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timmymyluv · 2 years

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double trouble

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dad!timothée chalamet x mother!reader

hope you guys missed the twins au! this is super cute and I love this domestic soft parenting theme so please enjoy 🫂

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our lovely parents out for date night without the kids after a while. 💗

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user7 my parents I think

ynfanbase wait 🤔so if in the first years since yn had the twins they'd accompany timmy for his rare one year projects but now he hasn't accepted anything new sans the movies he's already filmed 👀

dunestimo ok you have a point 😭 word on the street says yn is gearing for her fashion comeback both on the runway and on the magazine

username972 omg what if she goes straight for vogue usa when ur that girl 😌

bestgirlyn when you comeback from ur hiatus after raising kids with thee timothee chalamet strong as ever as the fashion world's darling >>>

datuser even her maternity and post birth clothing was always on point 😭without when trying shed look so good

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ynschalamet YN??!?! WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

yourusername nothing 😁just missed u guys

ynsbulgaria miss you too angel ❤️sending hugs and kisses to the fam

datuser whens the new album? also missed u on the runway queen

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ynfanbase OMG SHE LIKED WGAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

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back to work? missed the chaos.

user876 not yn posting an actual candid pic of her backstage

yourusername im ngl it can get real crazy backstage at fashion shows 😭😭never been one to sugarcoat

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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.

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tchalamet do I have a dad bod yet? *drum hits to a lame joke*

user888 TIMMY 😭😭

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user233 see guys how being respectful to celebs pays off

fan197 when we don't treat them like wild animals and actual humans who deserve privacy like everyone else>>>>

ynsgermany omg where's yn

yn4ever she announced her comeback to the runway remember? the kids are a little older and tim is taking some time off to be with the two while mama is back, still on top of her game 😌

trolls8 he looks a little tired

usernamehere now can u stfu if you were a dad to twin toddlers you'd look tired too you old hag

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usernamehere if you wanna look tired i can give u a black eye or two you punk

odessamay I was the fan who took a pic with him here! he was so nice I felt shy to ask for a pic as I was also waiting for a bagel but he so kindly offered 🥺

laurieschalamet ooh what flavour of bagels did he get?

odessamay he got plain old cream cheese while he got some strawberry and cream bagels for yn!

ynsparadise yes I heard yn is still in nyc just having more meetings/photoshoots but she's not that far off from the kiddos

odessamay the kids are so cute clearly no one took pics of them to respect their privacy but they were so friendly and charming to the strangers they'd meet!! sometimes they were shy hiding behind their dad but they loved hugging/shaking others hands or even talking to them about anything ❤️

user87 yn and timo raised such good natured, well adjusted and polite kids

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first time on set since I had the twins. I admit it hasn't been the easiest and I was quieting down fears even as the cameras flashed. but to make it clear, I only look like this post childbirth bec of my genetics/natural physique, and the resources that allows me significant assistance during childbirth, running the household and a loving, dedicated staff whose main job is to keep me happy and healthy. Our bodies have done such a wonderful thing to bring a child to this world and you should treat your body kindly after, not push yourself to look a certain way after.

Your body changing after childbirth isn't a bad thing, if you don't wear the same pant size anymore, your organs rearranged differently or something changes colour or the stretch marks that form, everyone's body is different and let's celebrate that as long as it's not causing any significant harm, discomfort or illness to your lovely body.

I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.

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tchalamet baby mama 💗

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momentofmemory · 4 years

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hi mem if i could pick your brain about typography - how do you know how to position the words of a phrase on a gif? i'm working on something right now where i want to place a lyric in a more varied fashion than simply straight across the gif, but i'm not sure how to arrange the words so they fit together. sorry i hope this makes sense

You may certainly pick my brain as it is one of my favourite subjects. :) This got a little long, but hopefully it’s not too rambly lol.

INTRO.

Typography placement is primarily about the composition of the gif pre-text, where the word/phrase you want to emphasize is + what it looks like, and how many words/phrases you want to emphasize. We’ll talk arranging the text in relation to itself first, and then about where to place it on the gif (heretofore referred to as the “base”).

1. CENTERED TEXT.

This is pretty much the most straightforward option: you have your highlight word, and then you can center either a)as a stack with lines above and below, b)as a sandwich w lines on the left and right, or c)as a set of two lines either above/below.

Literally the only thing that defines which method you use is a)where in the text it’s located (beginning, middle, end) and b)what vibes you’re feeling that day. My only caution here is to watch for balance: having a ton of text on one side of the main word/phrase and almost none on the other tends to look pretty wonky.

2. SPLIT TEXT.

This method is a variant on the first, except that something about the text/font means that method 1 doesn’t work well. This could be because an ascender/descender gets in the way, because I want a more square shape than rectangle shape, or just because it matches the font better.

Ex.1—“you’re facing down”—the ascender of the “d” is the problem here. If I just centered the upper text, the two words would overlap unless I moved the text waaaaaaay far away from each other (and generally, typography for a single phrase looks best grouped tightly). Breaking up the top line avoids this issue.

Ex.2—“Bending backwards”—the severe tilt of the text made centering it feel off balance (to me). By shifting the top & bottom text to either side, it “supports” the tilted text and keeps it grounded in frame.

Ex. 3 —”when all hope is lost”—has two issues. First, the extreme height of thee ascender of the “h” and the depth of the descender “p” get in the way of top/bottom text, and the circle I wanted enclosing the text prevents a long horizontal composition. Dropping the word “hope” down onto the line with the second line of text, and centering it below the first, avoids this.

Now, a breakdown using Ex. 1, with one I think doesn’t work and three I think could work.

A: As stated above, it crams too close to the ascender of the d, and has a weird boxy feel.

B: Top line is shifted over so it’s not a true center, but because the bottom line isn’t centered you can’t tell. Could work, but I think the order of how you read it gets a little lost since as the the “d” comes first, it makes it look like “down” is to be read before the top line.

C: Placing the “you’re” in front of the “d” fixes the reading problem. The centering looks just fine; perfectly acceptable.

D: This is the version I went with, mostly bc similar to ex.2, I liked the grounding on the left/right. Could easily go either way.

3. MULTI-FONT/EMPHASIS TEXT.

I don’t do this terribly often in the same gif, so two of the examples are from the same set, but I hope they’re at least different enough to give you vibes lol. Basically, the way this one works is you have two phrases/words you want to emphasize, so a blending of centering & forming goes on.

4. SO WHERE DO I PUT IT?

Once you’ve arranged your text, you still have to figure out where it goes on your base. That’s where considering the composition of the image comes in.

Having the text in the middle of your gif is far and away the easiest and most common placement, BUT if you have any gifs that’re heavily weighted to the left or right (for example if you have a gif with a person all the way on the left side and nothing on the right), it’s going to look weird if your text is centered. In these cases I switch to some kind of pattern: either the text maintains a left-right zig-zag (left on gif1, right on gif 2, left on gif 1, etc.), or I alternate between left-center-right-center-left (or left-center-right-center-right, if I want a V). Basically, alternating is key.

Another consideration is if you want to highlight anything with your text. For example, in this set I had a pretty busy centerpiece and having text on top of it would be way too much, but also I didn’t want to distract from it. I solved this problem by arranging the text on a path that matched the symbol, so it felt like part of the image, instead of something slapped on top. There’re a lot of things you can do to mesh text & image, and this is easily where you can have the most fun.

CONCLUSION.

Two really useful questions to ask yourself when working with type are 1)does this feel balanced? and 2)can you actually read it in the order it suggests? Because, ultimately, typography is a vehicle—if you can’t read/understand the words, or the text gets in the way of appreciating the image, that’s really the only way it can “fail.” Otherwise, everything else is just style and flavour. :)

#asks #content creation #typography #gif making #fonts #memtorial #tutorial #anonymous

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writeyouin · 5 years

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You're Jareth's betrothed. A masquerade is held on the eve of your wedding, but a jealous Fae woman poisons you with sleeping potion. You collapse in Jareth's arms & the woman's arrested, taunting him. If he can't find the cure before the stroke of 13 on the 13th day, you'll die. He goes nearly mad slaving over books & traveling everywhere, desperate to save you. On the last day, he finds the cure & you wake up confused, but Jareth's so relieved he holds you tight & cries into your shoulder.

Jareth X Reader –Slipping Away

A/N – Fun fact, Sluagh are part of Irish folklore, I didn’t make them up. They’re the spirits of the restless dead, sometimes viewed as fae with no loyalty, reason or mercy, doomed to wander the Earth in hordes.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Extravagance. It was the only word that could be used to describe the tremendous scene before you. The once crumbling pillars of an ancient temple now supported growths of creeping plants. Without a roof, the moon bathed everyone in its peaceful beams, illuminating the iridescently divine forms of fae dancers, celebrating your wedding to Jareth; unlike human weddings, the fae celebrated beforehand, claiming the wedding night was intended only for the newlyweds.

You stood at what would have been the entrance in a time long past, taking steadying breaths and trying to remember your exact instructions from Jareth’s previous tutoring. The fae had a very complex social hierarchy which you had to adhere to if they were to accept you as the future spouse to their king. You stood at the start of a long glistening silver carpet that led to two thrones, one for Jareth and the other for you. On the carpet were woven depictions of black and gold blooms. Your job was to step only on the tiny golden blooms which represented a fortuitous life; stepping on the black blooms would supposedly condemn your marriage to the evil spirits of the Sluagh, souls of the sinful humans trapped between the borders of the fae and human realm.

After the walk down the aisle or rather the ‘Dance of Blossoms,’ as the fae called it, you were to wait in front of your throne for Jareth to stand with you, signalling you were worthy of his attention, then a drink of Vinum Aeternum would be brought forward in two heavy silver chalices. You and Jareth would have your hands bound in golden silk and you would feed Jareth his drink first without spilling a drop, then he yours. After that, the two of you would finally be able to sit or take part in the festivities at your leisure.

The whole affair seemed far too complicated to you, but it was imperative you succeeded, otherwise the wedding would not proceed. Naturally, you’d practiced for this moment, but the practice had never been a complete success. From your left, a delicate bell rang and though you weren’t sure how the entire temple heard it, they all stopped, forming two perfectly straight lines on either side of the carpet to watch you complete the ‘Dance of Blossoms.’

Feeling nauseated, you began your journey, wobbling several times, though you regained your balance as you forged on, no doubt ungraceful in comparison to the fae of the past who had completed the journey. You ignored the hawk-like eyes of the spectators, some of whom looked like they wanted you to fail their king; instead, you found solace in Jareth’s unwavering gaze as you made your way to him.

Finally, you made it to the end of the aisle, where you dropped to your knees for Jareth’s inspection. He rose dramatically, circling you gracefully as was his role. Gently, he grasped your forearms, pulling you to your feet and ‘accepting’ you for the kingdom to see.

“You did well,” He whispered so nobody else would hear.

Although the praise itself was small, it emboldened you, quelling your previous fears. Neither of you said anything else as your hands were bound in their silk manacles by the high priestess. Taking a step back, the priestess waited for another fae woman to step forward, delivering the wine. As she poured the drinks you held back a gasp for it looked like liquid starlight.

Passing you your chalice, the fae waited whilst you held it to Jareth’s lips with shaking hands; it was much heavier than the ones you’d used in practice. Through the sheer intensity of his gaze, Jareth willed you to be okay until he had sipped the last of his wine. You set your chalice down on a tray the server held and waited in trepidation for Jareth’s turn. Jareth’s lips quirked up in a small smile, just another tiny sign that he was eager to be wedded. You found it funny how such a small action could speak volumes of his personality, for it wasn’t that long ago that you couldn’t decipher him at all; it seemed that everything the fae did was either a huge explosion over a small emotion or the smallest of reactions to their more intense feelings.

Gracefully, Jareth took the chalice that was presented to him, holding it up for you to sip. The second the liquid met your lips, you knew something was wrong. You didn’t know what the wine was supposed to taste like, but the acrid flavour that met your tongue was all wrong, and everything in your body knew it. With a pained cry, you fell backwards, losing consciousness.

Jareth dropped his goblet, moving with inhuman speed to catch you, even with his bound hands. Using his magic, he freed himself of the ties and, reaching out with his mind, he summoned the court healer. The healer appeared in less than a second, suspending you in the air so you were levitating at her waist height. Every time Jareth tried to ask what he could do, she shushed him and waved him away, even as the crowd watched on.

While the fae healer set about using the arcane arts, Jareth turned to the onlookers with such fury, the very ground shook.

“WHO DID THIS?!” He demanded, using gales of wind to carry his words across the entire Underground, distorting it to sound like that of a Wraith or some equally disturbing beast. He needn’t have shouted so far for there was only one smiling face amidst a sea of grim and fearful expressions.

Jareth pointed accusingly at a hag, not at all beautiful like the other fae. It was clearly a guise and one used only to show contempt or disrespect. Although it was well within Jareth’s power to strip the hag of her guise, he offered her one chance; it was not an act of mercy, but of power, aimed to show that he was in command. “SHOW YOUR TRUE FORM FOUL CREATURE, SO I MAY PUNISH THE REAL YOU.”

Despite her old, leathery face, the hag hadn’t bothered to change her true, melodious voice; it was one that would have made the very birds stop singing so they could hear its beauty. “Why, my king, do you not recognise me? Was it not your cruelties that bade me to be hideous before thee?”

“SPEAK NOT IN THE OLD TONGUE WENCH!” Jareth cried, though by now he knew her true name for such a voice could not be mistaken. Everyone knew of the Witch of the Wastes, Desdemona. Once Jareth’s lover, Desdemona committed the worst crime any fae could do against another; adultery. Such heartbreak would have killed any other fae, but that was how Desdemona found that Jareth did not truly love her as he had tried to for many centuries. The sheer fact she was willing to let him die to prove her theory only enraged him further.

As punishment to her crime, Jareth created a special prison in the Labyrinth for her. An oubliette wherein she could see any event she wanted outside, but never interact with it; at the time, it amused him greatly to show her that she’d inspired an Aboveground play by the Medium, William Shakespeare. Now however, Jareth cared not for foolish trifles, only to know how she had escaped her gilded cage.

“How did you escape wench?”

“Oh, please my sweet. Let us not forget the old pet names we once used, was I not once your peach as your new betrothed is now?”

Jareth flinched as if struck, an ominous air encompassing him, filled with the unknown. When he did not answer, Desdemona sighed, shucking her disguise to reveal beauty enough to rival Aphrodite herself. Skin as dark as the blackest night, a plump figure so luxurious even the Abovegrounders would make it a fashion again if they saw her instead of their emaciated models. Her hair, a mix of black and gold was woven into magnificent braids, making the gold look like the very stars themselves had lowered themselves from the night sky to kiss her. Even the filthy rags she wore for her guise could not do anything to dampen her beauty.

“You are not as fun as you used to be, my sweet.”

“Still your tongue for I am not yours to be claimed. My heart belongs to another and yours is a shrivelled piece of coal, if it even exists. Tell me how you escaped,” Jareth demanded, though he no longer shouted, he didn’t need to for he had more power under a mere whisper than he ever would with a thunderous tone.

“Escaped? No, no, no. I was freed by those who are no longer bedazzled by you as I used to be. You are not so popular as you used to be, my sweet. Marrying a human will be your undoing.”

“Name the cretins who betrayed me, so they may suffer the same fate as you Witch,” Jareth sneered. He knew Desdemona well. She was powerful, maybe enough to match him in combat, but she was also vain and arrogant. If he could stroke her ego long enough under the pretences of listening to her, he could finish the spell he was silently weaving to finish her off, once and for all. He was under no impression that she wasn’t also doing the same, hoping to avoid a long, tiresome duel, but if he could finish his spell first, there wouldn’t be anything more to worry about.

Desdemona chuckled, “And give you my only subjects? I think not Jareth. It would not be fitting. Ah,” she looked past him to the healer caring for you. “You’re wasting your healer’s time, my sweet. That poison is from the bark of the Belger Tree. There is no cure.”

The ground shook in an Earthquake even more ferocious than the last at Jareth’s fury, and all the fae before him, except for Desdemona were sent sprawling to the ground. He hadn’t meant to do that and it distracted him momentarily from his spell, wasting precious seconds. However, he couldn’t help his despair. The Belger tree had once been a fae, poisoned by the one she was betrothed to. Instead of dying from the poison, the fae woman Belger lived and grew hateful, then fearing that she would have her heart broken again, she cut it out, using her last moments to bury it deep in the soil. The still-beating heart bore a mighty black tree, caught between life and death. It always grew, yet never bloomed and anything that touched it was destined to die. No doubt, to get such a vile poison as its bark, Desdemona had been very careful indeed.

Throwing caution to the wind, Jareth abandoned his spell and bellowed a single word, “BALOR!”

Forgetting any previous grace, Desdemona rushed at him, throwing him to the floor and clamping her hand to his mouth. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FOOL?! YOU CANNOT SUMMON THE DEMON KING! HE’LL KILL US ALL!”

Desdemona’s warnings were too late however. From the sky came a tornado of shrieking wind that would challenge any banshee. The world fell silent again as Balor stepped out from the tornado, letting it die into nothingness. Balor was a giant among the fae. A God of Death, he wore warped armour, made of the hardened bodies of his victims. Fortunately, he kept one of his flaming red eyes shut, for it was well known that whenever he opened both eyes, everything before him died.

With a blast of quick magic, Jareth threw Desdemona off him, summoning manacles to bind her arms, though they would not last for long. Speaking with reverence befitting the God, Jareth bowed, “Balor, on the day of my wedding I have committed a great injustice to you. I did not invite you to approve of the festivities. Therefore, I present you with a gift. The Witch of the Wastes, Desdemona.”

Desdemona screamed loudly, trying to break free of her manacles, but Jareth ignored her, talking all the faster. “Do with her what you please. Feed off her magic, kill her, toy with her, whatever you wish, for she is yours. Do you accept my gift Demon King?”

Balor’s eye narrowed sharply and for one short moment, Jareth was afraid he was going to open his other eye. Instead, he stomped over to Desdemona, saying nothing as he grabbed her bound hands and dragged her to the centre of the temple. Desdemona kicked and screamed, shouting curses born of terror. Her screams were soon drowned out by another shrieking whirlwind that carried Balor back to his realm.

Free of any further distractions, Jareth ran to your side, looking into the Healer’s wise eyes that held centuries of knowledge. “Is it possible to-”

The healer shook her head, cutting him off with an ancient voice that sounded odd coming from her perfectly young body. “The best I can do is keep (Y/N) stable and in the land of good dreams until (s)he passes to the great beyond.”

“Do so then, until I find a cure.”

“My king, there are only thirteen days until that happens. Best to spend the remaining days treasuring your love.”

“Please,” Jareth begged, not daring to order the healer around for she was revered by all the fae.

The healer bowed, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

Jareth threw another old tome against the wall of his study, watching as some of the pages fell out on its journey to the floor. Nine days gone, and he was no closer to finding a cure to your ailments than before. He couldn’t even enter your dreams to at least tell you he was searching because the poison that was slowly killing you would infect him as well, or so the nameless healer told him.

Turning away from his books, he receded into the depths of his mind, viewing everywhere in the Underground at once. He had to think of something, for he would go crazy if he didn’t. Finally, he screamed in anguish, despairing that the Underground had nothing to show him that might help.

Raving mad, Jareth transformed into his owl form, flying through an open window and setting out on a journey to the Belger tree; if he couldn’t save you then he could join you in your fate by touching the tree’s bark. However, he would first make sure nobody shared your and his fate again. Before he let the tree kill him, he would destroy it, saving a piece of its bark to take back so he might die by your side.

Too weak to teleport after his constant efforts to find a cure, Jareth resolved himself to the flight. It took him two whole days to reach the tree and in that time he had an idea; it was desperate and probably doomed to failure, but an idea nonetheless.

Soaring down to the long abandoned dessert of the ancient ones, Jareth landed in the sand before the imposing Belgar tree, careful not to touch the monumental roots which had grown so large, they stuck out from the sand in multiple places. Instead of destroying the hateful tree like he had planned, Jareth transformed into his usual fae self and did something he had never done before in his long life. He kneeled.

“Oh, great Belgar, I Jareth the Goblin King kneel before you so that I may plead your aid. Just like you, I was wronged by an old lover and now I need you to give me an antidote to your very bark, for without it, my one true love will die.”

Nothing happened and Jareth squeezed his eyes tightly shut so he didn’t cry before his quest was over.

“Please,” He whispered.

He waited an age before he was graced with an answer. The tree lifted some of its roots from the ground, weaving them together to form the image of a fae. The branches hissed when they moved to move her mouth, “Why should I save your love when no-one protected me from mine?”

Although Jareth would have normally argued, he was humbled by the Belgar tree’s ethereal power which washed over him even before she spoke. “I have no reason that you should help me.”

“Then let me rest young one.”

“But-” Jareth choked out, finally crying from days of pent up fear and exhaustion. “But if you do not help me, does that not make you as bad as the one who betrayed you?”

The tree-woman roared, summoning more branches to make her larger in size, so she dwarfed Jareth. “DO NOT PRESUME TO LECTURE ME ON MORALS! YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE CENTURIES OF TORMENT I HAVE SUFFERED!”

“No,” Jareth agreed, bowing his head, “But if you don’t help me now, I’ll soon learn, for I will be just like you; I would sooner cut out my heart than lose (Y/N). (S)he is my everything.”

“How do I know if I give you my cure that you won’t simply hide it away so nobody else may have it?” The tree-fae lamented mournfully.

“You would not, but is it not better to help someone than spend more time suffering? This may well be your one chance to save yourself from more pain, and if not… Well, I for one would not forget your generosity.”

The tree was silent for a long time, and Jareth feared he’d lost her audience. Finally, the tree-woman reached out a hand, holding out a single fragile flower. It had pale-blue petals shaped like teardrops and looked so frail, it could die any moment. “This flower took me ten-thousand years to grow. If anything will cure your love, it is this. Take it and be gone, young one. I do not wish to be disturbed again. Leave me to my long rest.”

Careful to only touch the flower, Jareth took the blossom, bowing deeply to thank the Belgar tree who promptly disassembled its humanoid form, returning to the way it had been before. Placing the flower in a protective orb, Jareth transformed once again into a barn owl and took off into the night sky, flying faster than he’d ever gone before, hoping he would make it back to you in time.

As a fae who’d spent most of his life pitting people against time itself, Jareth felt the cruel irony of his own plight; he was painfully aware of each second that passed, leading closer to your demise.

He didn’t go back to his study, instead he headed to his chambers, where you were resting on the bed, tended to by the healer. Instead of flying through an open window as he had when he left, he crashed through the closed one, bleeding heavily in his owl form, but only lightly when he transformed back to his usual form.

“(Y/N),” He ran to your side, clutching your deathly cold hand in his free one, for the other still held the bloom in its orb. “How fares (s)he?”

The healer shook her head, “You only have minutes, my liege. Spend them wisely.”

Jareth shoved the orb at the healer, “No, not minutes. I have eternity. That is the cure we need. Please, find some way to administer it, and quickly.”

Although the wizened healer would have loved more time to examine the curious plant which she could feel the power emanating from, there wasn’t time as the clock above the bed started chiming thirteen. Chanting a few short words, the healer turned he plant into liquid, using its protective orb as a cup. Placing the cup to your lips, she forced the liquid down your throat, then stepped back and waited.

Jareth held one of your hands tightly in both of his, waiting for you to do or say anything that would inform him you were well. As the clock chimed its last bell, Jareth drew you towards him, sobbing into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry,” He cried. “I should have done more, I should have been better.”

“I do,” You mumbled tiredly, causing Jareth to freeze.

The healer smiled knowingly, excusing herself silently for what would no doubt be a tearful reunion.

“(Y/N)?” Jareth whispered.

“I will marry you, I do,” You groaned, half-dreaming. Slowly, you opened your eyes, coming face to face with Jareth. “Why’re you here? Weren’t you on the um, the… the fancy chair?”

Exhausted and over-emotional from a lack of sleep, Jareth clung to you, breaking down into a flood of tears.

“Okay…” You said, still confused on what was a dream and what was reality. “I’m sorry I forgot it was called a throne, but is it really worth crying over?”

With a reassuring squeeze, Jareth whimpered, “I love you, so much. You are my heart.”

Rubbing his back comfortingly, you smiled hazily, “And you are mine.”

Later on, Jareth explained everything that had happened during the time after your wedding. Despite requesting an audience with the Belgar tree to thank her for her gift to you, Jareth refused to take you, remembering his promise to leave the tree alone. He did however check on the tree through his mirrors and what he found made him smile. For the first time ever, the Belgar tree had a covering of lush purple leaves like those of a weeping willow, complementing her beautiful black bark; it was the most beautiful thing Jareth had ever seen, and he made sure to never forget it.

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2, 4, 5 & 6! sorry, i never saw this before!

Love! thank you so much and don’t worry at all!! I love making ask posts and I’m so happy you like this one!💗✨

2. You know the Faerie Queen is holding her ball at dawn. What dress do you wear to seduce her? (Description or photo)

That is such a difficult one!! There are so many ethereal dresses out there that would most likely do the trick but I have to admit that I’m more of a suit person, myself? Silk and embroidery, pearls and lace still included, of course!! Something with an English Renaissance flavour, perhaps. Short trousers, tights, heaps of details. That cool elegance mixed with outrageous opulence.

But also - Kay Nielsen’s rococo illustrations..

Oh to be a prince in a Nielsen illustration...elegant, decadent-androgynous, tenderly embracing a swooning beauty.

4. When picking a suitor, would you test their wit, their intelligence or their kindness? (Bonus: how?)

Their kindness. A kind person who isn’t witty or intelligent is much lovelier than a witty or intelligent person who isn’t kind. And I’d probably do it in proper, traditional fairy tale fashion and ask them to carry a heavy basket of food to some ominous place in the woods with the promise of meting them there and have them encounter a few people and animals in need along the way. If they share the food with them instead of chasing them away, they pass! :)

5. You’re send out to save your kingdom from a cruel king. The journey will lead you through dangerous woods and unknown lands - what do you pack in your rucksack? Which animals would you ask to aid you on your journey?

Well. I’d bring a skin with wine, cheese and bread, and cake. Since that’s the traditional food for those journeys. Then I’d bring a change of clothes and something to write. A dagger, maybe? I’m not sure. Soap.

Honestly - I’m not the best choice when it comes to fighting, so I’d have to rely on luck and kindness to get there? A dagger wouldn’t be of much use.

And as for animals - a fox, a bear, bees.

6. What stayed with you most from the fairytales you enjoyed as a child? Can be a quote, a detail, a character, a moral or a whole story ark.

Honestly, that’s one of my favourite questions. The seven ravens - the image of the glass castle at the end of the world, where the night sky touches the earth and sun and moon wait for humans to eat. The idea that those two are evil to begin with. The cold. The darkness. The glittering castle. And then her losing the key and cutting her finger off to unlock the door that way. I can’t begin to explain how that makes me feel.

And in the Snow Queen - the mirror shattering and thee little piece falling into Kai’s eye to make him cruel and cold. It later being washed out with tears. Incredible.

Lastly - the twelve dancing princesses and the soldieer with his wine-soaked handkerchief and later with the golden, silver, crystal branches (I never liked him much for ruining their fun, though). Donkey Skin (I think her name is in english?) and her dresses in the little nut.

In general that sense of aesthetic violence, that horrific element has always fascinated me. Also we have a bunch of beautifully illustrated books, so those stayed with me as well.

thank you so much for asking, Lovely!!!! 🥰

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Bistro Dansk is one of those place that falls into the category of: Often passed, never visited. One reason is that always seemed to be really busy when I was walking by. It also closes between lunch and supper service, so it was also closed some of the time. Finally they are also closed on Sundays and Mondays. Monday long being my day off.

The Bistro Dansk menu with it’s dominating red colour.

Bistro Dansk Hours

Open Tuesday – Saturday

Lunch: 11:00 am – 2:30 pm

Dinner: 5:00 pm – 9:00 pm

A couple of weeks ago, though, I wandered down Sherbrook checking to see whether or not the new noodle bar in the old Sherbrook Street Delicatessen space had opened yet. Finding the windows still covered by brown paper, I crossed the street and head south. As I passed Bistro Dansk, I decided I would finally enter.

When I did, I found the restaurant almost completely full. The space is night and cozy, and the streetside windows allow a good deal of light. The decor is red walls with medium brown wood paneling above. Red is the dominant colour as it’s the colour of the chair frames and the napkins, menu, etc. all feature large amounts of red. On the whole it makes for a cheerful interior.

Before starting on my review, I’d like to add that Bistro Dansk has been featured on the show You Gotta Eat Here. I’ve never seen the episode, or the show for that matter. However, the link is above if you wish to check it out.

My plate of chicken livers with mayo dip.

Bistro Dansk Lunch

I’m not a big one for making reservations. I prefer to take my chances on being able to find a table. On this day there turned out to be one table left, and I was seated thee. My timing turned out almost perfect as a couple of minutes later a couple came in looking for a table and they were told they would need to come back later(they did).

The restaurant describes it’s cuisine as Danish & European. Looking at the menu the meals seemed to be of the hearty variety. This is a classic meat and potatoes kind of restaurant. The sign outside advertised schnitzel as the special of the day, but I decided to try something a little off the beaten path, and went with the chicken liver plate. I also added the soup of the day, a chicken vegetable.

The chicken vegetable soup.

A Little Bit of a Throwback

The food here is prepared from scratch, and the service pace is leisurely. It’s pretty clear that the restaurant is expecting you to enjoy your meal rather than gulp it down and leave. Lunch and as I found out later, starts off with a basket of bread. When I was growing up this was a feature of almost every sit down restaurant. This generally isn’t the case now, particularly with so many people living in fear of carbs of any sort. However, it’s nice to have a little bread to munch on while waiting for the rest of the order to arrive.

A basket of bread helps keep the hunger at bay.

On the whole, the meal is really good. I enjoyed the home made soup, and the chicken livers are quite tender, and I like that they add some mushroom along with the onions. The platter features a mustardy mayo which adds a nice contrast to the chicken livers. I had dessert, which they call lemon souffle, but is actually more of a lemon mousse. Whatever name it goes be it is absolutely delicious and a good, refreshing finish to the meal.

Warsteiner German Pilsner.

My pilsner in a glass.

Being that my first visit was on my day off, I ordered a beer with my meal. I chose a Warsteiner Pilsner. Pilsners are not at the top of the list when it comes to beers, but the light, crisp flavour of this one, went well against the hearty, substantial nature of the food.

Dinner Time Return

Despite enjoying trying to hit up a place without a reservation, the basic fullness of the restaurant told me that a dinner reservation might be a good idea for my next visit. So, when I paid my bill for my first visit, I made a reservation for a second visit a few days later. This time around I ended up with one of the window seats.

Chicken schnitzel dinner.

Owing to the amount of food I received at lunch, I opted against any starter for this meal. On my previous visit I noticed how many people had been ordering the chicken schnitzel and figured this would be the house specialty. Along with the o’brien potatoes, you have the choice of a vegetable or sweet and sour cabbage. I went with the cabbage.

The schnitzel is fantastic. The coating puts to shame pretty much any coating in any chicken place around. It has the benefit of being crispy without any doughiness to it. The chicken itself is moist and tender, and they bring along lemon wedges, which when squeezed over the chicken causes all the flavours to pop. I also really like the cabbage. There are little bits of bacon throughout that give a little salty kick to offset the sweetness, and highlight the sour.

Le Pianure Pinot Grigio

Dessert

A little wine and another delicious dessert rounded out this meal quite nicely.

Excellent Service.

I mentioned at the top of the review that Bistro Dansk is the kind of place where the staff are concerned about allowing you to enjoy your lunch in a leisurely fashion. I really noticed this at lunch. It would be quite natural to want to rush a single diner, and turn the table another time, but I never felt any pressure from the staff to speed up my meal and finish.

On top of that the service is very attentive. I think this is because the servers are very observant. When I was dining at the supper hour, there was only one server, and she was clearly keeping tabs on what was happening at all tables.

I really enjoyed both my meals here. I also notice that there are several dishes I want to try. I imagine I will be back here sooner rather than later.

My latest review. Satisfying, relaxing meals. Bistro Dansk - Sherbrook Street Bistro Dansk is one of those place that falls into the category of: Often passed, never visited.

#Bistro Dansk #Chicken Livers #Chicken Scnnitzel #Danish #European #Lemon souffle #Pinot Grigio #Sherbrook Street #Sweet and Sour Cabbage #Warsteiner Pilsner #You Gotta Eat Here

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My November playlist is finished and I've done something slightly different by actually ordering the songs into a cohesive playlist rather than leaving them in the order I added them. Listen in for everyone's favourite genre, acoustic guitar instrumentals, followed by old fashioned cowboy country, comedy and ridiculous songs, 80s and modern dance, out-there piano instrumentals, rocks and rolls, oddball rap, christian rock buried where nobody will find it, noise rock of all flavours and Mirror Reaper in full. I guarantee there'll be at least something in four hours of music that you'll like. listen here!

Deixa - Toquinho: I love how much happens in this song even before it even kicks off at about a minute in. It cycles through so many different feelings before it really powers up and the drums come on. The rhythm from then on is just mesmerizing, it's just so busy and never dwells on any section for too long, the interplay between the melody, bassline and chord rhythm is amazing. And then at about 2:20 it powers up again! Bossa Nova Strong. Also I'm feeling very disrespected because I just did some research on this song only to find out it was sampled by Nujabes on one of his bad anime youtube hip hop songs.

Just A Closer Walk With Thee - Marisa Anderson: Traditional And Public Domain Songs is Marisa Anderson's weakest album, which is a shame because I love Traditional and Public Domain songs. Her playing is on point as always, but the tremolo and distortion she's using overwhelms the recording more often than not. This song is the best on the album purely because she's playing so quietly that it only shows up when she gets loud so it works perfectly near the end as it crescendos.

The Three Deaths Of Red Spectre - Gwenifer Raymond: Gwenifer Raymond has a new 'non-holiday specific single for a cold climate' in her words and I absolutely love it. The sheer velocity of the middle section is flooring, before it breaks apart totally and reforms into a sort of shanty before metamorphosing again into a heightening mania. I love the constantly shifting structure of this, it barely stops to give you room to breathe all the way through before the very end where it almost feels like it's going to collapse entirely.

Mister Sandman - Chet Atkins: Happy to report that I've had Mr Sandman stuck in my head for three weeks now and still don't really know the words because of tumblr posts. It alternates between 'mr email / e me a mail / make the attachment a pic of a snail' and 'mr sandman / sand me a man / make him the cutest man car door hook hand'.

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Chet Atkins & Dolly Parton: I've never gone much on Chet Atkins but my girlfriend showed my this song and it has completely reversed my opinion and it's mostly due to Dolly Parton. She is just so lovely on this it makes me tear up - the song itself is so nice and the playing is perfect but her personality just shines through so brightly it's an absolute delight.

There's A Man Going Around Taking Names - Lead Belly: I've been doing research to try to find out what this song is referring to, or its origin but I cannot find anything concrete. A few people are saying it inspired Johnny Cash for The Man Comes Around, which is plausible and adds a mystic bent to it. It seems incomplete, like it's missing the turn at the end that reveals who exactly he is or what's happening so the whole song just ends up feeling very mysterious and ominous.

When Mussolini Laid His Pistol Down - Merle Travis: This song is from 1943, which is sort of amazing because that means it's not a song about history particularly but rather current events. A great paragraph from wikipedia: "On 24 June Mussolini gave his last important speech as prime minister. It went down in history as the "boot topping" speech, with the Duce promising that the only part of Italy that the Anglo-Americans would be able to occupy (but forever and horizontally, i.e. as corpses) was the shore-line (for which he used a wrong word to define it). For many Italians, that confused and incoherent speech was the final proof that something was wrong with Mussolini." Mussolini, truly history's greatest moron.

The Master's Call - Marty Robbins: As a result of Red Dead 2 and my own natural instincts, I've been having a bigger than usual moment with cowboy music this month which of course includes Marty Robbins' Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs. In my mind this song is both the true ending and end credits music of Red Dead 2. Arthur sees the face of Christ in a lightning bolt and abandons his life of crime and sin, pleading with the lord to forgive him and then God kills a hundred cows with another lightning bolt just to make damn sure Arthur knows He's serious.

Saga Of The Ponderosa - Lorne Green: I was hanging out with my old housemate a few weeks ago and it turns out we were both having concurrent Marty Robbins cowboy music phases which was great news because then he turned me onto this album by Lorne Green who was on Bonanza and apparently took it upon himself to expand the Bonanaza Cinematic Universe in the 60s with a few albums. This song is apparently an origin story of Bonanza which I have never seen. It's extremely good, very powerful music. Great story of this godlike man striding across the country and overriding his wife's decision by naming his son HOSS.

Hard Sun - Eddie Vedder: I think it's interesting in A Star Is Born that Jackson Maine doesn't seem to be a real life equivalent of any actual musician. He's not obviously an archetype of any real person and so it's hard to place how exactly famous he is in the world of the movie. He's washed up enough to be playing pharmaceutical conferences but still has enough industry respect to be playing a tribute at the Grammys. The closest I could think of was Eddie Vedder oddly enough, and this song from the Into The Wild soundtrack really does sound like a Jackson Maine original.

For Chan - Tim Heideker: I'm having a real thing with comedy music recently and I can't tell if it means I've got a brain parasite or comedy music is good to me now. I think what I like about this song is the bluntness. There's no two ways about these people, and after years of hearing about the alt right as mysterious political genius computer brains it's a nice break to just hear them called greasy fat basement guys like we used to.

That's Right I'm Five - Don't Stop Or We'll Die: More good comedy music! They played this song on Comedy Bang Bang without announcing what it was called first, so the chorus really surprised me and made me laugh a lot. "They're selling the stocks so buy them, launch the torpedoes, tell my wife I love her, and send my son to college, bury me in the desert in my osh kosh b'gosh - that's right I'm five!" might be my favourite lyric of the year.

Future Brain - Den Harrow: Den Harrow is very good. He's like a beautiful moron American man that some italian scientists built in a lab in order to conquer America from the inside. Here are some good highlights from his wiki article: "The name Den Harrow was conceived by producers Roberto Turatti and Miki Chieregato, who based it on the Italian word denaro(money)." "After years of fame and popularity, it was revealed by frontman Stefano Zandri and his producers that Zandri did not actually sing the Den Harrow songs; he was essentially a character who lip-synched to vocals recorded by a number of other singers. Furthermore, since they did not consider Zandri's name and origin to be "trendy" enough, the producers R. Turatti and M. Chieregato concealed Zandri's Italian origin, marketing him as having been born Manuel Stefano Carry in Boston. This was done so Polydor Records could market him more easily in the English-speaking world, where Italian-produced music was, at the time, viewed with skepticism"

Love A Girl Right - Little Mix: Check out this rewrite of the Thong Song they did for the new Little Mix album. It's beyond belief. My girlfriend loves Little Mix and she's right to because they're the only girl/boy band that actually takes advantage of the form and does harmonies instead of just having them all sing in turn or all at once. They've got good vocal arrangements but they have the worst fucking songwriters working for them. Songwriters that pitch 'what if the Thong Song had a crunchy nu-metal guitar in it'.

This City Made Us - The Protomen: It's interesting to hear a band change styles - most other Protomen songs are a sort of Springsteen pastiche but this one from their newer single is more like Iron Maiden or Thin Lizzy. Approaching the 80s from a different angle. It's impressive to switch so radically and still have enough of a unifying sound that it feels like the same band. 80s throwback rock is a generally pallid genre populated by freaks who can't move on but Protomen put so much heart into it it's hard to write them off.

Teardrops - Womack & Womack: I love this song because it has two choruses. The drums stay the same throughout, the chords stay the same through the verse and chorus and only change for the second chorus/bridge part ("the music don't feel like it did when I felt it with you"), which just gives the whole song this feeling of beautiful endlessness. It goes and goes and goes and you're always already living in the best part of the song.

Boys Will Be Boys - The Duncan Sisters: Very very good piece of disco with a very nice piece of country picking guitar near the start for some reason. I quit like that the chorus of 'boys, oh boys, will be boys - they can really hurt you!' goes from a lighthearted thing about relationships until the bridge near the end where it sounds more like a dire warning. She's staring straight into your eyes and saying 'they can hurt you. boys can hurt you. they can really hurt you.' while motioning toward the exit with her eyes.

Ayaya - Bicep: I've been trying to train my ear a bit better so I got a piano app on my phone and I just try to pick out the melodies of songs now when I'm bored. It turns out this is a very satisfying song to play. The melody is very simple, but the constant build and the couple of other melodies that come in around it make you feel like a super genius for just playing the same thing over and over.

The Call - David Mayer: I completely forget how I came across this song but I'm in love with the vocals on it. The effect reminds me of the one on Problem With The Sun by Nicolas Jaar, sort of pitched down and layered over itself. Outside of the vocals it's a pretty straightforward euro house chunk but damn sometimes a song just has a really good sound in it that you can't deny.

Problem With The Sun - Nicolas Jaar: My girlfriend's brother was telling me he was riding his bike the other day and had some kind of mental break where he was riding north in the afternoon but the sun was on his right, in the east - and for some reason his first instinct wasn't that he was wrong or disoriented, it was that there was a problem with the sun and it was in the wrong place. That boy ain't right but this song is good. I love that Nicolas Jaar uses this weird down pitched voice on a few songs and I really wish he'd bring it back, it sounds great and also funny to me.

Ensaslayi - Cecil Taylor: I don't have the brain power to comprehend any of Cecil Taylor's ensemble work that I've heard, free jazz in a band setting is simply too much for me it turns out -but I've really been getting a lot out of this solo album of his called Fly! Fly! Fly! Fly! Fly!. This song in particular is one of the longer ones on the album, where another is only 53 seconds long and a few last around ten minutes. This is a nice midpoint, where he gives himself so much room to get lost in different directions without losing the thread entirely. I said it last time I was talking about him but I've really never heard anyone play piano like this and I absolutely love it. A lot of reviewers describe it as him playing the piano like it's a drumkit, which I think is accurate to a degree - but I think looking back from here this music makes a lot more sense within the context of black midi and things like that. The extreme edges of what a piano can theoretically do, but with a decisive and beautiful human edge and human brain that's responsible for and making sense of the chaos.

The Homeless Wanderer - Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou: I found out about this album cause Benjamin Booker was posting about her on his instagram story and it's just incredible. The TL;DR of her story is she's an Ethiopian nun that studied music in Switzerland and Cairo and wrote this beautiful piano music based on traditional Ethiopian pentatonic music. I love the rhythm of it, every note in the right hand get swirled around and around before it's settled on while the left hand moves so smoothly and delicately. Unfortunately-ish she's obviously in that genre of Searching For Sugarman secret blog music evidenced by her spotify similar artists being Karen Dalton, Alice Coltrane and Connie Converse. That's not a bad thing exactly, at least people are hearing about her, but her music is unique and amazing enough on its own without needing much mythologizing.

Carnival Of The Animals: No 12 - Fossils - Camille Saint-Saëns: My girlfriend was showing me Saint-Saëns' The Swan and then we were going through the whole rest of the Carnival Of The Animals and I'm happy to report that he not only did he do one for fossils but also centered it around the idea of a bone xylophone. I'm going to write an article for Vulture tracing the origin of the cartoon bone xylophone and my thesis is it starts here.

Perth - Bon Iver: Just thinking about how good Bon Iver is. I love how massive this song can feel, the drums combined with the big brass. It's small and soft on the grand scale, but on an album that gets as quiet and soft as songs like Holocene this song blows up like an atom bomb.

Yet Again - Grizzly Bear: This really is one of the best songs of all time I've decided. It feels like I get into a thing of listening to it on repeat almost every month now. I don't know what it is exactly - I guess it's every part of it. The lyrics are impenetrable (check) the riff is simple and powerful (check) the drums are doing a lot and keeping it simple at the same time. The the way the harmony vocals all intertwine in the prechorus part is amazing. The way the whole song blows up into a big radio static solo at the end. Every part of this song is great, I just love it.

Fuckin N' Rollin - Phantastic Ferniture: I found out that Julia Jacklin has a side project with a very shit name and they make very good music. I love when people have a whole other band for another side of their self. This is just Julia Jacklin if the lyrics were just first draft whatevers instead of incredibly poignant and beautiful and the music was just rockin and rollin with your friends. It's great!

Soft - Kings Of Leon: Number one best song ever about havin a bad dick!! I'd love to hang out lady but my dick! I'm passed out in your garden, I'm in I can't get off I'm so soft! I'd pop myself in you body, I'd come into your party but I'm soft!

Soft Serve - Soul Coughing: I played this while I was driving with my girlfriend and she said 'what the fuck is this' and she's right, as usual. It's Soul Coughing baby! The 90s 'slacker jazz' band! They sound dated as fuck, a real product of their time but I think they've still got a lot to offer. I had the chorus of this stuck in my head for a couple days which made me listen to this album more than usual when I mostly prefer their first one Ruby Vroom. Irresistible Bliss might have the worst album cover of all time though, so it's got that going for it. Google it.

Ya Mama - Wuf Ticket: There wiki article for this band says they had two songs in 1982 and that was it. Then it has a section titled Greaseman and then the article ends. Here's the Greaseman section in its entirety: "Wuf Ticket's “Ya Mama” achieved its greatest notoriety, and airplay, as a music bed for bits by shock jock The Greaseman on WWDC-FM in Washington, D.C. and later his nationally syndicated radio show where Greaseman would argue with a surly service industry worker." Anyway this is more of that very good early hip hop shit where everyone assumed songs should go for 8 minutes. It's just extremely weak sauce Ya Mama jokes for a very long time before they change tack completely and start talking about how Every Woman Is An Angel And Without Mothers We Would Never Have Been Born So Think About That Next Time.

Gon Be Okay - Lil B: I had the part of this song where he sings 'things are never gonna be the same again' along with the piano in my head the other day and spent fully an hour googling to try to find what song it was from before giving up. I woke up the next morning and suddenly remembered it was this song but was very shocked to find out that he actually never sings that line along with the piano melody, he says it once at the start and that's it. What's going on with my brain. Anyway in my searching I found out that the piano is sampled from the Spirited Away soundtrack so once more in my life I've been led to ruin by anime.

2 Minute Drills - Allblack & Kenny Beats: This whole EP is great. More sports themed rap please. Allblack is ferocious and Kenny's production throughout is great, the perfect mix of simple straighforward beats that still have a lot of space and energy in them, plus 'Woah Kenny!' has my award for Best New Producer Watermark.

Don't Gas Me - Dizzee Rascal: I don't know how he keeps doing it but somehow Dizzee Rascal continues to make extremely fun bangers without ever slowing down. The best line in this is when he says "no I don't drink Appletiser" (the sparkling apple juice) which is an extremely weird flex if there ever was one.

Acid King - Malibu Ken: It feels insane that a Tobacco and Aesop Rock collab sounds as good as this. I love that there's no drums the entire time he's rapping and I completely love the Mort Garson vibes in the instrumental which turns out to be a perfect soundtrack to the Ricky Kasso satan worship LSD murder story that Aesop's telling. Also in reading about Kasso I just discovered the very good stoner doom band also named Acid King, so expect to see them in next month's list.

Pirate Blues - As Cities Burn: As Cities Burn have reformed and put out a new single so I've been thinking about them a bit. On paper they don't sound good, over three albums they morphed from a christian metalcore band to a christian alt-rock band, and while they never reinvented the wheel I think they're a remarkable band who took a lot of risks in their own way and made a lot of rock solid music. They've got a lot of great songs but I think this is my favourite from their third album when it finally felt like they'd settled into a steady alt rock sound informed by their much heavier past.

This Is It, This Is It - As Cities Burn: The thing I like about As Cities Burn is that as much as they're a christian band (yuck) they're more of a band of guys who are christians (slightly less yuck) and the difference is huge. Rather than evangelising or preaching, their songs are about their own personal struggles with their faith (still slightly yuck). I like this song especially because the lyric feels close to gospel, 'we're all singing for our sins, unless grace be the wind' but with the added twist of being furious that you're trapped by the sin of your physical body.

Timothy - As Cities Burn: I think this song is just incredible. The lyrics are so strong and direct and heartbreaking, the vocal performance especially is amazing and it may be the only time in history that a 6 minute guitar solo has seemed good and necessary.

Face Tat - Zach Hill: There's an incredible video of the recording of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGi9SOFX5rc that really looks exactly how it sounds and has a very similar energy to that video of 80 guys singing the halo theme in the boys bathroom. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRG9KwvbVhk . This is what it sounds like when the boys are left alone. The biggest draw to Zach Hill's drumming is the intense primordial immediacy of it. He is just pounding away like a possessed animal and it's really on show here, especially combined with the occasional punctuating shout. Carson McWhirter's guitar is incredible too, the tone he's got where it sounds like three at once playing these incredible twisting riffs that turn on a dime. I think what I like most about this song is just how in sync they are - for such a chaotic, noisy song it sounds so rehearsed, somehow every single note is perfectly in time in the storm.

Betty's Worry Or The Slab - Hunters And Collectors: This is maybe the sweatiest song I've ever heard. It's a disgusting song about being incredibly sweaty and horny and I love the weird squeaky noise he makes after he says 'say it! say it!'. The bass sound in this is so fantastically meaty too, and combined with the brass at the end it's just great.

Worms Of The Senses / Faculties Of The Skull (live) - Refused: I cannot believe just how absolutely ferocious live Refused is. Insanely powerful without ever missing a beat in a song like this that requires incredible timing throughout. For some reason I've always thought Refused were an only ok live band after watching Refused Are Fucking Dead because all I remember of it is a clip where the guitarist accidentally hits the singer in the face with his headstock and they have to stop the show.

Mirror Reaper - Bell Witch: I got to see Bell Witch live a couple of weeks ago and it's one of the best shows I've ever seen. I can't really describe it other than it feels like the closest thing to a legitimate summoning ritual that I've ever seen. An invocation and an expelling of raw power and emotion between two people, it was really something. Also the best part was about two minutes in when they were really setting the scene with the sort of ambient beginning of Mirror Reaper and the whole crowd was dead silent and entranced as they built this mystic atmosphere and set the vibe a guy behind me said loudly to his friend 'hm pretty good so far!'

What's You Gonna Do When The World's On Fire - Lead Belly & Anne Graham: This is in my opinion the best genre of gospel song where they they just roast you for not being saved yet.

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libidomechanica · 6 years

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IS DUNKIN DONUTS, A FAST-FOOD NETWORK, OPEN ON THANKSGIVING 2021?

Thanksgiving 2021 has here, and it's time to put your turkey in the oven. People all around the United States give thanks, express appreciation, and celebrate the harvest on this yearly festival. On the fourth Thursday in November, a traditional turkey meal and pumpkin pie for dessert are served.

IS DUNKIN DONUTS OPEN? If you don't feel like cooking today, you may want to stop by Dunkin' Donuts for a snack; however, is it open? According to USA Today, most Dunkin' Donuts locations will be open on Thanksgiving Day, November 25th. However, not all sites will be open, and the hours of operation may change from what is usual. Before you go to your local Dunkin' today, make sure you download the Dunkin' mobile app to see whether your location is open. more article : Grammy Nominations 2022 View the Complete List MOST STARBUCKS ARE EXPECTED TO BE OPEN. You can still get your coffee fix if your local Dunkin' is closed today; just head to Starbucks! Most Starbucks locations, including in-store, drive-thru, and curbside pickups, will be open on Thanksgiving. However, many Starbucks locations will be open with shortened hours, so double-check before going. OTHER FAST FOOD STORES HAVE OPENED

MOST STARBUCKS LOCATIONS WILL BE OPEN Other fast food restaurants that will be operating for Thanksgiving include: McDonald’ssApplebees Burger King is a fast food restaurant chain. IHOP Popeyes Subway Waffle House is a restaurant that serves waffles. Wendy’s However, just a few places will be available, and they will be open for limited periods of time. On Thanksgiving 2021, all Taco Bell and Chipotle locations will be closed. What are the different flavours of Dunkin' Donuts? Glazed, Chocolate Frosted, Strawberry Frosted, Vanilla Frosted, Old Fashioned, Boston Creme, Glazed Chocolate Cake, Jelly, Cinnamon, Powdered Sugar, Blueberry Cake, Dunkin' Donuts Assorted Flavors What is the most popular doughnut brand in the United States? With 36% of the voting, glazed donuts came out on top. Boston cream came in second, followed by jelly-filled, sprinkles, powdered, and twist in that order. Krispy Kreme was chosen by 42 percent of poll participants as their favourite doughnut chain. more articles from new 24 hour ‘SHOCKING LOSS’ Mean Girls star Lacey Chabert’s sister Wendy has died at the age of 46, according to the actress. ‘Our hearts are crushed,’ she adds. BTS, Doja Cat, and Megan Thee Stallion each win three awards at the American Music Awards in 2021. Notes and Opinions during Halftime of Jaguars vs. 49ers Why isn’t Lamar Jackson playing for the Ravens against the Bears in Week 11? source : hitc.com#instagram #happy #nature #photography #fashion #instadaily #beauty #instalike #fun #friends #me #summer #tbt #cute #beautiful #likeforlike #smile #music #ootd #family #model #follow4follow #lifestyle #design #motivation #beach #sunset #amazing #dog #makeup Read the full article

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Week 5 – Palimpsest As Metaphor

In this week we were introduced to concept of palimpsest. The palimpsest concept has 4 layers, each layer consists of a political, social, economic and cultural context. We were then assigned to create our own palimpsest for our final presentation, brainstorming on the cultural influence of fashion and music on cultural as a whole. Hip-Hop origins lie in the world of rock and roll, Motown and blues. The hip-hop sound is synonymous with Africa-Americans. The hip-hop sound brought flavour to the music industry and popular culture worldwide. From the way people spoke, to the way they dressed, even down to what alcoholic beverages people drank. The inclusion of artists of colour inherently increased sales in both fashion and music with both social and economic benefits as minority groups felt celebrated. In present day “hip-hop” artists now capitalize on their cultural pull, moving from the music industry to fashion, film etc. Notably artists are Pharrell Williams with Billionaire Boys Club, Bape, Human Made; Kanye West and Yeezy, Rihanna and Fenty. Women in hip-hop has also contributed to the rise in awareness of equality in the industry through a new wave of sexual liberation through rap. Cardi B and Megan thee Stallions controversial hit record WAP had backlash with regards to their overtly sexual bravado. This week the team worked well with engaging conversation as always with a constant flow of ideas and different perspectives.

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The Witch in History #1: Victorian Era

“Despite an acknowledgement of the capacity of a male-ordered society to oppress and victimise women, witchcraft narratives and historical commentaries reinforce traditional concepts of femininity, associating acceptable womanliness with passivity, submission to authority, and chastity (or with guilt and repentance). A manly, unfeminine woman may—as a so-called sorceress or witch—tantalize or momentarily assume power, but such women are eventually revealed as wicked or ineffective, even ill-advised, in the challenge they mount to society. … For all its potential as a metaphor for transformation, witchcraft in Victorian writing provides opportunity, not for a radical critique and refashioning of social roles and expectations, but for a conservative reaffirmation of traditional structures of influence and power.” (Maureen Moran)

‘Medicine, especially, was the true Satanism, a revolt against disease, the merited scourge of God. Plainly sinful to stay the soul on its way towards heaven and replunge it into life!’

“Woman, then, is Satan’s chosen one, and Michelet underscores this fact numerous times. He ascertains, for example, that ‘Satan returns to his Eve. Woman is still that in the world which is most natural’.31 It is in her hand, Michelet says, that Satan lays ‘the fruit of science and of nature’.32 In particular, the witch was skilled in aiding other women with their medical problems and acting as a midwife.33 Further, the witch is the one whom ‘the weeping girl’ turns to in order to have an abortion. She also teaches the ‘miserable wife, burdened by the children born every year only to die’ how to ‘cool off the pleasure at the moment [of the man’s orgasm], render it barren’.34 In other words, the witch gives women power over their own bodies, which can be seen as a form of feminist practice.”

“Do not conclude too hastily from what I have said in the preceding chapter that my purpose is to whitewash, to clear of all blame whatever, the gloomy bride of the Evil One. If she often effected good, she was equally capable of grievous mischief. There is no great and irresponsible power that does not also abuse. … What power like that of Satan’s chosen bride, who heals, predicts, divines, evokes the spirits of the dead, can spell-bind you, turn you into a hare or a wolf, make you find a treasure, and, more than that, make you love! This terrible power that unites all the others! How should a violent spirit, all too often wounded, sometimes become very perverted, not have used it for the sake of hatred and vengeance, and for the pleasure in malice and impurity?“

“The Black Mass, in its primary aspect, would seem to be [a]‌ redemption of Eve, cursed by Christianity. Woman, at the sabbath, fills every function. She is priest, and altar, and consecrated host, whereof all the people take communion. At the bottom of things, is she not God himself?”

“The Devil’s Bride cannot be a child; she should be in full thirty years of age, with the face of a Medea and the beauty of sorrow; her eyes deep-set, tragic and feverish, with streams of serpents descending aimlessly, I speak of a torrent of black, untamable hair. Perhaps, on top of all, a crown of vervain, the funereal ivy, and the violets of death.”

According to Leland, the Italian witch, unlike her counterparts elsewhere in the world, usually comes from a family in which her craft has been passed down for several generations, with lineages that in some cases stretch all the way back to Roman or Etruscan times.112 This tradition has been kept alive in utmost secrecy, which it has in Leland’s opinion benefited from, since ‘witchcraft, like the truffle, grows best and has its raciest flavour when most deeply hidden’.

This is the Gospel (Vangelo) of the Witches:

DIANA greatly loved her brother LUCIFER, the god of the Sun and of the Moon, the god of Light (Splendor), who was so proud of his beauty, and for his pride was driven from Paradise.

DIANA had by her brother a daughter, to whom they gave the name of ARADIA [i.e. Herodias].

Thou who art daughter unto him who was Most evil of all spirits, who of old Once reigned in hell when driven away from heaven, Who by his sister did thy sire become, But as thy mother did repent her fault, And wished to mate thee to a spirit who Should be benevolent, And not malevolent!

Great Diana! Thou Who art the queen of heaven and of earth, And of the infernal lands—yea, thou who art Protectress of all men unfortunate, Of thieves and murderers, and of women too Who lead an evil life, and yet hast known That their nature was not evil, thou, Diana, Hast still conferred on them some joy in life.

And thou shalt teach the art of poisoning, Of poisoning those who are great lords of all; Yea, thou shalt make them die in their palaces; And thou shalt bind the oppressor’s soul (with power); And when ye find a peasant who is rich, Then ye shall teach the witch, your pupil, how To ruin all his crops with tempests dire, With lightning and with thunder (terrible), And with the hail and wind . . . And when a priest shall do you injury By his benedictions, ye shall do to him Double the harm, and do it in the name Of me, Diana, Queen of witches all! And when the priests or the nobility Shall say to you that you should put your faith In the father, Son, and Mary, then reply: ‘Your God, the Father, and Maria are Three devils (p.227) . . . ‘For the true God the Father is not yours; For I have come to sweep away the bad, The men of evil, all will I destroy!

‘For every woman is at heart a witch.’

Persecuted by man-made laws as she [woman] has ever been, and as eternally in revolt against them, there could be no more appropriate or deserving figure to be chosen as Patroness of the great fight for freedom than the much libelled, much-martyrized, long-enduring, eternally misunderstood Witch.182

Indeed, to be condemned as a witch was but to have an official seal set upon the highest compliment payable to a woman in more than one period of earth’s history, seeing that it marked her out from the dead level of mediocrity to which her sex was legally and socially condemned. … From Cleopatra or the Witch of Endor onwards, the exceptional woman has had the choice of effacing her individuality or of being regarded as an agent of the devil.183

Woman is more likely to become a witch because of ‘the greater quickness of her perceptions’, he states, something that is evident already in the Garden of Eden. Concerning this biblical event, Hueffer argues along the lines of, for example, The Woman’s Bible: ‘If Eve first gave the apple to Adam, she gave with it the future of civilised humanity.’184 A view of Satan as a cultural hero—similar to Michelet’s—is present in several places in this book as well, with (p.234) phrasings like the following: ‘It is to the search after the philosopher’s stone and the elixir vitae that we owe the discovery of radium. It was only by calling in the aid of the Devil that mankind acquired the prescience of a God.’

women viewers had the opportunity to behold and to evaluate the forbidden freedom and the empowerment of goddesses and enchantresses … instead of identifying with constricting Victorian-style attire and rooms full of knickknacks or lush gardens full of blossoms. Little was forbidden to the witch and her sisters, for they transcended mortal law. Unfettered by temporal imperatives, or even by the Victorian lady’s corset and yards of heavy dress material, sorceresses acted according to their own dictates.

The formidable beauty and glamour of the omnipresent Pre-Raphaelite witches in combination with their commanding, assertive postures must have furthered the enthusiasm this motif aroused in certain nineteenth-century women.

There were not, then, many female painters or sculptors portraying witches, and most of their works were far from subversive. However, we could also count dance as a form of visual representation of the motif, and the case of Mary Wigman’s (1886–1973) Hexentanz (‘Witch’s Dance’, 1914, new version in 1926) then presents an interesting example.

What did Wigman’s witch dances look like, then? In a brief (50 seconds) film clip from 1929 or 1930 of Hexentanz II, we see Wigman wear a wig of dark, dishevelled hair, a ghostly female mask, and a flowing gown. Accompanied by percussion she sits, drums her feet against the ground, and moves around like a spider in a somewhat threatening manner.230 (p.245) The clip does not document the entire performance, but according to contemporary descriptions and photos, it ended with her rising up from the ground and lifting her hands above her head in a menacing fashion.

As we have seen, the demonization of women’s rights activists involved both hysteria and witches, creating a strange circularity between those who used witches as a positive symbol of female rebellion and those who used them to denigrate it. As for the up-valuation of witches, a further factor—which is more amorphous—is how Pre-Raphaelites and others made the visual representations of the figure romantic and glamorous from the 1860s onwards. The influence of this is less easy to trace immediately in the way we can often do with ideas stemming from reading the Malleus, Charcot, or Michelet. Nonetheless, this reworking of iconography also undoubtedly hovers somewhere in the background of the cultural renegotiation of the motif taking place around the year 1900, which led some to make the witch a champion of women’s liberation.

Source: Satanic Feminism: Lucifer as the Liberator of Woman in Nineteenth-Century Culture by Per Faxneld.

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Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee And I detest all my sins Because I dread the loss of heaven, and the pains of hell But most of all because I love Thee, And I want so badly to be good

by Madonna – Click here to play | Ready to find the best recipe for a day at the gym & an eye-catching discussion that you will thank me for?!

Fundamental to our existence – or at least recomforting for many of us – is the idea of a perfect God or a fruitful Universe. Yet, we – humans – are far from perfect & we would still be far from it even if we knew where is the Holy Grail! The Holy Grail, which I am talking about does not represent the eternity, but a Healthy Diet.

A Pure Recipe from Théos – which means God – is about opening your life – or mouth?! – to the truth that only a few have the courage to say & to get you out of the dark crowd of contemporary modus – moda /pt/, mode /fr/ – while making you think about a diaita – meaning diet – which must be balanced between what we want to achieve & what is ideal to maintain our health status.

A diet with a great amount of proteins in all meals, with an amount of carbs adapted to the energeny expendure of each person & based on minimally processed products as meat, fish, eggs, fruit, legumes, dry fruits, whole grains and low fat dairy products*

…is the best way to fill our hopes for a healthy #BeYOUtiul body & mind.

*in VOGUE PORTUGAL N.º189 Julho 2018, words of Pedro Carvalho – Nutritionist

In that state of mind, A Pure Recipe from Théos, gives you a great present from the Gods – an amazing recipe that I adapted from Village Bakery {see here the original} while changing most of the unhealthy ingredients & replace it with plant protein powder from That Protein. For the first time, I made something like that in order to share with some of you & special some of my #instafollowers – as @soraia_filipa_g & @sruesvaenraie – who love to workout/gym as much as I do.

Let’s have a look?

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With only these 5 ingredients & few steps, it is a perfect recipe to initiate your baking life & boosting your energy before gym:

1 ½ cup crushed organic cereals crunchy chocolate

1 can (14 oz) low fat condensed milk

3 dessert spoons of That Protein Blissful Brown Rice and Raw Cacao Super Protein

1 dessert spoon of That Protein Nutty Nutty Peanut Butter Super Protein

1 cup chopped walnuts

Mix these ingredients together

After mixing well, place in a 9×13″ glass pan and bake at 80º C for about 45 minutes.

In the end, place in another recipient & let it cool

After a while, it will gain consistency

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THE PLUS – your muscles & body will thank you as these plant protein powder are made in the best way possible to take care of your body:

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They are a premium organic plant protein powders and superfoods in one amazing product. Natural and organic, cold pressed and pure. Never processed by heat over 40 degrees.

*Foods 2014, 3, 394-402; doi:10.3390/foods3030394 | Food Chemistry 194 (2016) 1089–1094; http://dx.doi.org/10.1016/j.foodchem.2015.08.126 | Plant Biotechnology Journal (2018) 16, pp. 4–17; doi: 10.1111/pbi.12848

That Protein Blissful Brown Rice and Raw Cacao Super Protein*

It is free from added sugars, sweeteners, flavourings, dairy & gluten while preserving the delicious taste of chocolatey organic raw cacao & its physicochemical properties & antioxidant capacity. Many studies are showing a positive health benefit from the consumption of cacao-containing foods. For instance, cacao may lower blood pressure, resulting in a lower risk of cardiovascular disease; reverse endothelial dysfunction; inhibit epinephrine-stimulated platelet activation & ameliorate insulin sensitivity via improving B-cell function. Besides all of the benefits, you have to consume this as part of a healthy varied diet and in accordance to your aims. Also, if you have any health condition – as a metabolic disorder or other – you must mark an appointment with your medical doctor to ask if this is right for you. Regarding this subject, you must have the notion that there are no magical ingredients/food & sometimes what fits perfectly my body, doesn’t fit yours. A good example is the case of a person sensitised to nickel, which has a strict diet & cannot consume cacao!!! OK?! In addition to cacao, this so-called superfood is blended with the complete amino acid punch of organic brown rice protein, which is a huge advantage to whey proteins!

*Food Chemistry 194 (2016) 1089–1094; http://dx.doi.org/10.1016/j.foodchem.2015.08.126 | Teas, Cocoa and Coffee: Plant Secondary Metabolites and Health; https://doi.org/10.1002/9781444347098.ch7 | European Heart Journal, Volume 31, Issue 13, 1 July 2010, Pages 1616–1623,https://doi.org/10.1093/eurheartj/ehq068

That Protein Nutty Nutty Peanut Butter Super Protein*

It is a blend of peanut flour, organic pea protein, organic chia powder and organic palmyra nectar – it is an Indian delicious sweetness & I have to say that this powder even with a simple cup of milk is marvellous!! – which helps to build & maintain muscles. The Plus – between other things – is the fact that reduce tiredness and fatigue – and I really can feel it if I consume before the gym. Are you craving now for the proven health benefits? So, the studies say that peanuts are a valuable source of nutrients & even might be very important to help malnutrition, especially undernutrition, in developing countries. Peanut kernels, on average, contain 48% fat, 26% protein, 17% carbohydrates, 2% fibre, 2% ash, and 1% of vitamins and minerals which include vitamin E, niacin, folate, manganese, magnesium, and phytosterols, which have been associated with decreased risk of coronary heart disease and reduce consumption. When it comes to another trendy ingredient – CHIA, which has been applied to powders, nutrition bars, bread, and cookies – its profile is a temple built of fatty acids – where ALA is the majority – plus essential amino acids and minerals – where Magnesium, potassium and calcium are major elements while iron and Zinc were also found in the studies. Meanwhile, rutin, p-anisic acid, and hesperidin were the major polyphenolic compounds in chia. In spite of all of these, the crazy search for the perfect body blind us – with the help of a society full of ideals – & we lose the angle of the thing – saying better, our angle becomes a tiny sharp angle (by all means) – while not thinking about our conditions or from where the products are coming from & without researching about the brand that we are buying.3

*Foods 2018, 7, 112; doi:10.3390/foods7070112 | Food Sci Nutr. 2017;5:1065–1071; doi: 10.1002/fsn3.491

THAT PROTEIN FEELS SAFE AFTER MY SEARCH FOR THE GENERAL POPULATION WITH NO DISEASE & FOR ME, IT IS EVEN HELPING ME TO ACHIEVE MY GYM GOALS.

However, any product you buy, you must know all the important things about it. Did you know cacao can accumulate Cadmium (Cd) – it is considered to be one of the most toxic metals that exhibit adverse effects on all biological processes – and the major source of it seems to be atmospheric deposition from industries, sewage sludge, and P fertilizers or also present in the environment due to natural sources such as volcanic eruptions?! Also, make sure you know that you do not have an allergy to the components present on products. These are some examples of some of the many reasons why we should buy just the products that we trust.*

*Environmental Pollution 229 (2017) 950e963; http://dx.doi.org/10.1016/j.envpol.2017.07.080 | Epidemiol. Infect., Page 1 of 10; doi:10.1017/S0950268817000504

Well, I know that “girls they just wanna have some fun”, but when it comes to what we place inside our body, all of us – girls or not – must be far far away from the crazy diets & promises of a perfect body that will never exist.

AT THE END, WHAT IS PERFECTION?

Never Forget | #BeHealthy #BeYOUty ♥

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DFBlog | Português Uma Receita de Théos Uma Receita de Théos - que significa Deus - é sobre algumas dicas para uma vida mais saudável, enquando fugindo a todas aquelas dietas malucas que prometem o tal corpo que desejas e que no fim do dia todos devemos fugir. Afinal, o que é o corpo perfeito? Certamente para mim é uma coisa, para ti é outra. Pensando - far far way - do que a nossa sociedade dita e abraçando o que o nosso corpo precisa no que toca a uma vida saudável, revejo-me nas palavras do nutricionista Pedro Carvalho na edição de Agosto da Vogue Portugal: "Uma dieta com boa quantidade de proteínas em todas as refeições, com uma quantidade de hidratos de carbono ajustada ao gasto energético de cada pessoa e baseada em produtos minimanente processados como carne, peixe, ovos, fruta, legumes, frutos secos, cerais integrais e laticínios magros"... "é o conselho mais acertado que o Nutricionista nos deixa." Assim, para a população geral sem problemas de saúde e com objetivo de aumentar a massa múscular - fazendo ginásio - e de melhorar a qualidade da nossa vida, deixo abaixo uma receita - recorrendo a produtos da #ThatProtein que reestruturei e que uso, por vezes, antes de fazer ginásio: - 1 ½ organic cerais crunchy chocolate; 1 ½ copo leite condensado; 3 colheres de sobremesa that protein chocolate; 1 colher de that protein amendein; 1 copo de nozes picadas. Apesar de estes produtos serem seguros e terem benefícios de saúde para a MAIORIA da população, nunca de esqueça de falar com o seu Médico para ver se é adequado aos seus objectivos. Além disso, se não conhecer determinada marca - não a consuma só porque faz parte dos tendy ingredientes - a não ser que se certifique que não lhe vais fazer mal. Muitas vezes, até o local de origem influencia o beneficio que irá retirar do produto! Bom, eu sei que "gils they just wanna have some fun" - certo Madonna? - mas quanto a questão é saúde - rapariga ou não - pense 2, 3 ou até 4 vezes antes de entrar no mundo das crazy diets ou fack products, ou até das promessas de corpo perfeito que nunca respeitam a tua identidade. Além disso, o que é o corpo perfeito?! love, d'Oliveira fashion blog | Luís de Oliveira

A Pure Recipe from Théos Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee And I detest all my sins…

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Criminal or scapegoat, Shakespeare’s Shylock is a reputation to celebrate

In his contemporary change of The Merchant of Venice, Howard Jacobson set out to explore Shylocks tolerating plead , not make amends for his Jewishness

If Shakespeare is the most revelatory of columnists, it is because he has infinite symbolizes at his disposal, and can find the poem of grief or disappointment where the circumstances are least poetical. Take that stage in The Merchant of Venice in which Shylock presses his co-religionist Tubal for information of his daughter Jessicas elopement, counting the cost of her “goin ” ducats. Tubal intersperses what he knows of Jessica with what he has is aware of Antonios adversities. Carefully, he divulges out presupposition and hearsay, quantifying their effects. But eventually he must let Shylock know the worst. Jessica has been heard of in Genoa, going through the money she embezzled from her father, and exchanging a reverberate, likewise stolen from him, for a monkey.

Thou torturest me, Tubal, Shylock reacts. And genuinely we dont know whether Tubal intends torture or not. Does Shylock have to be given this agonising info at all? Is Tubal well informed the rings provenance? Whether he is or he isnt, Shylock exposes it to him now, although it was tones as much as though its to himself hes talking. It was my turquoise. I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.

Whatever we have been thinking of Shylock so far, the field seems to open beneath him here , not to withdraw him but to award us rare access into his history, his antecedent affections, the man he was before he became and maybe why he became the man he is now. Just the word bachelor is a shock, because although we have experienced him with his daughter we have not in so far put our thoughts to his married, let alone his widowed state.

A Jewish patriarch, yes, who realizes his home a inferno, as patriarch are inclined to do, for his restless daughter. But a patriarch brought forward by small children without a bride to help him have we thought that one through? There is no word to say his wife is dead, but we hear it unmistakably in that deceptively plain convict, I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor-at-arms. A happening indivisible from Leah, that endowment voices, an expression of simple-minded closeness that sees Portias and Bassanios ring joke later in the romp look like shallow trumpery. We sense the loss to Shylock, anyway, without his scratching the ache of it. Detecting is not, to him, that thought of elegantly wearisome flaunt it is to Antonio and Portia.

Phoebe and Jonathan Pryce as Jessica and Shylock in a 2015 make at the Globe theatre, London. Photograph: Tristram Kenton for the Guardian

For Jessica to have embezzled the ring her baby demonstrated her papa and she would surely are all aware of its significance is a most terrible betrayal. For her to have parted with it a more terrible sellout still. But to have parted with it for a ape! There have been periods when it was fashionable for a magnificent maiden to dandle a domesticated monkey on her lap or parade with it on a studded rein. Whether that was the case in Genoa the play doesnt tell. Whatever her motivating, the grossness of the transaction is of a style Jessica, the Jewish daughter of Jewish father, should have been alive to. I would not have given it for a wilderness of apes, Shylock adds. What a fine Hebraism is showed in this formulation! William Hazlitt memorandum. No doubt he sounded the Old Testament in that parole wilderness for behind the Mosaic project to civilise and codify, the wilderness was always waiting to seduce and reclaim the natural being. To a people who thoughts God as a philosophical sentiment, never to be identified or encountered, least of all to be confused with the animal deities worshipped abroad , nothing utters the antithesis to civilisation more competently than the unbridled stomach of an ape. A wilderness is a desolate target. A wilderness of apes is a flesh for the despair of the human rights mettle when faithfulness and reward have absconded it.

It is not, nonetheless, the last string of the scene. Tubal bars Shylocks sorrow with better information. But Antonio is certainly undone. And it does the maneuver. Nay, thats true-life, thats very true, Shylock refutes. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer …

So its back to the viciou business of manufacturing Antonio pay. The gambling will have its act and Shylock will have his pound of flesh.

To someone determined to read The Merchant of Venice as a Jew-hating play, this scotches any debate that Shakespeare is of Shylocks party. Yes, Shylock is awarded an illuminating instant of humanity that, after all, is what Shakespeare does: every scoundrel has his enunciate but thereafter, and by his own choose, the Jew quickly returns to the engrossing Jewish occupancy of requital.

That, however, is to say no more than that The Merchant of Venice is a gambling not a exposition, and that we would not expect Shylock to be sentimentalised. He does not become, by virtue of what we have learned, a man forgiven and illustrated. But nor, in my view of the performance, is it possible to return unchanged to all we previously thought. Our feel of who he is should always have been evolving regardless, and we cannot escape our new knowledge of him as a husband who had and lost a wife, and can now be said to have had and lost a daughter. He has been cruelly burgled in a double sense, and the sneering offenders are all indulgent the group of friends of Antonio. This nothing extenuates, but once “weve heard” Shylock narrated his losings, ducats and all, we cannot forget them unless we have our own intellects to.

Two stages after the wilderness of apes, Shylock has animals on his head again. Thou calledst me bird-dog before thou had a crusade, he reminds Antonio, But since I am a pup, beware my fangs. So, yes, though all thats feral disheartens and demoralises him, he will put on a feral disposition in an act that is a sort of obstinacy against himself as well as Antonio. The wilful hardening of centres a reference establishing himself impervious to ground or affection, and so less human than he actually is interests Shakespeare. We see it in Coriolanus. We see it in Lady Macbeth. We even see it, although it was gloomed by clowning, in Hamlet. One human in his time gamblings numerous parts, and one of those components will be his own feeling of who he is or would like or has no choice but to be. The narration Shakespeare tells of Shylock is of a soul who diminishes into the extremely obduracy of irritation he is accused of by those who want him to be nothing else. It is a part that not every man could master, and Shylock notices the wherewithal within to participate it right enough, but being the Jew who must have his pound of flesh is still just as much a capitulation to an expected capacity as it is an expression of something invariable in his character.

I dont say this, as a fellow Jew, to save Shylock from his Jewishness. I simply recount the performance. When “its been” made publicly available by my publishers that I had hot-headedly taken up current challenges to write a contemporary romance in The Merchant of Venice, some cynics premised I would be embarking on a clean-up errand with the aim of reaching removing piquing fabric from Shakespeare, much as those who disapprove of Cecil Rhodes would eliminate his statue from wherever it stands. But I am not, as a Jew or as anything else, piqued by a word Shakespeare wrote.

Howard Jacobson at his home in Soho, London. Photograph: Richard Saker for the Observer

My Shylock, if I may employ it like that and he is the Shylock I see when I speak Shakespeares play is not intended as a post-Holocaust better on the original. Because I am deeply touched by his extending reference to his wife, I guess him in constant speech with her. The dead have much to say, just as the living have much they want to hear, and Shylock wont be the first person to have continued those discussions. Astonished by exhilaration impatient as the Wind/ I turned to share the transport Oh! with whom/ But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb. If this is a freedom and does the participate a progressive disservice I apologise for it.( Though Wordsworth did say it was Shakespeare who opened his nature .) What I surely dont apologise for, nonetheless, is following the write when it comes to Shylocks spiritedness and wit.

So much of which is something we become of Shylock is determined by the age of the actor who draws him, the clothes he wears, the accent he is given, the inhumanity of his stare and the curvature of his nose, most of government decisions as to these being unnecessary by anything in the textbook. Last-place summertime, while making a television programme about Shylock in the Venice ghetto, I saw a relatively young actor play him. The result, in particular in the opening exchanges with Antonio and Basanio, was electrifying.

The bristling invasion with which Shylock entertains the first mention from Basanio that Antonio is looking for a loan was not softened.

Three thousand ducats, Shylock muses in that half public, half private method of his. I make I may take his bail. To which Basanio, who is never other than literal, responds Be assured you are able. Shylock deters up the maying and puns on the notion of statement. I will be assured I may. And that I may be assured, I will bethink me … If he already searches more verbally quick for Basanio on the sheet, his gratification of an encounter in which he is the lord looked inhuman, actor to actor. Is the methodology used to his assurance the pound of Antonios flesh already forming in his psyche as he jests?

With Antonios arrival, which he memo with a satirists contempt How like a fawning publican he seems! Shylocks flavours rise so far. Now he can remind, reprimand, retard, offering and disclaim and render again, while a blustering Antonio, standing on basic principles he has forefeited, can do no better than threaten to spew on Shylock again. If it is war now, it is both their doing but, when playing with youth zest, Shylock was having the better of it. When he described the proposed draft bond as a merry play he seemed joyous surely. Tell the relinquish/ Be nominated for an equal pound/ Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken/ In what part of your figure it pleaseth me.

Angus Wright( Shylock ), crest, and James Garnon( Antonio) in the RSCs 2008 production of The Merchant of Venice at the Courtyard theatre, Stratford on Avon. Image: Tristram Kenton for the Guardian

These wires should never be delivered anything but flirtatiously. Your fair flesh is an friendship that Antonio, had he been smarter, or less hopeless to self-assured the loan, or less egotistical about his ability to repay it, or little accustomed to flattery, might have recoiled from. Alone moments before, they had been to talk of spew. It takes person very quick on his hoofs to change the colour with such agility. Perhaps most performers, weighed down by their Jewish gabardine and the guessed peculiarity of a Jew manufactured age-old by the relic of his religion, is very hard to applied the requisite verve into this. But the young Venetian Shylock I attended didnt shy from it. For the duration of their deal Antonios flesh was exhibition as fair to Shylock, and whatever of that was derision it was up to the devil himself to find out. As for where Shylock, should Antonio are inadequate to redeem his alliance, merrily proposed to move his cut in what part of your form it pleaseth me why that selfsame devil might have blushed to hear it.

To my ear, the allusion is sex or its good-for-nothing. Interred deep in the antiJewish lores that contacted Shakespeare was a fear of Jews as castrators, and all that medieval Christianity never understood about circumcision. Did Jews eunuch themselves? Did Jewish gentlemen bleed like women? Was that why they needed the blood of Christian children, to oust the blood theyd lost? I dont remark Shakespeare was consciously mentioning all this at the moment that Shylock proposes the bond. But dark as well as comic powers are in play here, the darker, perhaps, for being comic, because what Shylock is building merry with is inchoate Christian terror. To play him as a consummate comedic provocateur, then, as I received him played by a young and juiced-up actor in Venice, is not at all to rescue him from obloquy. But it is to give him the vitality that I feel Shakespeare intended for him. And it is to suggest that the jaunt from Antonios privy parts, which might just ought to have the website please select Shylock for relinquish, to Antonios heart, is not of Shylocks picking only.

Before the idea of deliberate redoubling Shylock making a Jew of Antonio in advance of Antonios making a Christian of him I pull up short. I am not convinced that Shakespeare was ever interested in such abstract, academic mapping. But it is part of his greatness to grant unworked its importance and unsorted old material to have their road without him in a gambling. DH Lawrence wrote astutely about “whats happening in” a living production when the creator throws his finger in the wash, obliging the outcome document. It ceases to be a living design. And Shakespeare was a writer in Lawrences sense, dogma free, permitting characters to find their genuine souls in interaction with one another, and giving language do its own remembering.

It has always seemed incorrect to me to talk of The Merchant of Venice as an anti- or a pro-semitic gambling. Were it either it would be less the play it is. Those who are distressed by what the hell is see as the plays anti-Jewishness find themselves, ironically it seems to me, on the side of the individuals who glory in any anti-Jewishness they find. In both cases, Shylock scandalizes them. The former are scandalized into embarrassment Is that us? the latter into confirmation of what theyve always concluded – Yes, that is you. But for me Shylock lives, with all his human insufficiencies on evidence. We know him by his speech, his repetitions as though no thing said only once can possibly be trusted those strange stutterings in which he addresses himself in a kind of surprise, his sudden absences when he is with others that causes them to wonder whether he is taking note of them at all, his sudden revertings to lyricism, his enraged volleys of speculation , no matter that no one will accept a word of what he supposes, that draw him a kind of fucking cousin to Hamlet. No, there is never any thinking of him as other than a Jew: the Venetians playboys who spit on him one minute and ask for money from him the next will not earmark the Jew in him to be forgotten and, whether as a consequence or by preference, he will not countenance the Jew in him to be forgotten either.

Its hard work. Would he have become life easier for himself had he relented? Perhaps. Its said that finally, as he readies himself to take out Antonios heart, he is the Jew of pitiless legality, the moral antonym of passion as represented by Christians. Were Shakespeare interested in pressing this opposition to the detriment of the Jews he wouldnt have allowed the Christians to substantiate as quite so squalid. They speak of enjoy and think of money. They speak of kindness and evidence nothing. They are merely not more dangerous because they are indolent and forget to be.

In my tale I move Portias world from Belmont to Cheshires Golden Triangle, home to footballers, heiresses and Manchesters most wealthy. I planned no ailment to Cheshire by doing that. But I appear Portias moral universe of childish choices and pettish subterfuges, where protestations of fine experiencing cannot disguise materialism and malice, licenses me to satire. Shylock and Portia now Plurabelle meet again up there. Once more she isnt sure who the Jew is and who the shopkeeper. I never ensure it as my function to give Shylock a second chance. Where thoughts objective for him, they aim forever. But he does have one thing he would like to say to Portia/ Plurabelle. And I allow him to say it.

Shylock Is My Name is publicized next week by Hogarth.

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