Dan started, not sure what to say. The man’s eyes shot up and stared Dan and Rose down, the blue so intense against all the grays that his gaze seemed to send chills all over Dan’s body. “We’re here to talk to you. We were asked if we could talk to you… about the other night, when you kissed another man.” Phil didn’t seem to hear them. He looked at both Rose and Dan with distaste, his eyes wandering over their forms, observing their clothes, their eyes. It felt as though those eyes could see straight through them, seeing past the eye makeup and fake formalities, reading Dan’s thoughts. Dan’s hands trembled. Rose clutched his arm tighter. “I’m supposed to ask you who the man you were kissing was.” Phil wouldn’t talk to the police. They were hoping someone else could get him to talk. “It was a boy from a brothel,” Phil grumbled quietly, his voice light and airy despite the disuse. “We met in the woods. We argued over prices, and then we kissed. I… I wanted to try it out, see if the reason I couldn’t find a wife was because I didn’t want one.” The statement was bold. But Dan couldn’t help seeing that despite everything he had done to Phil, the florist still protected him. Dan was dressed in the tight, restrictive yet expensive clothing, while Phil was dressed in rags and filth. Dan wanted to reach out to him and say “this is not who we truly are.” But he couldn’t. Dan looked back at the police, who motioned for him to continue. “Um, did you plan on meeting with this… prostitute…. again?” Phil shook his head. “It was a mistake.” Dan’s heart sank. “Right. Of course. And… Do you regret it?” Phil stared at him with such solidarity, it made Dan weak in the knees. “Yes.” Not even a little.“And you’re saying this boy meant nothing to you?”“Correct.” He meant the world to me.“And if released, would you engage in such behavior again?”“No.” Not if you’re still married.“It will be a while before he is released,” the officer interrupted. “My guess is two years, minimum. He’ll be moved to another facility Wednesday morning, a longer term one.” He eyes Dan. “You might want to get a new florist.” Dan almost threw up.“Let’s go,” Rose whispered hopefully. Dan nodded weakly. “Well… in that case, yes, I suppose we’ll just have to find someone new. It’s a shame, but I’m sure it can be done. Have a good day, officer.” “You too, thanks for your help.” Dan turned and left, refusing to look back over his shoulder. But even without looking, he knew Phil was still sitting there, watching him with those piercing blue eyes.

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(The final chapter of Yellow Roses will be posted on Tuesday, Aug 15, unless you can convince me to post it sooner!)

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guylty · 4 years

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Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

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