It’s Quasimodo Sunday so here we go
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7th April
St Brynach’s Day/ Low Sunday
Sources: World History Archive/Alamy Stock Photos/allthatsinteresting.com
Today is St Brynach’s Day and in 2024 it is Low Sunday, the start of Hocktide, which had its origins in marking the beginning of tithes collection, but little of that tradition now remains. Brynach is chiefly remembered for the tall cross erected in his honour at Nevern near Newport in the ninth century, upon which the first cuckoo of spring traditionally alights.
On this day in 1739, Dick Turpin fearlessly flung himself off the scaffold at York, this ending his own life but starting the legend of a brave and noble highwayman. In fact Turpin was a cattle rustler, robber and murderer who terrorised the highways and byways of York, never committing a gallant deed in his life. This did not prevent a carefully curated legend emerging after his execution that Turpin was a suave and sophisticated road agent, who charmed the ladies and aroused the envy of gentlemen and who once gave himself a superb alibi by riding from York to London in one night astride his steed Black Bess at a time no one thought such a feat was possible. None of this true (including his horse), but the legend of Turpin as a folk hero has continued to the present day.
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Isn't it fun how everyone saw what terrified them most, but Nya's was so "unbelievable" that she broke out instantly? She was shown the one thing that was supposed to terrify her, make her spiral. But of course it wasn't real. It's Jay. If there's one thing she never once doubted, its that Jay is absolutely smitten, so of course he'd never forget her. What a silly thing to think, to be afraid of. She went through so damn much for this boy, and him for her, and we know how she is. Wouldn't it be petrifying if all that work, all that emotional turmoil, that clawing for love, could be forgotten just like that? Its quite a feat, really, that she can finally be confident in knowing such a fear is irrational.
It was easy to break free from such a place. It was only ever meant to scare her, and she has nothing to be afraid of. Right?
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Sunday
Beauty is too mild a term; it cannot
Illustrate the marvel of your soul.
Love is too feeble a word,
Damned to be worn thin by overuse;
Always falling short of the
Depths of my adoration for you.
There is no place I would not follow you.
Hell would be worth the agony of burning,
Endured gladly to spend eternity at your side.
Souls are oft compared to languages;
Hundreds of years separate ours, yet I
Understand your every syllable,
Held dearly as you call across millennia.
I readily kneel at your altar each week
To feel that warmth that only you bestow,
Enraptured by the harmony of our souls.
(uhh if you didn't already, read the first letter of every line lol. this is a joke pls i'm not really in love with bildad the shuhite i promise. i swear)
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Sorry, I'm just REALLY amused at the bikini
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