#march winds

[onefootin1941]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽, Rie Cramer

[itsstreetlove]

March Winds

2023

[breezingby]

Vintage Porcelain Gretel Hummel "March Winds"

[bokettochild]

Which Link is Caesar to be stabbed (with fake knives)? Who’s the chain ganging up on (for fun) and why?

It's Wild

He started it. He was impersonating hylian royalty as stupidly as he could, and Wind took offense. Babey pirate threatened to stab, Wild pretended he was a "angry official threatening the ruler's life" and Legend jumped in to offer some knives (stage props, don't ask how he has them) to help in the "assassination attempt".

Now they are chasing Wild down and trying to stab him. He will "die" a very dramatic death :)

Twilight is Brutus. he just wanted to play along, but Wild IS playing up his "betrayal" to the extreme LOL

Time is basking in the chaos. he has no regrets. He IS encouraging this behavior.

Warriors is having a crisis over pretend regicide. Sky, on the other hand, is encouraging regicide.

Four's just here for the chance to "stab" Wild.

Hyrule's got no clue what's happening, but he's enjoying it, so... *shrug*

[eeveekitti]

Hello!! Are you interested in joining a long-term Warriors roleplay with a welcoming community, completely unique lore, and a plot driven forward by the individual roleplayer?

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More information below the cut if you're interested! [Warning for a lot of text lol]

Characters shown are: Wolfstar [mine], Heatherwhisper [@bright--paws], and Mudpaw [@aphantom1409] Aspenash [@paintedcomputer], Deerstar [@starsofthestorm], and Goldenflower [@cronicspotifyuser]

THE CLANS RippleClan, Grace & Stealth This Clan, with a knack for swimming, sneaking, and fishing, has a laid-back environment and lax attitude towards the Warrior Code; notably, outsiders are allowed in and around the Clan, including being mates with Clan cats. BreezeClan, Strength & Mercy This Clan, with a focus on spirituality, is the stricter of the Clans. Holding their faith in StarClan and its Code above all, they care deeply for the world around them, and fight with a ferocity unmatched to defend it.

WE OFFER -As said before, a welcoming community! I'm very proud of the small community we've already made, and feel it'll come to be a safe and happy place to be. -Opportunities for you, the individual, to make your own story within the greater plot! I encourage side stories and complex character/world-building! -Gatherings and Half-Moon meetings will be worked into the session schedule. -High ranks don't, and will never, require an audition; just ask me beforehand ^^

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Hope to see you there!! Thank you for reading :]

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escape the ordinary

[kassgender]

You are guaranteed an eventful expedition!

PT: You are guaranteed an eventful expedition! Assorted profile pictures of the Trailblazer, Dan Heng, and March 7th!

PSD used.

[justbandkidthings]

[wayward-lotus]

Hello everyone, I have some pieces that were created a month ago or so. So enjoy 😉

[shiveringfrogspawn]

don't mind me! just crying in the corner because the paper i'm writing on fictional female role models is giving me hope for future generations. yeah, i'm overjoyed people have created such awesome examples for young girls to follow. characters that the audience feels seen & represented by. yeah, it just got to me a little bit.

[silent-korok]

Since March Madness is here, I have decided to do a LU Zelda Bracket!!! (The placements were based off of a wheel spin) [This post will update overtime]

GO VOTE NOW

Current Poll:

[juniperusashei]

The Crying of the Wind: Ireland by Ithell Colquhoun - 3/5

EDIT: I have scanned and uploaded a copy here: https://archive.org/details/crying-of-the-wind

I had to go on a bit of a quest to find this book; it isn’t available online anywhere to my knowledge (not even my dubious usual sites!) and physical copies go for upwards of a hundred dollars, but luckily I was able to get a card from my university’s library that allowed me to get another card to check it out from a different university’s library. So a whole lot of hype for a travelogue.

I’ve been on a bit of an Ithell Colquhoun kick lately, to the point that I can actually spell her name without verifying. She is most famous for her visual art, which straddles the line between surrealism and abstraction, and much of her literary work such as her novella The Goose of Hermogenes is rooted in the occult tradition to the point that the rest of the surrealist movement apparently found her annoying and kicked her out. I was curious what take such a mythic individual would have on a relatively mundane genre as the travelogue, and I did find The Crying of the Wind an interesting if a bit jarring read. It is jarring in that most of the book is a typical travelogue, recounting conversations with locals and visits to typical tourist sites such as Glendalough, interspersed with asides about the occult or the fairy realm. Fair, because Ireland as a nation has always embodied contradictions, most notably that between their Pagan past and the Catholic Church (syncretisms not unlike what Gloria Anzaldúa talks about in Mexico)! For example, Colquhoun goes into a detailed dive into the theories behind the fairyland before concluding they are “beings inhabiting a supersensual plane which interpenetrates the universe normally perceptible to human senses.” It feels tongue in cheek, but knowing her, it’s not.

Did I enjoy this occult tour of Ireland? I didn’t find it stunning the way my favorite travel writers such as Joan Didion and Vita Sackville-West can be, but it was certainly an interesting angle. Though well-intentioned, Colquhoun’s colonial British upbringing does show itself, which is perhaps expected for a book published in the 1950s, but there was a surprising amount of portraying the Irish as “noble savages” — in an odd way, this book felt quite orientalist at times. Nevertheless, I think I would enjoy travelling with Ithell, just because the attention she gives the local flora on every page reminds me of how much I geek out about plants whenever I travel.

[jeanstapleton]

Is it possible that something is holy to the celebrated agnostic? Yes. The individual human mind. In a child's power to master the multiplication table, there is more sanctity than in all your shouted "amens" and "holy holies" and "hosannas." An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral. And the advance of man's knowledge is a greater miracle than all the sticks turned to snakes or the parting of the waters.

—Inherit the Wind (1960) dir. Stanley Kramer

[rohirric-hunter]

Angstober Day 02: Countdown

I did not write this on the second. I wrote it this morning.

~*~*~*~

The final day dawns, and you are up early.

Well, you believe it is dawn. The sun does not penetrate the cloud cover above, which you imagine is thickest to the east, where it originates. But the earliest risers in the Camp of the Host have begun to stir, and you with them.

Breakfast is surprisingly cheery.

You all know what lies before you, and what lies behind. And you all know that today is likely the last day you will ever see. There is no reason, you suppose, for the cooks to be stingy. The rations are still road rations, but the helpings are larger than you had expected, and more dressed up. You find what remains of the Grey Company gathered around a cookfire with a few Rangers of Ithilien. Most of the party is known to you, and you laugh along with the others as Radanir and Thurindol exchange barbed words with no heat behind them about the use of Elfspear as a seasoning. The plant they are arguing about bears little resemblance to the Elfspear you are familiar with, which grows in spiky bunches close to the ground up and down the Great East Road from the Brandywine to the Hoarwell. You daren't venture a guess as to whether or not they are related. You suspect Orthonn knows, but he watches the argument with a smirk, and does not offer his opinion on the matter.

Radanir and Thurindol both likely know too, you reflect, but the argument is comfortable. It feels safe.

Your back and shoulders still ache from — you do not allow your mind to drift to such dark thoughts, not yet. There are better things to reflect on. Instead you set your empty plate aside and stretch the sore muscles. Lothrandir sits beside you, startling you. You had not heard him approach. But he does not speak, only smiles sadly, and takes your arms, gently repositioning them into what you can feel at once is a more effective stretch. You nod your thanks, and he accepts it with a gentle squeeze of your hand, before turning his attention back to the entertainment in the center of the little breakfast circle.

Breakfast cannot last forever. The minutes are counting down until you must all go your separate ways, to attend to your last duties before the end.

But for now, you laugh, as Thurindol finally wrests the Elfspear from Radanir's hands and throws it into the pot, drowning out Radanir's cries of protest with a triumphant exclamation: "It's good for you!"

"And tastes of mud from the swamps of Angmar," Radanir retorts.

You pull your cloak about yourself and lean your head against Lothrandir's shoulder as they argue, tuning out the details and relaxing in the moment. Part of you wishes Hathellang was here — but no. He is — not safe, but safer. He will have a chance, the chance you tossed aside when you agreed to come here, to follow Strider the Ranger to certain doom in the hopes of buying time. He can run and hide and live.

Breakfast will be over soon — but until then, you are content.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Jimi Hendrix - The Wind Cries Mary

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In Like a Lion