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melestasflight · 9 months

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In the Silmarillion fandom, we enjoy grabbing the trope of “Nolofinwëan recklessness” and running wild with it.

The most common victims of this are Fingon the Rash Prince and Fingolfin the Impulsive King, who rushes into suicidal combat. Both father and son daring death within Morgoth’s domain.

It’s fun to write and exciting to imagine, no doubt, but I’d like to offer a different take. In fact, what makes Fingon and Fingolfin (and the rest of that family) compelling to me is their patience and endurance.

Yes, I’m aware Fingon rushes to battle at Alqualondë, but that’s a world-altering event. The light of the world has literally gone out, murder has happened in Valinor, Finwë is dead. Most of the Noldor are up on their feet and ready to depart. Everyone is rushing.

But this is not always the case with Fingon. Most significantly, the rescue of Maedhros is NOT an impulsive decision. The published Silmarillion offers no timeline on this, but in The Grey Annals, five entire years pass between the arrival of Fingolfin’s host to Beleriand and Fingon’s decision to look for Maedhros.

Five years in which the two hosts are quite literally on the verge of civil war because, let’s not forget:

No love was there in the hearts of those that followed Fingolfin for the House of Fëanor, for the agony of those that endured the crossing of the Ice had been great, and Fingolfin held the sons the accomplices of their father.

Diplomacy is a painfully slow (and absolutely frustrating!) ordeal. Fingon’s decision is born from this strife, from thirty years on the Helcaraxë, and five years of civil restlessness, not to mention the clear signs that Morgoth is ready to attack them at any moment:

Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war; for the earth trembled in the Northlands with the thunder of the forges of Morgoth underground.

This is not rashness. This is the sacrifice of a captain who is willing to make the best of what time is left before full-out destruction begins. It would be rashness if Fingon got his company and crossed Mithrim to wage battle on the Fëanorians. Instead, he chooses differently for the sake of peace, stability, and renewed friendship.

The trek from Lake Mithrim to Thangorodrim could be estimated at around 150 miles, depending on the map we follow, and there are grasslands and two sets of mountains to cross, not to mention the horror of Thangorodrim. Fingon travels on foot. It would take him weeks, maybe even months, to find Maedhros. Plenty of time for the fire of rashness to cool down if that was the case. But he persists because he has no other choice.

Similarly, I often see takes on Fingolfin that he rushes to pointless combat with Morgoth in the same manner as Fëanor had done. Yet again, the timeline is crucial here. The published Silmarillion has the battle lasting at least several months. Bragollach starts in F.A. 455 during winter time:

There came a time of winter, when night was dark and without moon

The battle slows down presumably a few months later:

but the Battle of Sudden Flame is held to have ended with the coming of spring, when the onslaught of Morgoth grew less.

The onslaught grows less, but it doesn’t fully cease. Morgoth and Sauron reissue their attacks early into Fingon’s kingship.

In the Grey Annals, the timeline is stretched further out:

Year 455:

The Fell Year. Here came an end of peace and mirth. In the winter, at the year's beginning, Morgoth unloosed at last his long-gathered strength

Year 456:

Now Fingolfin, King of the Noldor, beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of his people, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses, and he was filled with wrath and despair.

The fighting goes on actively anywhere from a season to a full year! Fingolfin tries to hold his kingdom together for a full year despite an absolute, unquestionable disaster. I mean, look at this description of the battle:

In the front of that fire came Glaurung the golden, father of dragons, in his full might; and in his train were Balrogs, and behind them came the black armies of the Orcs in multitudes such as the Noldor had never before seen or imagined. And they assaulted the fortresses of the Noldor, and broke the leaguer about Angband, and slew wherever they found them the Noldor and their allies, Grey elves and Men. Many of the stoutest of the foes of Morgoth were destroyed in the first days of that war, bewildered and dispersed and unable to muster their strength. War ceased not wholly ever again in Beleriand

Fingolfin’s decision to ride out, again, is not out of recklessness or a spur-of-the-moment decision. It’s everything but that. He has given everything and truly believes it’s all lost: “the utter ruin of his people, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses.” (!!!)

This is a final stand, the King’s duty to stand by his people, even in death.

#fingon #fingolfin #maedhros #rescue of maedhros #dagor bragollach #close reading #silm #silmarillion #tolkien #long post #cw: war #cw: death

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armoricaroyalty · 5 months

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Crown Museum of Art and Culture // Armorican State Visit - Day 3

THEO | ...and of course, this is our pride joy, the portrait of HM the Queen. ARNAUT | First time she's worn those earrings since her wedding, right? LORRAINE | Mhm. And the exhibit guide said the pearls have been in the family for more than 150 years, only ever worn by the Queen or Queen-Consort. LORRAINE | Stunning. I'd wear them every day. ARNAUT | But then no one would ever talk about them! ARNAUT | Better to hold them back, in my opinion. LORRAINE | Well, she has held them back, that's for certain...

MARY | ...everyone's staring at us. MARY | How can you stand being on display all the time? I feel like a zoo animal. ROSALIND | I don't know...it's never bothered me. MARY | Hm. I think you like the attention. ROSALIND | [laughs] And what's wrong with that? ROSALIND | Honestly, though. Would it be better if I were whinging about being in the spotlight? Crying about my duty? I've been preparing for this my entire life. I'm good at what I do, and I won't apologize for being confident. MARY | Of course not...I find it very sexy, you know that? ROSALIND | [laughs] MARY | ... ROSALIND | ...this is nice, isn't it? MARY | What? ROSALIND | Just being here with you. Openly. MARY | It is. ROSALIND | I wonder what the press will say. That I'm flaunting you? MARY | No, that I've got my hooks in deep. ROSALIND | [laughs] It's the other way around, I think. MARY | [pleased] Just the way I like it.

ANDRE | ...it's not like her at all. Rosalind has always been so sensible. LEONOR | Is she being insensible now? I hadn't noticed. ANDRE | [sighs] This whole unseemly business with the ambassador's daughter... ANDRE | All this hubbub in the press...it's unbecoming, isn't it? LEONOR | It's not my place to approve or disapprove— ANDRE | I'm asking for your candid opinion. LEONOR | They're in love and you'd be a fool to oppose the relationship. LEONOR | The 'hubbub' hasn't phased them at all. They're calm, composed, and wholly united. That kind of steady presence is exactly what Rosalind will need by her side in the coming days. ANDRE | They lied to me for three years. LEONOR | The folly of youth. If you intend to step down, you cannot afford to feud with your heir now. ANDRE | [sighs] It'll be a relief when these decisions aren't mine to make any more. ANDRE | [offscreen] I'm getting too old for all of this. Politics is a young man's game...or a young woman's, I suppose. ANDRE | [offscreen] My children are all grown up now, starting families of their own, embarking on new adventures... [water running] ANDRE | [offscreen] ...it's time for them to make their own choices, now. ANDRE | [offscreen] Their own mistakes, too.

#armorica story #chapter 3 #behind the scenes #armorica collabs #nexility sims #character: theodosia adams #character: arnaut reyes #character: lorraine rodchester #character: frederick st. fleur #character: emily chandra #character: german reyes #character: barbie bermudez #character: rosalind st. fleur #character: mary yokoyama #character: andre st. fleur #character: leonor reyes #character: vivienne meijer

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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Lore: Halflings #1

Link: Disclaimer regarding D&D "canon" & Index [tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest]

Overview | Homelands | Culture | Religion -- WIP

AKA; the Hin.

Covering their brief history and an overview of the hin and information on the three halfling cultural groups - Like the fact that Ghostwise generally don't like visitors, but they might make an exception for Gale providing he brings Tara.

This was going to be longer and include a small tangent about halfling opera and architecture, but then I realised that the politics was taking up too much space, so this is a part one, instead.

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The people known to the rest of the world as "halflings," and to themselves as Hin, are the most populous of the core non-human race on Faerûn.

When they think of or speak of "their people", a halfling generally means their clan first and foremost, rather than the entire hin race.

The values which all hin typically share, regardless of culture, are family, practicality and the simple pleasures of life. Rather like the hobbits they were originally based on, although they do start to diverge past that initial point.

They live for an average of 150 years. appearing much the same as a human beinga in range of colouration, and standing at 2'8" - 3'4". All hin grow sideburns, regardless of gender, which they traditionally braid. Full beards are less common, and most can't grow them.

The Hin migrated to the world of Toril around the same time as dwarves, elves and giants, arriving in the untamed wilderness that would come to be known as the Luirwood, in Southern Faerûn. They were socially divided into three peoples: the Lightfoot, the Strongheart and the Ghostwise. The three were prone to feuding, but were mostly forced to get along due to the need to defend themselves from intruders, ranging from neighbouring humans to gnolls.

This cooperation went massively downhill in -100 DR, when a Ghostwise named Desva converted to the worship of Malar (god of hunting, predators, bloodlust, untamed wilderness, etc). Desva and her followers took over the Ghostwise, infected themselves with lycanthropy, drove the wildlife mad with bloodlust and hunted other halflings for sport, turning life in the woods into a bloodbath for 42 years. They were eventually taken down by an alliance between Chand, leader of the Strongheart hin and the unidentified leader of the Lightfoot. What followed was another three years of slaughter, as Chand refused to allow a single Ghostwise to be spared while they rooted out every one of their settlements and put them to the sword in an act of genocide.

What little remained of the Ghostwise consisted of those who had allied themselves with the Strongheart and were permitted to remain, while any other survivors were exiled from the Luirwood. The Ghostwise took an oath never to speak, out of horror at the 45 years of hell that had occurred (referred to as the Ghost Wars), and the fact that the first 42 years of atrocities were committed by their own people. These exiles eventually settled in the Chondalwood in Central Faerûn.

The Lightfoot, horrified by the actions of the Strongheart under Chand's leadership, also renounced the Luirwood and went into voluntary exile as a nomadic people. In the modern day they can be encountered all throughout Faerûn, living comfortably alongside almost any peoples.

The Strongheart remained in the Luirwood, eventually building permanent settlements and clearing the forests for industry and agriculture, developing the Luirwood into the kingdom of Luiren. Some Lightfoot halflings have returned to Luiren over time, but the country is predominantly a Strongheart land.

Strongheart hin Also called Luiren halflings, though most of them will refuse to be called "halflings" - the Hin are not "half" of anything, thank you very much. While the hin of Luiren build permanent settlements and clans may own permanent houses and businesses, they are not traditionally a settled people. They live seminomadic lives, travelling between these settlements after staying in one for a time period reaching between a month to a year. Strongheart society is built around the concept, and things like jobs are built so that you can just turn up, pick them up and then drop them and wander off again.

Good housekeeping is important, because in a few months somebody else will be living in this home, and how terribly rude it would be to leave it a broken mess when they arrive - the entire society will fall apart without consideration for who will be here after you leave. You need to know you're moving on to a welcoming, open community and a good home to live in. Between this and the infighting of the Ghost Wars, Strongheart culture values the ability to cooperate with one's fellows as the highest virtue. Responsibility to the community, trust and good nature is paramount.

While they maintain their communal ties, and any group of hin places a strong emphasis on teamwork, groups are not permanent things either, and individuals may join or break from their communities and family/friend units as the mood/need takes them.

The ease at which a seemingly tight knit and organised society simply has members get bored and wander off out of nowhere confuses most outsiders. Even elves and gnomes find their society flighty and confusing. The Stronghearts simply assume those people must get very bored doing the same things and seeing the same people all the time.

The Strongheart are not the most trusting of outsiders, who often seem to think they can take advantage of them. They are raised knowing they may be called to defend their homes at a moment's notice. In terms of religion, Strongheart culture frowns heavily on worshipping non-hin gods, venerating only Yondalla and her children. Of the halfling pantheon, Arvoreen, their warrior god and protector proves the most popular.

They're also very into competitive sports, which are Serious Business.

Lightfoot hin The most commonly encountered of their people. Lightfoot are a flightier, adventurous lot as a stereotype and have a greater focus on individualism than other halflings.

The Lightfoots have made themselves at home pretty much everywhere that people won't attempt to enslave them (or where they they haven't been banned entry, such as the human nation of Halruaa). If there's a human settlement bigger than a village, you can usually find a halfling. in fact they can be found quite comfortably living in most societies outside of their own communities, including elven, gnome or dwarven, even if they are less common there than amongst humans. They are polite and quiet, and tend to be overlooked by their neighbours - which is agreeable to halflings, who enjoy being able to live their lives as they please without others sticking their noses into it.

When living in human communities, halflings will divide a house or apartment of human size into subsections which will be divided between several families. Often one family will buy the building and rent the other divisions to the other families.

Living amongst a people who can easily threaten them (or will start a fight thinking they can, anyway), Lightfoots often keep mastiffs and other large dog breeds as pets.

Having developed amongst a myriad of cultures miles away from one another, all over the continent, there is no "Lightfoot culture" as there is Strongheart/Luiric or Ghostwise culture.

Many Lightfoot families have never given up on the nomadic lifestyle of their ancestors, and tend to pick up their own unique worldviews created from ideas picked up all over the place.

While stationary Lightfoots are less likely to simply wander away from their lives the way Stronghearts are, it isn't unheard of for individuals or entire families to simply pack up and move after a few decades once their current habitation grows monotonous. It's said by some that the restlessness is the result of the Lightfoots having found no homeland for themselves in their wandering, and so they continue to feel the need to wander and search. Some of the hin disagree, but there are those who would like to carve out a place like Luiren for themselves. The latter (especially the young) are often drawn in by followers of the goddess Cyrrollalee, who preach that the halflings should seek to make a place of power and respect for themselves amongst the peoples of Faerûn.

Regarding religion, Lightfoots are the most open to adopting deities from outside their own pantheon, and families often declare one certain deity their household patron god (usually the result of one influential ancestor who was very religious and made it a family thing).

Ghostwise hin The Ghostwise have retreated into the Chondalwood, and desire to be left alone there. Most are fully unaware of their presence, save for the green elves who share the woods with them, and with whom they have a sort of peace; The hin avoid the elves out of fear, and the elves respect the halflings' desire to be left alone (having a similar history, the green elves understand that wish).

Following their vow of silence in their exile, the Ghostwise have developed a natural telepathy, having mostly forsaken speech altogether in favour of mental communication. While the family heads and druids may take the time to learn foreign languages in case of diplomatic need, the average Ghostwise is so used to telepathic communication and lack of contact with non-hin that they don't see a need to learn more than halfling and common.

Their people are divided into family groups. Hin cultures all put emphasis on clan and kin, but the Ghostwise obsession with filial piety seems extreme even to the others. Clans live a nomadic life within the boundaries of the Chondalwood, under the leadership of the family matriarch/patriarch, each claiming a territory ranging in size from less than fifty square miles up to several hundred. There aren't many Ghostwise, and as they have plenty of space to avoid stepping on each other's toes there's little squabbling over claimed territory or hunting grounds. The clans don't shun each other's company, and their leaders maintain ties and hold regular meet ups in order to discuss matters of import and news of anything that might affect their lives in the Chondalwood. Should danger arise, the Ghostwise clans are prepared to band together to defend each other from threats in the name of mutual survival.

These claimed areas span out from a specific natural feature - a designated rock formation, lake, tree or whatever. Each member of the clan carries a part of this feature on their person, usually in the form of something wearable. If it's lost through carelessness, then the halfling must atone for their disrespectful error before they're allowed to replace it. This often involves being sent out on a quest of some sort.

The Ghostwise have formed a bond with the giant owls that live in the Wood, and their best warriors train to become Nightgliders - mounted fighters who patrol the skies and go into battle astride said giant owls. In larger clans, the position of Nightglider is hereditary, and parents who hold the rank train their children from birth. In smaller clans every halfling has a giant owl. Becoming a Nightglider is a position of prestige, and much ceremony is involved in becoming one.

They also enjoy the company of tressym, and many druids and sorcerers (and the occasional wizard) can be found with a tressym companion.

Ghostwise cremate their dead, and in terms of religion they tend to focus on the halfling nature goddess Sheela Peryroyl, seeking to have a positive relationship with the woods that shelter them. The Ghostwise hold cultural shame over the actions of Desva and her followers, and are mistrustful of non-hin druids, whose defence of the natural world against encroachment and hatred of civilisation often sounds dangerously close to the dogma of Malar that led to the Ghost Wars.

They aren't necessarily outright aggressive to outsiders they encounter, and will avoid such encounters if they can, but they won't hide their irritation and distrust if they can't. The halfling tradition of being a good host holds strong, and guests will be protected and treated reasonably well by their Ghostwise hosts - even if they are spending your entire stay hinting that maybe you could hurry up and finish what you came here to do. Don't you have somewhere else to be now? Please?

The typical Ghostwise response to adventurers is "oh gods no." There are many old ruins and such in the Chondalwood, and more than once a party has unleashed things from inside those things that caused chaos for the people trying to live in the woods. The clans are perfectly willing to chase off any adventuring parties they find.

Following their history of banishment, exile is the ultimate crime in Ghostwise society - death is considered more merciful. _

#long post #for #halfling tav #s. Everybody who played halfling made one of the superior choices #Anybody who played halfling DURGE: I will sacrifice my non-existent firstborn in your honour #I'll use a baby doll as an effigy

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yakumtsaki · 1 year

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Hello dear readers, guess who has a 3 day weekend!

-𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝟹 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙳! 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽! -I meant that metaphorically!🌸 -𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙴!

Oh wow so no greetings or anything, just straight to it after a month?

-Oh, you bet! I HATE YOU, BARFOLOMEW -GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, FAILINA

WHAT. WHY ARE YOU CLONE FREAKS FIGHTING

-THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE RECESSIVE-GENED KID AROUND HERE AND IT IS I! -THE HELL IT IS!

What??? What even is this interaction, I’ve never had kids do this before????

-IT’S THE TORMENT INTERACTION AND BARFOLOMEW’S EXISTENCE IS TORMENTING ME. HE’S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, HE WAS AN ACCIDENT!!! -LOOK AT YOUR EAXIS HAIR BEFORE YOU TALK OF ACCIDENTS, FLOPINA!!!!

But you got along as toddlers!

-WELL NOW WE KNOW BETTER

Uh, any adults here feel like intervening in this bloodbath downstairs?

-Sorry, we were into them while they were cute babies, once they hit age 6 they’re on their own. -But we’re more than happy to have another one, if only someone would turn autonomous try-for-baby back on!

Ya absolutely not. Sandy?

-̵B̷U̸S̵Y, T̷H̶I̵S ̴I̶S D̵E̴F̷IN̷IT̸E̴L̷Y T̸H̷E C̸E̷N̵T̶U̵R̸Y W̵H̶E̵R̷E I̸ F̷I̵N̵A̵L̶L̴Y G̵E̷T ̵P̸R̷O̷M̶O̶T̵E̶D🧟‍♀️

Sure you are. Sugar??

-All by myself.. Don’t wanna be all by myself, anymooooreeeee...🎵

YOU CHEATED ON BOTH YOUR WIVES.

-And I’m ready for a third!

God, I already miss having Jojo around to berate you.

Shajar I don’t even know why I’m bothering to address you for this, but could you talk to your grandkids?

-AHAHAHAHA

Ya I figured.

OH THANK GOD

-As usual Sophie Fucking Miguel has stepped in to save the day. Grandma just said a bad word, Felina, you shouldn’t repeat that. -I FUCKING HATE BARFOLOMEW

Well Sophie is still the best we have, love you babe.

And SUGAR also steps up. The fact you ruined your family only to be the best uncle ever is just.

-Don’t worry buddy, we’ll build up your arm strength and you’ll be beating up Felina in no time!

Look at Kitana beating up Shinok, just like Dobronega beat her up, what a rite of passage🧡

-YOU’RE GOING DOWN, SONNY BOY. IT’S THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

I feel like you have your circles mixed up, Kitana, but what do I know.

We end the night with the reignition of the Don/Sandy feud which began and continues for no discernible reason.

-D̴O̴N̷'̷T T̶H̷I̵N̶K J̵U̴S̷T ̷B̴E̸C̶A̸U̵S̶E I̵ D̵I̶E̵D A̴G̸A̸I̴N ̴I̵ F̷O̷R̴G̶O̵T ̸I ̵H̸A̵T̵E Y̸O̵U🧟‍♀️ -You did forget what showers are so it was a fair assumption!

Ok let’s break it up here, that’s enough for one night..

-LOOKS LIKE IT’S A NEW DAY, SANDY!!!

-HA, GET REKT! -T̸H̷I̶S I̷S̴N̴'̸T O̶V̸E̵R, G̶E̵E̴Z̸E̴R🧟‍♀️

Two ancient carcasses beating each other up, does it get better than this?

Oh wait, it does, two ancient carcasses tripping balls. The only person in this house remotely acting their age is Sophie, and she’s gonna be buried in her teenage tracksuit.

It’s a snow day so we invite over Spice! Ok Cyn, I know this topic tends to confuse you but this is your actual grandchild.

-Sophito had another kid?💗

...Yes, yes he did.

AWWWW

-Don’t worry buddy, we’ll build up your arm strength and you’ll be beating up Bartholomew in no time!

Sugar please stop trying to start a child fight club.

I was beginning to think Felina’s a-lot-for-us 7 nice points were fake af like Cyn’s, but she gets along great with Spice, so clearly it’s only her brother she hates!

-Haha you’re dead, loser! -My ghost will kill you! -Yay let’s play ghosts next! -Yay!

Ok you two, let Barf- BARTHOLOMEW, goddammit Felina, play with you.

-UM HARD PASS -Ya, he’s weird!

-Who needs friends when you can swim fully dressed?

Those recategorized outfits are not helping your rep, Barth..

..and I need you all on your best behavior because our beloved Headmaster Vince is here, he finally felt safe enough to come by again now that Victoria has been dead for 150 years!

-I thought it was time to bury the hatchet!

Clearly you thought wrong as Xander going out of his way to piss on you proves!

iVan has been having another one of his breadkowns all day, I love how he alternates between mechanic and mental ones, so the task of cooking fell..

..TO CYN. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DIDN’T BURN IT, GREAT JOB

-And you said I wasn’t a good grandma!💗

BECAUSE THESE AREN’T YOUR GRANDKIDS. Let’s just have dinner with goddamn Vince so he can fuck off.

-Let me tell you, Mr. Union, if your cousin had won the heirship instead of you I wouldn’t be back here! He was the worst student we’ve had in our thou$hand year hi$tory! And that hat! -Stay calm, babe!

Sophito please, put your deranged and inexplicable loyalty to Sugar aside just this once for the sake of your children.

-Have.. to... DEFEND-

NO YOU DON’T. EXCUSE YOURSELF

-I HAVE TO GO.

Good, that’s it and not a point more, gtfo Vince! No one but us gets to point out Sugar is an abomination!

Time to celebrate with some pet-graveyard-DJ-karaoke. I don’t remember if I’ve told you guys about the Sugar-Shajar friendship but it’s killing me, the way Cyn-Shaj wanna swap kids but Sophie is standing in the way lol.

Oh boy, iVan is now hitting the bar at 10 am.

-𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 ��𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼, 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚂𝙲 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴!

When I look inside the house I can’t blame you:

-YOU’RE A LOSER, FAILINA, YOU’RE A LOSER LIKE GRANDMA SHAJAR!

Uh, you’re the one with Shajar’s personality, Barth.

-I know, that’s why I need to preemptively stick that label to Failina!

LOL the Shajar comparison has poor Felina like 😬😬😬

-MOM WELCOME HOME HUG HUG ETC. BARFOLOMEOW SAID I’M A LOSER LIKE GRANDMA SHAJAR, IT’S NOT TRUE RIGHT?? -Oh sweetheart, of course not! Your personality is just like your dad’s and he’s definitely not a loser!

LOL good one, Liz!

-Ok Barth, that one broke my jaw, let’s calm down, buddy.. -Oops! >:D

June and Lakshmi’s bebe Bleu is here again and she got the neverending flu from us that she’s now gonna spread to all the spare households! Amazing job, Bleu!

-Grandma, Barfolomeow said I’m a loser like you! You’re not a loser, right? -What nonsense, would a loser be Mayor by age 24 running unopposed in a town populated only by her close relatives?? Now run along, you little pest, I need to get high!!!

-THIS IS IT, BARFOLOMEW, ME AND YOU, RIGHT NOW. -WHAT? -YOU MADE ME COMPARE MYSELF TO GRANDMA SHAJAR, YOU’RE GOING DOWN -BUT MY TRAINING IS NOT COMPLETE -I DON’T CARE, PUT ‘EM UP

Our first child fight! What a proud moment for this family, not even Shaj and Cyn beat each other up.

-Oh no, iVan, how could this have happened?? 10 bucks on Felina, that boy has noodle arms. -𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

Drinking, homewrecking, betting on child fights, you really are a huge help around this house, iVan.

This is the longest fight ever, WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF

-NO. THE CROWN IS MINE

What, Felina’s little plastic crown? Just take it who cares??

-THE HEIRSHIP CROWN

WHO CARES ABOUT THAT EITHER, YOU TWO LOOK IDENTICAL

-I AM VICTORIOUS

YA NO WE’RE ALL LOSERS HERE. ENEMIES?? HOLY HELL, KIDS

And now it’s time for the I-lost-the-fight whining. Cut it out, Felina, if you didn’t wanna lose maybe you should have trained before attacking.

-That’s a terrible message!

Trust me, it’s the most compassionate one you’re gonna get around here.

-WAAAAH SANDY I LOST MY BIG FIGHT

-T̷E̴L̷L I̷T T̴O ̴S̷O̸M̷E̶O̶N̴E W̶H̶O̵ C̶A̶R̷E̴S̵, B̷R̴A̷T̵, I̵ H̴A̷V̵E P̵E̴T B̴E̴D̷S̵ T̷O̴ C̵L̷E̷A̷N. U̸S̷E̷L̶E̵S̷S-A̸S̶S̵ i̷V̷A̶N I̶S̷T̸G̵🧟‍♀️

The clones return from school the next day and both get A+s!

-YES I’M THE BEST!

-AND I’M THE BESTEST!

Ya ok whatever, now that you’re both happy why don’t we sit in our ‘beautiful’ living room and talk this out?

-Listen, Failina.. -Ugh, I’m so great it’s practically insane. -FAILINA. -I’M NOT RESPONDING TO THAT NAME, BARF -WELL YOU SHOULD, IT SUITS YOU BETTER

-I’M THIS CLOSE, BARF. THIS CLOSE -JUST TRY ME

Ok then, let’s stop sitting in our living room and go as far away from each other as possible.

Don has like 2 days left on this earth (💔) and apparently he’s gonna spend them beating up Sandy.

-Get back in there and bring home the gold!🌸

WHAT GOLD

Look how ecstatic he is, normally I stop those multiple fights but I’m gonna give him this last treat, but man it’s not even a fight, he has 10 body points to Sandy’s 0.

-I LOVE BEATING UP THE WEAK AND DEFENSLESS

I’ll miss you, Don🖤

Boy, everyone is enraged tonight.

-I’M SO PISSED ABOUT MY BED

-I’M SO PISSED ABOUT FAILINA

-̴I̷'̷M̶ S̸O P̴I̵S̵S̵E̸D A̴T̸ W̵H̴AT̶EV̵E̸R̸ T̷H̶E H̷E̶L̸L̷ I̶T ̸I̵S T̶H̸I̵S D̵O̸N S̴P̸A̴W̵N I̵S D̷O̵I̴N̶G🧟‍♀️

Ya that’s actually a valid complaint, Sugar wtf are you doing.

-I never noticed how much this weight gain suits you, Sands! Wowza!

GROSS. LEAVE SANDY ALONE. I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT THIS, MOVING ON

It’s Don’s last day so he and Cyn spend some quality time making passionate geriatric love and hearfarting over each other in perfect synchronicity-

-and it’s time to say goodbye to our Donnie.

-DON OATES, YOUR TIME HAS COME💀 -Man, I love your outfit! Can I get one like this? -NO, IT’S CUSTOM CHANEL💀 -UGH -DAD NO -I’m pissed too, Sug, ‘custom Chanel’ my ass!

-COME ALONG NOW💀 -Goodbye Moonflower et al!🖤 -Hang on Donnie, I’m coming! I’m coming!!🌸 -I’ll miss hearing you say that!🖤

And with this final ‘EW’, our beloved Donaldo leaves us. Rest in peace, Don, you were the most loving and tolerant legacy spouse of all time. I’ll miss your iconic style, your bloodlust, and your complete indifference to anyone who wasn’t Cyn❤️

Poor Sugar is devastated-

-and I’d be too if I saw this will. OVER

-It’s ok, I know just how to deal with my grief and inheritance bitterness! -L̵E̶T̶'S̴ A̷C̷R I̴T,B̴A̸B̴Y🧟‍♀️

NO WAY. YOU’RE NOT EVEN FRIENDS. WHAT

-Can we get some privacy please? -Y̶A, I̷T̶'̸S̵ A̴B̷O̴U̷T T̶O̴ G̴E̵T ̴N̶A̴S̵T̴Y🧟‍♀️

HE ZOMBIFIED YOU TO BE HIS NEW MOMMY AND THEN KILLED YOU 20 YEARS LATER, HOW MUCH NASTIER CAN IT GET

-Do you wanna be around to find out?

NO I DO NOT. GOODBYE

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

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February 7th 1603 saw the Battle of Glen Fruin the battle that led to a ban on MacGregors.

This Clan battle was fought primarily between Clan Gregor and Clan Colquhoun, the latter being associated with the area around Luss. A nearby cairn in a field was long thought to mark the burial place of the Colquhouns who had died in the battle, but it turned out instead to be of Bronze Age date.

Like all good, or bad fights there are two versions to the story, there are also two dates, nothing unusual in my posts! The other date is the 8th, so we aren't out by much, I've plumped for the 7th.

Fought near Loch Lomond the Battle left at least 140 men dead and led to an unparalleled campaign of punishment against the MacGregors with the name banned in Scotland for a total of 150 years. The battle was supposedly fought on a large flat piece of ground near Auchingaich with the members of the poorer Clan Gregor pitched against their wealthy and influential Colquhoun neighbours.

The two clans had history. Clan Gregor, which was stripped of much of its land by Robert the Bruce , frequently raided their neighbour’s property. Tradition dictates that the battle was sparked after two MacGregor men were refused shelter on Colquhoun land and resorted to sleeping in an outhouse and slaughtering a sheep. Walter Scott wrote about it in the introduction to his novel Rob Roy.

After being discovered by the Laird of Luss, they were sentenced to death with their kinsmen mobilising in furious response. However, some believe this version of events has been fancified over the years with no evidence that the executions occurred. Scott hasn't helped in his book which says "two of the Macgregors being benighted, asked shelter in a house belonging to a dependent of the Colquhouns, and were refused. They then retired to an outhouse, took a wedder from the fold, killed it, and supped off the carcase, for which they offered payment to the owner. The Laird of Luss, however, unwilling to be propitiated by the offer made to his tenant, seized the offenders, and by the summary process which feudal barons had at their command, caused them to be condemned and executed. The Macgregors verify this account of the feud by appealing to the proverb current among them execrating the hour (mult dhu an earbail ghil), that the black wedder with the white tail was ever lambed".A wedder is an old Heilan term for a castrated sheep.

Others have argued that the Battle of Glen Fruin began with just another MacGregor raid. Similar plundering expeditions were launched in the weeks before with two Colquhoun men allegedly killed at Glenfinlas a couple of months before. The difference was that on this day 1603, the Colquhouns were ready to protect themselves with permission granted by James VI to pursue their foes. The Colquhoun ranks were swelled by men from Dumbarton and Cardross, with the clan marching into the glen with as many as 500 men on foot and 300 on horseback.

Clan Gregor had around 350 men ready to fight and showed no mercy for their foes. The MacGregors launched a downhill surprise attack on the Colquhouns, which drove them back in the direction they had come, namely the Auchengeich Glen. Unfortunately for the Colquhouns the second part of the MacGregor force was lying in wait for them there. Just as there are doubts over the numbers in the two opposing forces, so there are also doubts as to how many were killed. A fairly commonly accepted figure is that 140 of the Colquhouns and their allies were killed, although some accounts have put the number as high as 200.

Eighty horses, 600 hundred cows and 800 hundred sheep were taken in the aftermath of the battle with houses and corn-yards burned. Following the bloodshed, James VI, in a bid to dismantle the clan, forced MacGregors - and Gregors - to drop their name or risk punishment by death, I posted about this a few days ago.

A royal warrant was signed by James VI on February 24, 1603, accusing the MacGregors of attacking members of Clan Colquhoun at Glen Fruin “without pitie or compassion” or regard for young or old. Their deeds were “barbarous and horrible” with this “wicked and unhappy” race to be “exterminat and ruttit out”.

Less than two months later, around April 3rd, James VI ruled the name MacGregor should be “altogether abolished” and that all people of the clan should renounce their name and take another, under the pain of death. Aliases, including Grant, Stewart and Ramsay were used. Rob Roy MacGregor himself is known to have taken his mother's surname, Campbell when this happened.

Around a year later, Alastair of Glenstrae and 11 leading clan figures were hung at the Mercat Cross in Edinburgh, with the leader hoisted above his men before being drawn and quartered The MacGregor name was restored in 1661 by Charles II but disallowed once more in 1693 by William of Orange.

It was not till 1784 that the MacGregors were allowed to resume their own name, and were restored to all the rights and privileges

The memorial stone in the photo stands in Glen Fruin to mark the Colquhouns that died.

You can read much more on this here http://glendiscovery.com/glenfruin-geography.html

#scotland #scottish #history #clan battle #scottish highlands

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COPENHAGEN, Denmark (AP) — The inhabitants of Copenhagen's freewheeling Christiania neighborhood plan to dig up the aptly named Pusher Street, in their latest attempt to stop illegal hashish sales which have led to deadly gang turf wars and sometimes violent confrontations with the police.

Residents of the hippie enclave are calling for volunteers to help dig up the street on April 6, the Berlingske newspaper wrote Thursday. All are welcome, and participants can take home one of its cobblestones as a souvenir.

It is yet unclear what will replace the street.

The residents are fighting to preserve Christiania’s reputation as a “free-wheeling society” made up of political idealists and aging hippies. For years, hash has been sold openly in Christiania from roadside stalls, among buildings painted in psychedelic colors. But inhabitants say that feuding gangs, not them, control the trade and the survival of their community hinges on ending it.

The neighborhood has been a world apart from the rest of Copenhagen since 1973, when hippies squatted at a derelict naval base and set up a community dedicated to the flower-power ideals popular at the time: free cannabis, limited government influence, no cars and no police.

After more than four decades of locking horns with authorities, they were given control over their homes when the state sold the 84-acre (24-hectare) enclave for 85.4 million kroner ($12.5 million) to a foundation owned by its inhabitants. There are nearly 700 adults and about 150 children living in the community today, and it's one of the Danish capital's biggest tourist attractions.

The “Christianites” have made several attempts to close the hashish market in the roughly 100 meter (328 foot)-long street. Police say the trade, worth millions, is controlled by the Hells Angels and the outlawed Loyal to Family.

Authorities tolerated hashish sales in Christiania until 2004, when police started to crack down. To preempt police raids, residents took down hash booths, but trading soon came back. Last year, they brought heavy machinery to tear down the market but masked men stopped them.

In the past month, Christiania has worked with local authorities to make plan that includes ending the drug trade and replacing it with other activities.

The social and housing ministry said that it was “an important prerequisite to get rid of the organized hashish trade" before Christiania can get 14.3 million kroner ($2.1 million) earmarked for the work.

A 30-year-old man who was selling drugs was shot and killed, and four others injured, in August; in 2022, a man selling hashish from one of the street’s booths was shot dead. The previous year, a man was shot and killed at the entrance to the same street.

Last year, the mayor of Copenhagen urged foreigners not to buy hashish there because of the deadly shootings.

#nunyas news

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Oh wow! I just finished 4-issue The Shade miniseries from 1997 which is collected in the Starman by James Robinson Compemdium One and holy crap was this limited series overall FREAKING phenomenal!

Narrated through the Shade’s personal journals, this miniseries covers an ongoing feud between the enigmatic and immortal Shade and a vengeful family of corrupt aristocrats known as the Ludlows which spans from 1838 when the family first found an amnesiac Shade after he first gained his powers, all the way up to the present-day in-universe (which was 1998 at the time…). What I love is how this series heavily fleshes out the Shade’s struggles with coming to terms with his immortality and gradual acceptance of his role as a villain due to the dark deeds he’s been forced to commit in order to survive ever since his first fateful encounter with the Ludlows, as well as a unique exploration about the legacy of generational trauma and inherited values with how this family actively indoctrinated each of its successors to hate the Shade due to a conflict dating back 150-years ago. Plus, seeing the Shade’s exploits across various historical time periods and regions, as well as his Golden Age rivalry with the Jay Garrick Flash (reinterpreting Shade’s generic supervillain exploits of robbing banks as actually being a deliberate game by the Shade designed to provide him a sense of purpose to his immortal and up-until-then meaningless existence by pitting himself others with powers who weren’t cursed to play the role of the villain like he has been).

Overall, The Shade was a brilliantly written miniseries which helps further cement the titular Richard Swift as one of my new favorite supervillains/anti-heroes in comics! I’ve been thoroughly enjoying James Robinson’s classic run on Starman so far this year, and the Shade’s character has been a major contributor to said-investment due to how multifaceted and enigmatic he is as both an overarching antagonist and secondary-protagonist to the series’ lead Jack Knight, aka the titular Starman!

#starman #starman 1994 #the shade #richard swift #jack knight #james robinson #dc comics #the flash #jay garrick #golden age comics #90s comics #Gene ha #jh williams iii #mich gray #bret blevins #michael zulli

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queenkoalas-corner-of-hell · 1 year

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Well the Tobirama characterization poll for Useful (working title) is doing better than I thought, as far as like interacting goes. Ok, so while that does its thing lets talk “Tobirama's Dowry Issue”, I'm once again asking to pick the masses' collective brain to like fact check me and spot the issues I'm not seeing anymore.

Here’s the problem/solutions I'm settling on (well the multiple problems in one mathematical issue, I asked historical reddit but no dice)… it's lengthy, but maybe it'll help someone not writing Tobirama/Madara bc this stuff was a task to figure out.

Yuinou. Like a bride price + food and drink + engagement party but where the family taking whichever spouse is paying for the other family’s investment in the kid. Its almost like a retirement fund for the family whose kid left bc that kid won’t be there to help their elderly parents as much. From what I can tell, it was determined based on how much the that investment was. Now it seems like it's a salary's worth multiplied by the region's exception. (n x salary = yuinou). SO I need Madara's and Tobirama's wages. Easy peasy right? Right?

Ninja Salary. How much everyone makes in Naruto is actually impossible to figure out. Because of the many factors that go into how the economy works in Naruto, you also have the pseudo benefit to have it connected to real world currency. The whole 1 ryo -> 10 yen all well and good but if you know even a passing whiff of an idea of Japan's economic history you begin to see the issues (rant for another day). The only solid thing we have in prices is how pricey the reward for a completed mission is. (Which actually sucks as far as info goes because it implies either an ungodly inflation rate, taxation to the high heavens, and/or ninja are responsible for their own retirement pension.) If we use Itachi's numbers for missions completed that are weighted toward the middle-higher scale and his freakishly well documented amount of time he took to do said missions, dump his D into A we have about 3,300,00 ryo a year/275k a month for a well to do ninja. But what about the warring period?

Wages for our old timey boys. Our best real world example is samurai were paid a nebulous annual 200 koku by their daimyo. If we pretend that the ryo was worth a koku as intended, without the drama of Japan's banking, then he should only be making 16 ryo a month. OBVIOUSLY that's not going to be it in modern standards because the Senju and Uchiha are well off enough to feud. You can't feed and clothe an army on 160 yen a month unless inflation actually hit the Naruto world like a freight train. (Honestly, possible, those wars had to be doing something). So the Ryo had to have lost value before Kishimoto decided the 1 ryo = 10 yen thing or whatever Narutoverse's equivalent of a koku was is vastly different. But if we take the actual worth of a koku in modern terms we can guess the Naruto ryo's worth. To clarify 1 koku should be enough rice to feed a man a year, about 150 kg/330 lbs. If 1 kg of rice is 463 yen then 1 koku would be 69,450 yen aka 6,945 ryo. Make that 200 koku and you get 1,389,000 "ryo" a year, 115,750 a month. It may not be 3m. But! What we get from that is real world historical buying power... which I can use to do some typical writer BS. If a clan of 200 had an active 50 ninja, consumed 200 koku minimum then the income of the clan as a whole would be around 66,561,000 ryo a year from ninja alone. Not counting purchasing metals or cloth or livestock that can be refined by the non shinobi or already processed things and luxuries like spices and medicines. The civilians would make a generous 7k annually (some likely not making anything because they're children and some being too old to work) so all together they'd add 1,225,000 ryo which again would likely go towards food and clothing costs but it would lessen the burden on the shinobi being bread winners (even though they are), it'd keep a certain level of luxury to the main clan's living conditions.

All these factors considered it'd make 200k ryo a month for an heir, maybe 250k for a leader. (2-2.5 million yen (14,880-18,600 USD or 13,496-16,870 EUR as far as conversion goes today)) So now we got (n x 200k = yuinou), what about this region number? Well, I can can be completely arbitrary with this since the only examples I have are modern. 3 or 4 wouldn't be a strange number, so let's say the low end is 3 x 200k and the extreme high end would be 4 x 250k. Making a yuinou between these clans a whopping 600k ~ 1m "ryo", this number would work for most of us in the Warring Clan corner of Naruto. It's an obscene amount considering 72% of people following the tradition now is half or lower as much. It does work though when you consider how old money both clans are. Madara/Izuna marrying Hashirama or Tobirama. Hashirama/Tobirama marrying Madara or Izuna, heck, it's a good estimate for how much yuinou was paid for Mito.

But then... what is Tobirama's dowry? Yuinou isn't dowry, it's coming from the Uchiha... and there are manuals for appropriate items to take from your parents home to where you're marrying into (I just can't read or find them so second hand sources are my main). Amount though... Basically I'm going to fudge it after looking at the buying power of the clan and Tobirama himself. Then fudge it more to fit the story I'm concocting. Will anyone care? Probably not. But I spent the last two days down this rabbit hole simply because I needed to know what was within Tobirama's monetary means. The driving point of my yaoi slash fic is the man doing everything he can to be useful.

(Also if you found this doing a deep search for Naruto economics or Japan's traditional marriage practices, I am so sorry.)

#i should mention that this is #madara x tobirama #madatobi #but like adjacent #warring states period #naruto hcs #in depth headcanon #fictional economic nightmares #fact check #plz im begging #im losing my mind #i need help #historical and mathmatical help #and maybe mental help

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 1 year

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Hello! First time asking on tumblr!

I just wanted to ask about your thoughts between Edward and the last remaining furness engines that made it into BR days? Do you think he would be chummy with them cuz of the fact that they’re the last furness engines kicking around in the area, or would their be a divide due to them being “Sharpies”, if the whole feud between the seagulls (Well Seagull, singular) and the sharpies is even still a thing?

Ooh.

At the risk of a spoiler in the Nobby-verse... the Sharpie/Seagull feud becomes a dead letter (or more of a tired old joke) almost immediately after Grouping. Furness territory gets swarmed in short order by "foreign" engines who start taking over some of their assignments, the situation with management is uncertain, and the idiots by and large get their shit together real quick. They still bicker plenty ofc but they also show up for each other against outside threats instead of trying to undermine each other. By the '30s they probably refer to each other as "cousins" instead of "those dirty bastards."

So by nationalisation? Yeah, I think the 7 or so ex-Furness 0-6-0s and Edward would have felt positively about each other—it's nice to know it's not only your little spot of earth that still remembers all that lost culture. Chumminess, though, would have been pretty well precluded by distance. Edward only poked his funnel into Barrow occasionally and irregularly at this point, and the remaining 0-6-0s weren't even at Barrow—they were shedded up at Moor Row. So it's kind of a coin flip as to whether they ever ran into each other at all. If they had, though, I am sure the vibes would be good. Perhaps bittersweet, but, look, by the early '50s these guys are all survivors. They've been through a lot. I think on the whole they'd appreciate it as a happy coincidence and would go home chuffed to tell their shedmates that they saw old so-and-so that day.

I have thought a good bit about these postwar years up in Moor Row and I like to imagine it was cosy. I mean it was a small, unimportant depot in the middle of nowhere but it was homey. Trainspotters often wrote into journals at the time about seeing some of the last pre-Grouping engines at Moor Row. It not only had the final ex-Furness engines but it also had a contingent of old ex.-Lancaster and Yorkshire 0-6-0s. Ha! I'd bet those two groups were also fierce rivals early in Grouping but by that point, hell. Again, they have all survived a Grouping, a Depression, a World War, and Nationalisation. They're all old and they just like to live a mellow life. All of them were scrapped by the end of the '50s but they'd gotten a pretty full working life. Judging by the notes people wrote into rail magazines at the time, Moor Row took great care of its engines. It was not a bad way to spend your last years and I like to think they were all friends.

And if someone brought in "Old Iron" to read to them? The incredulous laughter and the swapping of stories from four decades ago and the gossip about what an absolute looneybin Sodor was—it would have gone on for hours. ("Why do they have two major crises a year? It's only, what, 150 miles of network all told?... More like 200... aye, what a bleedin' circus... They dress it up for the stories, I reckon... nah, I was right across the bridge from them for 20 years. If anything they sound more sane in these books of theirs...")

So that's my personal headcanon.

That said, for fic writing purposes I have definitely experimented with the drama of, like, FC1 or FC2 trialling one of the last FR 0-6-0s on Sodor. And Edward being delighted to find another survivor! Only to be absolutely blown away when the pleasure is not reciprocated and, like, 52509 or whoever (who, mind you, would have been built after Edward had left the mainland anyway) just being like piss off, Seagull and Edward being gobsmacked. ... this is the year of our Lord nineteen fifty-two?? Surely you cannot be serious.

Obviously, James is the hero everyone needs here. No, I'm serious. That's a separate ask, I'll finish describing that fic idea one day.

#chatter #i really need a tag for furness headcanon at this point #ttte edward #thank you for the ask!

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liminalmemories21 · 7 months

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Happy Nice Ask Week! 💝

Since you love talking about books and art, are there any fun or weird facts you know that you'd want to share with us?

Have a great weekend!!!

I'm so glad you asked. Are you ready? Buckle up, because we're going to talk about feuds and pettiness and type faces and luck.

Specifically let's talk about Doves Font.

Doves Press was founded by two guys in the late 1800s - TJ Cobden-Sanderson and Emery Walker. They developed a font called the Doves Type that was widely considered to be the most beautiful font in the world (or at least the Western World) at the time. It's inspired by the Arts & Crafts movement, and has it's own interesting history of how it was developed - but is not the salacious part of this story.

Cobden-Sanderson and Walker had some kind of dispute that got ugly. Like protracted vicious court cases ugly. The case was eventually decided so that Cobden-Sanderson had the rights as long as he lived, and then they'd revert to Walker on his death.

Spoilers, this did not work out well.

As Cobden-Sanderson got older and started to face the reality that on his death he'd have to give the font to Walker he decided that if he couldn't keep it, nobody - and specifically Walker - could have it. So in an act of supreme pettiness for three years he quietly took trips out to a bridge over the Thames in the dead of night and piece by piece dropped the font matrices and punches for the font into the river. Essentially all the original molds that let you print something with a font.

Fast forward 77 years and in 2014 a Swedish designer - Torbjörn Olsson - made a stab at redeveloping the font digitally based on books printed using the font.

Nine years later in 2014 Robert Green starts to refine on Olssons work and create a more precise version of the font and decides to go mudlarking along the banks of the Thames and randomly finds a couple of pieces of the original font, and then (somehow) convinces the London Port Authority to help him dredge sections of the river to see if they can find more. I can't imagine what all they turned up, but they did eventually manage to find 150 pieces.

Long story short - a fairly authentic version of the font is now available through typespec. It looks like this.

Moral of the story is . . . you can't actually take it with you, no matter how hard you try?

#asked and answered

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That Was No Lady Whose Pooch Poached The Prize At Cincinnati’s First Dog Show

The oddly specific award, presented at Cincinnati’s first major dog show, was buried in a long list of prizes bestowed upon the finest canines in the Queen City:

“The finest and handsomest dog of any kind, and owned and entered by a lady, a gold-mounted collar; awarded Miss Jeanne Bassett; spaniel John Wilson.”

Therein lies a tale (or tail).

It was 1877. New York attracted a great deal of national attention with the inaugural Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Boston announced it would soon stage a similar event. In Cincinnati, George M. Arnold, an actor, and Robert Miles, proprietor of the Grand Opera House on Vine Street, decided that New York had nothing on our fair city and announced a major dog show to take place on Mount Adams in late June.

Arnold and Miles procured a large vacant lot next-door to the Highland House at the top of the Mount Adams Incline. Many years before, the property held a fireworks factory and in the future the Rookwood Pottery would locate there. On this plot, Miles erected an immense circus tent, 150 feet in diameter, sheltering 250 kennels.

Dogs were packed in everywhere. They came in all sizes, from a “Siberian Bloodhound” (a type of mastiff) weighing 192 pounds, to Toodles, a “black and tan,” who tipped the scales at just over 24 ounces. Cincinnatians kept different breeds back then. Newfoundlands were popular, as were spaniels, poodles, Irish setters and pointers. Other breeds seem exotic today, such as coach dogs, fox dogs (believed to be fox-dog hybrids – an impossibility), Greenham dogs and Russian shepherds.

The show got off to a wet start. Although Thursday, June 21, started out fine, a storm “of no ordinary importance” blew through and soaked the pavilion, scattering the crowd and soaking the grounds. After retying the tent ropes and hauling in a couple of truckloads of straw, the show went on, attracting so many customers at a quarter apiece that an extra day was tacked on to accommodate demand.

Other cities took envious notice. The Indianapolis Journal opined that Cincinnati staged the canine exposition to direct attention away from accusations by the Temperance newspapers that local brewers were selling adulterated suds. The St. Louis Times observed that Cincinnati was on a roll, with the dog show opening simultaneously with the display of a live beluga whale at Mount Auburn’s Lookout House, a revived professional baseball team and the ribbon cutting for the new Cincinnati-Southern Railroad.

At the conclusion of the show, the newspapers printed lengthy lists of prize winners and a couple of controversies. Dognapers stole some of the prize dogs from their be-ribboned kennels and a few pooches escaped. A lawsuit or two alleged that judges had illegally awarded prizes to undeserving mutts and the owners of a few honored dogs claimed they never received their prizes. Still, the show was declared a roaring success, a feather in Cincinnati’s cap, until, that is, the Cincinnati Gazette [26 June 1877] spilled the beans:

“At the dog show held last week, the prize for the ‘handsomest and finest dog of any kind, owned and entered by a lady,’ a gold-mounted collar, was awarded to the keeper of a house of ill-fame. The dog was named after a circus-rider who, a few days ago, shot a man with the intention of killing him.”

All of this was true. The lady in question was Jeanne Bassett, who maintained a brothel at 130 Longworth Street, the very heart of Cincinnati’s red-light district. Miss Bassett was no stranger to the newspapers. In fact, her recent feud with a neighboring madam, Kate Riley, had gotten so out-of-control that the police “pulled” both houses and fined the landladies and inmates for disturbing the peace.

Madam Bassett’s award-winning spaniel was named John Wilson and may have been a gift from the gentleman with that name. Mr. Wilson was, as the Gazette intimated, a sometime equestrian for the John Robinson Circus, based in Cincinnati. As his namesake dog was wowing the judges on Mount Adams, Wilson himself was incarcerated, unable to raise bail after shooting a security guard at Wood’s Theater. As is often the case with hot-headed gunplay, alcohol was involved. In the middle of a pub crawl, Wilson and a friend, gambler Bob Cathcart, popped into Wood’s Theater at the southeast corner of Sixth and Vine. There, private policeman Charles Thompson told Cathcart to ditch his cigar. Wilson took offense and shot Thompson as they argued. Wilson fled but sent a messenger to Miss Bassett’s house. The young courier was intercepted by the police and led officers to Wilson’s hideout. Miss Bassett apparently raised money to guarantee Wilson’s bond.

All of this was still fresh in the public’s mind as the dog show was organized. It would be beyond belief that Bob Miles, the theater impresario, and George Arnold, the actor, were unfamiliar with Jeanne Bassett and her Longworth Street house. They surely would have heard about the shooting at Wood’s Theater. How they allowed Miss Bassett to register her spaniel, much less take top honors, is a bit of a mystery.

The scandal of Miss Bassett’s success, however, cast a pall over the entire enterprise and it was some years before anyone dared to stage another dog show in Cincinnati.

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These Violent Delights | Book Review

Author: Chloe Gong

Series: These Violent Delights

Genre: YA Fantasy/Sci-Fi, Historical Fiction

Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books

Release Date: 17/11/2020

Rating: 2/5 🌟🌟

Synopsis:

The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery.

A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. At the heart of it all is eighteen-year-old Juliette Cai, a former flapper who has returned to assume her role as the proud heir of the Scarlet Gang—a network of criminals far above the law. Their only rivals in power are the White Flowers, who have fought the Scarlets for generations. And behind every move is their heir, Roma Montagov, Juliette’s first love…and first betrayal.

But when gangsters on both sides show signs of instability culminating in clawing their own throats out, the people start to whisper. Of a contagion, a madness. Of a monster in the shadows. As the deaths stack up, Juliette and Roma must set their guns—and grudges—aside and work together, for if they can’t stop this mayhem, then there will be no city left for either to rule.

Perfect for fans of The Last Magician and Descendant of the Crane, this heart-stopping debut is an imaginative Romeo and Juliet retelling set in 1920s Shanghai, with rival gangs and a monster in the depths of the Huangpu River.

Review:

Okay y’all! Strap in for a long-winded review, that’s mostly me ranting about how much I hate hype!!! So we all know the hype that surrounded this book around its release. I fell for it!! and all the pretty aesthetically pleasing edits and fanart. ffs I got the book; and the sequel, before I even finished the 1st!! 🥴😩

Anyways, I started this book back in March 2022 and it was going fine. I dropped it for another read around chapter 10/12, cuz it wasn’t gripping me like the girlies said it would. I picked it up again a few weeks later, and read up to chapter 16, then stopped again! That time around, I shelved as restart cuz I felt I wasn’t giving it all the attention it deserves so I can enjoy it fully like all the girlies did!!! Well, fast-forward to this weekend! I got the audio on Libby and I restarted it. Again, I liked the first few chapters, then got bored outta my mind once I hit the tens chapters! Literally, from chapter 13 to 28, I tried my hardest to actively listen and not to let my inner monologue take over! All I could think about was: “damn! this! this! was marvellous to y’all?” “I’m boooooredddd!!” “how am I gonna explain the 2 star I’ll rate this book?” Honestly, I’m so disappointed, because I didn’t hate this book (per se), I just feel fooled by the hype!

Now, onto the actual review! This book had sooo much potential! Unfortunately, the execution fell short! The setting, the characters, the plot, they are all very intriguing and make for a great mystery or a romantic suspense novel. However, this was marketed as a fantasy!! Why?? It offered a good commentary on capitalism and colonialism, but even those parts were neither cohesive, nor coherent, nor did they mesh-in well with the plot! Honestly, this novel woulda been much better if it was 150 pages shorter and didn’t rattle on and on all throughout the middle chapters. The first few chapters did averagely well setting up the plot and the last few also did averagely well as a closure; but those middle chapters just bored me outta my mind. Where was the editor?? So much of this book was unnecessary! Another thing I really didn’t like was the reveal in the epilogue! I had hope that maybe the sequel is gonna be different and I’ll actually enjoy it. However, that final reveal makes it very clear that book two is gonna be just like book one. The only difference will be Roma hating (rightfully holding a grudge against) Juliette! I’m just soooo disappointed! but since I own the sequel I’ll probably be reading it!

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A statement from Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie:

Our dearest Grannie,

We've not been able to put much into words since you left us all.

There have been tears and laughter, silences and chatter, hugs and loneliness, and a collective loss for you, our beloved Queen and our beloved Grannie.

We, like many, thought you'd be here forever. And we all miss you terribly.

You were our matriarch, our guide, our loving hand on our backs leading us through this world. You taught us so much and we will cherish those lessons and memories forever.

For now dear Grannie, all we want to say is thank you. Thank you for making us laugh, for including us, for picking heather and raspberries, for marching soldiers, for our teas, for comfort, for joy. You, being you, will never know the impact you have had on our family and so many people around the world.

The world mourns you and the tributes would really make you smile. They are all too true of the remarkable leader you are.

We're so happy you're back with Grandpa. Goodbye dear Grannie, it has been the honour of our lives to have been your granddaughters and we're so very proud of you.

We know that dear Uncle Charles, the King, will continue to lead in your example as he too has dedicated his life to service.

God save the King.

With our love,

Beatrice and Eugenie

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A stone slab engraved with the names of Queen Elizabeth II, her late husband Prince Philip, and her parents King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, has been installed at St George's Chapel in Windsor.

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My #1 post of 2022

“There was no greater man than Julius, and the Romans left him dead on the Senate floor.”

Cleopatra’s Daughter - Michelle Moran

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