#they have wegged me SO many times
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BOOK REVIEW: Sisis Weg by Martina Winkelhofer
Empress Elisabeth took a break from court life and dared to escape her assigned role, something that no woman of her time, certainly not of her rank, was allowed to do. Until the death of her eldest daughter, Elisabeth was a product of her environment: the good daughter, the devoted wife, the submissive daughter-in-law. She tried to live up to expectations even in her darkest hours, until her body and psyche sounded the alarm. She knew that in this environment the wounds would not heal. She allowed herself long journeys and stays away from the imperial court, and it did not take long for her transformation to begin: from fragile emperor's wife to self-confident empress. From a woman determined by others to a woman determined by herself.
There are already literally dozens of books about Sisi, and most of them have nothing new to say. So when yet another book written by an author that claims they're presenting "the real story" behind the Sisi myth appears, one is naturally distrustful. But only reading the preview of this book made me realize that historian Martina Winkelhofer actually had something new to say about Elisabeth. This book has been in my TBR for the past two years, and tired of waiting for a translation I just went ahead and used an automatic translator to read it. And guess what: this is one of the best books about Empress Elisabeth that exists.
Martina Winkelhofer's biography starts with Elisabeth's birth and finishes with her return to Vienna in 1862, after being away from court for two years. Something that distinguishes her from other Sisi authors is that instead of presenting a novel-like narrative about the empress' life, she adresses on the text the different sources that we have available, and isn't afraid to state frankly that there are thing we simply lack enough information to know for certain. Speaking of sources, she draws almost entirely from primary sources, and not just letters, but also court protocol documents, which brings the Viennese court to life in a way no other book about Elisabeth I've read before achieved.
This is also the Sisi biography with the most sympathetic and balanced depiction of Archduchess Sophie I've ever read, presenting the complex relationship between mother and daughter-in-law without vilifying either woman. Not only Winkelhofer adresses the problem regarding the sources (Elisabeth's statements about her mother-in-law come from after Sophie's death, and Sophie's correspondance and diary entries avoid mentioning any conflicts or quarrels within the imperial family), but also she understands both that Elisabeth was a very young girl who lacked the skills to understand court schemes and was deeply intimidated by the hierarchy at court - and therefore, by her mother-in-law, and that Sophie ultimately had no ill intentions towards her daughter-in-law, but simply couldn't understand why Elisabeth couldn't fulfill her role as empress as tradition demanded.
Another of my favorite things about this book is the attention Winkelhofer paid to Elisabeth's staff. The working and living conditions of her servants is often highlighted. There is a whole chapter focused on Elisabeth's secretary Leopold Bayer, a bourgeois man that was responsible of controlling and organizing the empress' household and was so effective at his job that years after his retirement his system still worked perfectly. Perhaps if you want to read only about Sisi you'll find this chapter, as well as all the other instances in which Winkelhofer focuses on the staff, uninteresting and disruptive, but I loved it. So many authors seem to think that the people responsible for cleaning, cooking and keeping royal households running weren't glamorous enough to deserve even a mention, so it was very refreshing to see how here it was an important part of the text.
To be honest, my biggest complain about this book is that it ended. This biography finishes when Elisabeth returns to Vienna in 1862; Winkelhofer is going to release the second part of her biography in October, but I wish she had just released it as a single-volume book, because if there is a historical woman you can get away with writing a 600+ pages long book is Elisabeth. And while the book is well sourced (over 500 footnotes!!!), she often made more general claims about the general lives of the aristocracy with no citations. Since Winkelhofer has written books specifically about the lives of the aristocracy before I trust she knows her stuff, I just wish she had referenced further literature on the matter. Also because I'm a Queen Marie of the Two Sicilies girlie, it disappointed me that Winkelhofer didn't mention her two weeks stay in Vienna in 1859, nor how her role during the Siege of Gaeta was one of the things that stressed her sister during 1860.
Overall this is a fantastic book that paints a complex and interesting picture of how the child Elise became in the young Sisi and then in the Empress Elisabeth. Let's hope that an English translation is happening soon!
#my new clown hope is that the english translation is going to combine the two volumes into one#book review#historian: martina winkelhofer#empress elisabeth of austria
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liveblog ghosts S5ep 5
this is it. The ep I'm fearing the most. I will cry and scream probably omg this is it isn't it.
Spoilers and feral babbling ahead probably
i am 1 sec in had to pause I'm so nervous about Caps death and my soft boy Havers
-annie-versary ☺️
-a new math meme from Robin😍
-i thinks it's gonna be a you don't connected shit Kind of EP xD
-oh phew Larry and Ben that's a relief
-a decapitated Doll how nice
-already kicked the bucket list 😂
-i am screaming Julian and Fanny 😂😂
-no rhythm? No legs 😂
-oh another Fan theory is adressed☺️
-"kitty ma Love" awww
-138
-nicht 😱
-i love Cap so much
-phew Julian for a Moment I thought He would be creepy
-walter🥰
-now His Body is Like a horse xD
-snuffles, Macy 🥰🥰 I need to Finish writing that one wip
-oh No this is where the flashbacks start
-oh No it isn't. Omg how Long is her Hair
-i want the flashbacks 🙁 I think.
-omg Fanny let her Hair down🥰
-ich bin so ufgregt omg Had to Stop again to whine to my sis
-fuck it's starting
-or Not
-why musst they tease me Like this
-atomic Kitty 😂
-awww Mike xD i know the Feeling though
-no sireeeee xD
-i scared 😂😂😂
-omg coming Out now maybe??
-pat Thomas hug😭
-pat🥲
-omg omg now it's starting
-he broke in omg
-omg omg omg that explains IT the little rascal
-holy fuck i am screaming i screamed Out loud Hes there Hes looking at him holy fuck
-the Sound I Made was Not human. It's him my babes my soft boy omg im so nervous
-he has scars now but they weirdly suit him
-i can't tell If He looked Happy or Not
-was will der Heini denn jetzt geh da weg !
-havers Looks nervous or displeased I can't tell
-oh Shit no. He Just wanted to see him again
-oh fuck it's a Heartattack. Thank god. The horrible stuff I imagined isn't true after all!
-hes running to him 😭😭😭😭
-i know😭😭
I am sobbing. For realsies my eyes are leaking
Anthony 😭😭 James 😭😭😭(aka Teddy)
The hands😭😭
Omg was ist Havers swaggerstick??!!
I am going insane
How soft He Said james. His soft little smile.He Loved him No one can Tell me otherwise
The tear in Cap's eyes
He couldn't even Touch His face because the Guys stood there and watched😭😭
I have to Update the how Havers smiled at him Post😭😭
Peter again with the microexpressions 😭😭😭😭😭
Poor Cap😭 poor Havers😭😭
I can already hear some say that this still doesn't Show If Feelings were reciprocated. I feel it does. Even without a tear from Havers.
I need a small pause i played this little Clip so many Times know
Cap broke into that Thing to See Havers again my Heart I am screaming
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-Fanny 🥺
-could we Count him telling the Story in a way as coming Out?
-mike 🥰
-achy breaky Heart 😂
Cap's Dancing omg screaming again
-julian omg😂😂😂
-i love Green on alliaon
#bbc ghosts#bbc ghosts spoilers#BBC Ghosts liveblogging#BBC Ghosts series 5 spoilers#Redlever#My soft boy and my creaky boy#Caphavers#Capvers
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Winters and Best Friends
Warnings: cursing (?), Hufflepuff reader (sorry to all the other houses out there), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Regulus Black x reader platonic
*not my gif*
Summary: The first Saturdays of the month were always reserved for the two best friends that were so different, but that never bothered them, never would
A/N: Wow, I guess I just like writing short ones. I know this isn’t good writing- sorry guys :/
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
“Reg! Reggie! Reg!”
Regulus Black didn’t even need to turn around to know who was calling to him from across the hall.
He looked back anyway, with a small smile creeping up on his face, and stopped walking so that you could catch up with him.
You practically fell over when you finally caught up to him, bending over to put your hands on your knees as you breathed heavily and tried to catch your breath.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at you in amusement, “Yes, n/n?”
“Do you-“ you cut yourself off, coughing slightly, “Do you want to-“ You took a deep breath, “Do you want fo go to Hogsmead with me?” You were finally able to get your full sentence out.
He let out a small laugh, “We were already going together, n/n.”
You stared at him in silence for a moment before furrowing your eyebrows, “Huh?”
He rolled his eyes playfully and took you by the arm, beginning to gently drag you down the hall because the two of you had been blocking some glaring students from getting past.
“Remember?” He said slowly, absolutely no annoyance in his tone because you forgot, “We were bored in potions and I asked you if you wanted to go to Hogsmead over the weekend, even though we always go together on the first Saturday of the month.”
You made an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth and Regulus continued to chuckle.
It was true, you two did always go together then, on an occasion you would go with other friends of yours on the other days, but you always went together on that day and any other that you were free.
When you finally snapped out of it, you took him by the arm and stopped him from walking again, “Okay, I need to go get my stuff so we can go!” You rushed off towards the Hufflepuff common room without waiting for him to answer.
Regulus looked after you with a small, amused smile.
-•-
You had your head tilted up, trying to catch snowflakes in your mouth.
“Comm on Weg!” You said, your mouth still open and tongue stuck out, “Twy it!”
He shook his head softly, black hair flopping against his head slightly, “I’m good.”
You shrugged and closed your eyes, continuing to walk down the bridge, only to have your arm quickly gripped by Regulus as you almost walked right into a light pole.
You let him guide you the rest of the way until he lightly tapped your arm to let you know he was letting go.
At this you finally opened your eyes and gave them a minute to adjust to the brightness that the snow all around you had brought.
Side by side, the two of you walked through Hogsmead, trying to decide where to go and what to do.
Along the way, you stopped to wave to all of your friends and say hello. You had a lot of friends.
Everybody loved you with your sweet attitude, kind smile, and innocent eyes.
This was one of the reasons that yours and Regulus’s friendship confused so many people.
You were open and happy, and he was the opposite. Closed off and dark.
But the two of you were practically attached at the hip, and it seemed nothing could change that.
You saw the other side of him though, the side he let only you see.
The side that was caring and goofy, the fun side of Regulus Black.
You were the first (and one of the only people) to not judge him for who his family was. His parents, cousins, and brother were all very different people than him.
He was his own person, and you acknowledged that fact.
He didn’t mind stopping a lot of times too much, he was glad that you had a lot of friends, and he was just plain used to it by now.
You continued walking and Regulus took his hands out of his pockets real quick to adjust his jacket and you looked over at him with a dramatic gasp.
He jumped slightly, startled by your sudden outburst, “What? What’s wrong?” He immediately started looking around for what could possibly be happening.
“That!” You practically screeched in horror, pointing to Regulus’s hands.
He looked down in confusion until he saw that his hands were slightly purple.
“Oh,” he held his hands up, “This? It’s fine.”
You shook your head stubbornly, “It most certainly is not fine, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You said sternly, which was really quite adorable.
You quickly, and angrily, ripped off your mittens and grabbed Reg’s hands and put them inside your Hufflepuff yellow gloves which were way too small to him.
But you pulled away with a proud smile and nod, placing his hands back into his pockets for him.
Regulus let out a chuckle, knowing better than to try and argue with you about it.
Plus he wasn’t too concerned about your hands as you put them in your extra fluffy pockets and continued on your way as if nothing had happened.
He followed after you, gently pulling you out of the way just in time as you were about to step on a patch of ice.
You didn’t even notice though, as you stared at Honeydukes with wide eyes.
Letting out a large, dramatic gasp again, you grabbed onto Regulus's arm and shook it, “Reg! Look!” He looked to where you were pointing, “Honeydukes is empty! Think of all the candy we can get!”
“We have a lot of candy back at school n/n-“
“But I don’t want THAT candy! I want THIS candy!” You whined like a child, causing your best friend to chuckle and playfully roll his eyes.
“Fine, fine. Let’s go in.”
You squealed excitedly and grabbed his arm and sprinted as fast as you could to the store, practically giving Reggie a heart attack whenever you almost slipped.
The next half hour was spent with you rushing around Honeydukes, trying to convince Regulus to let you get all the candy in the store, while he tried to make sure you didn’t get a stomachache.
When you both finally agreed that one bag of candy was more than enough for you, you went up to the counter with a large grin on your face and attempted to pay.
Before you could even reach in your pocket to pull out some money, coins were slammed on the counter by Regulus.
“Hey-“ You protested, but he cut you off.
“Shut up, I got this.” He mumbled, and when the person behind the counter hesitated on whether or not to take the money, Regulus glared at him.
He swallowed hard and took the money, scurrying off to the back room as quickly as he could.
You huffed and crossed your arms, “You didn’t have to do that.”
His soft smile returned now that nobody was around, “I know, I wanted to though.”
“Now come on.” He continued, looping his arm through yours and dragged you out of the store, “Let’s go get some Butterbeer and eat all this candy and try not to get sick.”
You grinned up at him, today had been perfect.
#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#marauders x reader platonic#sirius and regulus#regulus black#regulus black x reader#james potter#sirius black#peter pettigrew#remus lupin#harry potter x reader#harry potter#marauders era
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When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications! Let’s get to know each other sims 💜
Have many thanks @void-imp 💙💙💙
My favorite is Jaelen.
1. Spontan
2. Mutig
3. Mitfühlend
1: Spontan weil er immer die besten Ideen hat und wen er sich was in den Kopf gesetzt hat, wird er es auch umsetzen.
Translation
Spontaneously because he always has the best ideas and if he has set his mind on something, he will implement it.
2: Mutig, Jaelen weiß was er will und er traut sich auch für das einzustehen was ihm wichtig ist. Egal ob Freunde oder wegen mir, er findet immer einen Weg um an sein Ziel zu kommen.
Translation
Courageous, Jaelen knows what he wants and he dares to stand up for what is important to him. No matter if friends or because of me, he always finds a way to get to his goal.
3: Mitfühlend. Immer wen es mir schlecht geht spürt er es, er ist mein Halt in schweren Zeiten. Er weiß wie er mich wieder aufbauen kann und er hilft mir immer wen mich die Krankheit wieder runter zieht. Dafür liebe ich ihn so sehr.
Translation
Compassionate. Whenever I feel bad, he feels it, he is my support in difficult times. He knows how to rebuild me and he always helps me when the disease pulls me down again. I love him so much for that.
Er ist mein Prinz, mein Leben, meine große Liebe. 💙💙💙
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Vegtamr means not 'The Wanderer', I think, but something like 'he that unwilds the way'
Vegtramr is the name Óðinn himself chose to hide his identity in the poem Baldrs draumar (in later editions called Vegtamskviða).
This is the only poem in the Poetic Edda where this name can be found. It is not mentioned in the Prose Edda.
The original poem was found in the Arnamagnæan Codex and copied later. This is a fragment of the only currently existing copy of the poem (in Manuscript AM 748 I 4to, dated 14th century).
The subject and style of Baldrs draumar link it to the Vǫluspǫ́: four lines of stanza 11 are nearly identical to Vǫluspǫ́ 32-33.
It has, therefore, been suggested that the same author may have written Baldrs Draumar and the Vǫluspǫ́ in the first half of the tenth century.
In Stanza 6:
(Óðinn kvað)
Vegtamr ek heiti
sonr em ek Valtams
segðu mér ór helju
ek mun ór heimi
Henry Adams Bellows, in 1936, translated it like this:
(Odin said)
Vegtam my name
I am Valtam's son
Speak thou of hell
for of heaven I know
Benjamin Thorpe, in 1865:
Vegtam is my name,
Valtam's son I am
Tell me of Hel
From Earth I call on you
James Allen Chisholm, 2005:
I am called Vegtam
and am the son of Valtam
Tell me about Hel
I am a man from Midgard
(PotNW: I find this weird; translating 'mun' into man.)
Edward Pettit, 2023:
I am called Vegtamr
I am the son of Valtamr
tell me news from Hel
I remember [things] from home
or, more literally translated by Dr. Marion Ingham:
I am called Vegtamr
I am Valtam's son
Tell me from Hel
I will [tell you] from the world
From this stanza, the poem itself ("I want to ask", "I want to know"), and the many other stories about Óðinn that paint a picture of someone always seeking wisdom or knowledge, I see no good reason to translate Vegtamr into 'The Wanderer'.
Wandering has a sense of 'randomly walking about', and is translated as 'someone that travels aimlessly', which makes little sense to me.
Time to pull out the dictionaries and go on a little adventure!
Photo by Bluewater Sweden on Unsplash.
VEG
Old Norse
Vegr - way, path, road, distance, side, direction, route, mode, manner, direction, to go, proceed
(Lexicon Poeticum, Zoega and Claesby/Vig)
Proto Germanic
*wegaz - way, path
Proto-West Germanic
*weg
Descendants:
Old Frisian: wei
West Frisian: wei
Old Saxon: weg
Old Dutch: weg
Middle Dutch: wech
Dutch: weg
TAM
Old Norse
Tamr - tame, familiar, ready
Tamiðr - made tame, familiar, ready (Dutch: timide)
Tamning - taming, breaking in (Dutch: temmen)
Descendant Icelandic: Tamur - tame, which one is accustomed to, that one readily uses (is willing).
And an amusing one:
Tams-vöndr (Tamsvendi) - a taming-wand, in Skírnismál 26.
(Zoega)
Proto Germanic
*tamaz - tame
Antonym: *wilþijaz - wild
Proto-West Germanic
*tam
Descendants:
Old Frisian: tam, tom (tom when in compounds)
West Frisian: tam
Old Saxon: tam
Old Dutch: *tam
Middle Dutch: tam
Dutch: tam
Meanings of Tame (source):
Not or no longer wild, domesticated.
(of animals)
Mild and well-behaved; accustomed to human contact.
(figurative, of a person)
Well-behaved; not radical or extreme.
Boring, not exciting, bland, dull, flat.
Crushed, subdued, depressed, spiritless.
So...
He 'tames the road',
or a little more abstract (since 'veg' kan also mean 'manner' or 'mode') 'he tames the way'.
It's no longer wild, but he is in control of it.
We may also decrypt this as
'he learns the way'
'he figures out the directions'
'he is accustomed to the road'
'he knows the path'
'he is familiar with the route'
'the road is ready for him'
'he knows how to use the road'
'he is willing to use the road'
And a few rougher guesses:
'he leads the way' (?)
'he knows where to go' (?)
'he knows how to proceed' (?)
A fast thought leap, since he seems to know the way to Niflhel and back and travels there on Sleipnir (as we can read in this poem), we could even think of him as 'Traveller between the worlds', a common term in esoteric schools.
(Thinking out loud here, nothing final.)
Finally, here's one for my fellow-Dutchies:
Wegtemmer
(It made me smile; I hope it does the same for you.)
Photo by Monty Allen on Unsplash.
#vegtamr#vegtamskviða#Vǫluspǫ́#10th century#viking age#old norse#oudfries#oudnederlands#Noordzee-germaans#oudsaksisch#Óðinn#hel#my research#poetic edda#14th century
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Just a lil something it get me back into writing....
Autumn had been upon Jersey, the dead leaves beginning to join the season's wind, and the two Reinhardt brothers on their bikes cycling. They were enjoying their break; it was a nice getaway from their hell of a school. Chucky had been on the left and Carolus on the right, both keeping pace with one another.
"Glaubst du, wir sollten so weit weg sein?"
(Do you think we should be this far away?)
"Well be fine Charles, or should I say Chucky? Is that was Tiffany calls you now?"
Chucky grinned a bit, blushing madly.
"Well, what about you and Lily? I see that you two have grown quite close"
Carolus blushed as well trying to conceal his toothy grin, but Chucky had already seen it.
"You like her? Don't you?"
"....."
"Do YOU?"
"......Well what about you and Tiffany?"
"We're not talking about me and Tiff"
"You call her Tiff I see"
"...Caro..."
The two brothers pressed on with their minor bickering, then they put on the brakes. They froze, seeing their father, the two made sure to stay out of his line of sight, watching intently from a distance.
"What's he doing out here?"
"I don't know....and who's that?"
"Some lady"
The two boys continued to watch each growing more anxious as time passed. Their father was smiling when he was with this strange woman. Millions of questions flooded their head, who was she, how did she know their dad, when did they meet, how did they meet? So many questions that would be unanswered. They both felt their jaws drop seeing, and the two adults exchange a kiss. They both had been mortified, their father exchanging relations with another woman. What would their mother think? Would she even believe them? And how would they even bring up such a conversation, the three barely interacted?
The twins exchanged a glance sighed and rode their bikes far away. They didn't care where they we're going, they just needed to get out of the presence of Him.
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Hallo…. Ich heiße Jan, bin männlich 23 Jahre alt, sportlich gebaut und gepflegt und freue mich das ihr den Weg auf diese Anzeige gefunden habt 🙈
Ich suche auf diesem Wege nach jemanden wo es einfach passt und harmoniert. Das Alter sollte nicht zu sehr von meinem abweichen (18-25). Ich komme aus NRW (Bereich 48/49) wobei mir die Entfernung eigentlich relativ egal ist. Hauptsache es passt und man versteht sich blind….. ☺️🧸
Da ich noch nicht so viele Erfahrungen in dem Bereich DDLG sammeln konnte, weiß ich leider nicht 100%ig ob dies auch was für mich ist. Generell gehe ich dem Thema aber sehr offen entgegen, sodass ich auch auf Wünsche und Vorlieben deinerseits eingehe und mein bestes gebe.
Zu mir: Ich bin ein offener und kommunikativer Mensch, sodass du jederzeit sagen kannst wenn dich was stören sollte. Wichtig ist mir das du kein Problem damit hast, wenn ich ab und zu mal Windeln trage und diese auch benutze. Es sollte allerdings alles im privaten Raum bleiben, da ich nicht möchte das meine Freunde, Arbeitskollegen oder Familie davon erfahren
Kontaktieren kannst du mich entweder hier über Tumblr dort heiße ich ,,reingeschaut,,
oder über Kik dort heiße ich ,,neutralerName123,, .
Schreibt mir gern, wenn du Fragen hast oder ernsthaftes Interesse besteht.
Vielen Dank das du dir die Zeit fürs lesen genommen hast. ☺️🧸🙈
The English Version:
Hello dear ones.... My name is Jan, I'm 23 years old, athletically built and well-groomed and I'm glad that you have found the way to this ad 🙈
I am looking this way for someone where it just fits and harmonizes. The age should not be too different from mine (18-25). I come from NRW (area 48/49) whereby the distance is actually relatively indifferent to me. The main thing is that it fits and you understand each other blindly..... ☺️🧸
Since I could not yet collect so many experiences in the field DDLG, I unfortunately do not know 100% whether this is also what for me. In general, however, I approach the subject very openly, so I also respond to wishes and preferences on your part and give my best.
About me: I am an open and communicative person, so you can always say if something should bother you. It is important to me that you have no problem with it, if I wear diapers from time to time and also use them. However, everything should remain in private, because I do not want my friends, work colleagues or family to know about it...
What you should know about my adult self: I am 5'8" tall and slim. I love to do sports and am overall a very active and adventurous person. Traveling and looking at the world are some of my favorite activities and you should bring that too so that it harmonizes. I demand mutual respect for each other, because I am a very open-minded person. Racism and discrimination are a NO-GO for me.
You can contact me either here on Tumblr there I am called ,,reingeschaut,,
or via Kik there I am called ,,neutralName123,,.
Feel free to write me if you have questions or serious interest.
Thank you for taking the time to read ☺️🧸🙈
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Mayaneeeee! Hi, hello, hi, how are you?
So long since the last time I screamed around here. If I remember correctly you asked about my tag (hey, a tag ❤️!.. I'm still worthy of a tag 🤔?)?.. I call myself Luna so any version of that (Lu, Luna... someone used to use Lupina hahaha) is fine by me.
So, last time I was screaming about your participation in Into the fic of it... it took me so long to hear it, I'm sorry. I was attacked by work and the preparations of an international trip. I heard it little by little I pieces but hey, I TOOK NOTES 😂😂, so here are my notes (a summary actually hahaha).
1. Don't know exactly why but I wrote to recommend you my favorite teenage book but hey, past-me probably had a good idea but I don't remember anymore. It's called Ilse Janda, 14 oder Die Ilse ist weg (in Spanish is Por favor vuelve a casa -Please come back home-, don't know how it is in English). Perhaps I had this thought when you were talking about kids books... because this is a beautiful book for a teenager, written for teenagers (and from their perspective, which is not easy), with complex and painful topics but treated having said kids in mind. I love it so much, even now.
2. I think that JK wrote 3 books for children (first 3) and then she just wrote what she wanted, period. My mom has a fun theory: She read somewhere that JK wrote HP for his son and then she develops this theory in which JK started writing with love for his young child and then he grew and then she wrote the rest of the series in revenge lmao. According to her, JK's son was probably a teenage nightmare and that's why she started killing beloved characters 😂
3. That brings me to: YES YES I GET SO MAD EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THE UNNECESSARY DEATHS. Why kill Colin?! And why Hedwing (I actually stoped reading the book there and only took it again months later)?!
4. Talking about JK wonderful (/derogatory) writing: To this day I don't understand how she totally took all the responsibility from the adult characters. I mean, Dumbledore formed not one...BUT TWO armies with child soldiers. And don't let me start talking about Snape and Dumbledore behavior with Draco in yea (he was sixteeeeeen). That's something I really like about fanfics: how they somehow questioned how those characters behave.
Aaaaaaand I'm going to leave it here for now because it's getting toooooo long (we're half way in my notes and in the podcast you haven't started talking about the main topic, oh god 😂).
Have a nice day! Sorry this took me so long! I really enjoyed hearing you lot 🤗
Hey, hi, hello!!!!! I have no idea why I’m just seeing this but anyway, here we are.
I’m doing ok uni is a bit of a struggle but I’m enjoying the modules so far :) how have you been??? And are you kidding me?? Of course you still get a tag <3
Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoyed the episode! I had so much fun taking part and met some incredible people thanks to it so it makes me so happy that it inspired some thoughts.
1. That book sounds so good I will definitely be checking it out! Thanks for the recommendation
2. Bahahahah your moms theory had me laughing so loud my friend came in from the other room to ask what was going on. But yeah, I think she definitely did not put any thought into the fact that not only the original kids who were reading it would read it. Like, I think her idea was that the characters and themes would grow up with the kids reading it which is a lovely idea in theory but that’s just not how it works. As soon as media is out there, it’s there for anyone to read and with it being a children’s book these themes needed to be handled with so much more care. I mean, this also applies to adult content but especially with kids who are extremely impressionable .
3. Yeah there were so many unnecessary deaths and I will also stand by the fact that having Sirius stay alive (and Remus for that matter) would have made for a much better and more in depth story. And I don’t just say that because I love them. There was just so much potential for growth that was thrown away
4. Oh completely she wrote obviously morally gray characters as good which is so problematic
Ahhh this was so fun! If you want I’d love to see more of your thoughts on it (you mentioned there were more notes) and once again I’m sorry I only now saw this . Have a great day!
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“Values are by definition performative claims, espousal, therefore prideful, a conceit, a vanity. What good is a “value” unless one can tell somebody? Values are many times removed from first principles and are rarely hindered by constraints.
Values are held to account in Allen Bloom’s, The Closing of the American Mind. He writes:
Value relativism can be taken to be a great release from the perpetual tyranny of good and evil, with their cargo of shame and guilt and the endless efforts that the pursuit of the one and the avoidance of the other enjoin.
…One need not feel bad about or unconformable with oneself when just a little value adjustment is necessary. And this longing to shuck off constraints and have one peaceful, happy world is the first of the affinities between our real American world and that of German philosophy…
(…)
Bloom writes:
“Thus our use of the value language leads us in two opposite directions — to follow the line of the least resistance, and to adopt strong poses and fanatic resolutions.”
Eventually White gets around to speaking the truth of his mind which is a distillation of all the dark, Germanic spirits imported from black forests. “Western civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys of Dachau...”
Here Cormac McCarthy did not mean that the Holocaust proved Western Civilization was always a tyranny or hypocrisy. No.
What he meant was the west’s Weg der Intellektuellen, the path worn by Rousseau-Comte-Schopenhauer-Nietzsche, led inevitably up that chimney, thus the word “finally” as in “they finally did it.” They finally followed their own trail to its inevitable end.
Once on that dark path one can only go one direction, no side-tracks, into the fire. Enlightenment unleashed, unconstrained by the moral fence of faith, leads men to judge the VALUE of their fellows: their utility, their purpose, their cost and their worth.
Again Bloom:
“Values are not discovered by reason, and it is fruitless to seek them, to find the truth or the good life. The quest begun by Odysseus and continued over three millennia has come to an end with the observation that there is nothing to seek.”
The cynical character White, explains to Black that in all religions there exist myriad paths, all wrong, and only one path, a narrow one, to righteousness. White believes in the “primacy of the intellect.” White’s god is his own mind. His values are his idols, to which he sacrifices so much, perhaps expecting them to one day grant him a form of omniscience.
White thinks as all atheists do, as I did, that hope is a ridiculous notion and there is no salvation because none is needed. If there is no hope of salvation, then there is no need for redemption. If no redemption is needed, then the virtue of humility is dead.
But White is wrong. His is the narrow path, an easy one to follow despite the fading light. White’s lonely path, lined with the idols of his values, leads him only to despair. After a lifetime of walking on this thin trail, he finds himself at its end, with a broken spirit and lusting for death. No family, no friends, no hope, his values long departed.
(…)
White’s idols, his values, took his life as an offering. All his ephemeral entertainments, his many readings, his deep study, his erudition, gave him nothing in the end. As White finally runs away to smash himself against the Sunset Limited, Black asks God why He did not give him, Black, the same eloquence of speech as White had. “Why did you send me down here if you weren’t going to give me the words?”
Even angels do not know God’s purpose.”
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𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
Read under the read more for the songs I have selected for Resi.
1, Cinderella's Dead by Emeline
I was nineteen in a white dress
When you told me I'm your princess
So I played right in to your fantasy
Was your good girl, so I'd sit tight
And if I don't speak, then we can't fight
Looked in the mirror, now I can't believe
I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic
Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only habits
Cinderella's dead now, casket
You thought the shoe fit but I
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
Notes: This song is Resi remembering her worth and reflecting on when she was naive and took everything people said seriously and as gospel. This is Resi realizing who she is and that. She is one bad bitch.
2, Don't blame me by Taylor Swift
Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life
I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and
Toyin' with them older guys
Just playthings for me to use
Something happened for the first time, in
The darkest little paradise
Shakin, pacin', I just need you
Notes: Resi tends to lose herself when she falls in love. She is a passionate and emotional woman who holds her loved ones dear and as a result, she often falls into insanity or darkness so this song reminds me of Resi falling in love and the ways she goes to keep her lovers.
3, Made you look by Meghan Trainor
When I do my walk, walk (oh)
I can guarantee your jaw will drop, drop (oh)
'Cause they don't make a lot of what I got, got (ah, ah)
Ladies if you feel me, this your bop, bop (bop-bop-bop)
I could have my Gucci on (Gucci on)
I could wear my Louis Vuitton
But even with nothin' on
Bet I made you look (I made you look)
Yeah, I look good in my Versace dress (take it off)
But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess
'Cause even with my hoodie on
Bet I made you look (I made you look)
Mhm-hm-hm
Notes: self explanatory
4, Cheers ( drink to that) by Rihanna
Life's too short to be sittin' 'round miserable
People gon' talk whether you doing bad or good, yeah
Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah
Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honey
Notes: The first time I heard this song I thought of Resi. It's her carefree, don't give a shit era and party girl attitude which is most prominent during her many festivals.
5, Fliang by Claudia Koreck
(Bavarian lyrics)
I bin auf'm Weg
Noch irgendwo
Gleich wo I hikim
Es is schee do
I hear as Rauschen von am Boch
Des zarte Plätschern von Fisch
I spring auf, I setz mi nieder
Häng meine Fiass in de Frisch
I laf über luftige Wiesen in an dunklen Woid
De Ruah genießen is wos mi am Leben hoid
Über luftige Wiesn barfuaß im Gros
De Ruah genießen
Und I fliag auf und davo, weil mi gor nix hoidn ko
Und de Hitz auf meim Ruckn und da Wind wahd und I spia
I kon fliang
I kim in a Stod
De ganz wos bsundas an sich hod
Seibst am Abend is's nu wach
Verliebte Menschen schaun sich glücklich an
De Leid se dringan an Kaffee
Und ratschn über ernan Dog
Wos da oa und andere
Zu dem und jenem gsogt hod
I laf über luftige Wiesen in an dunklen Woid
De Ruah genießen is wos mi am Leben hoid
Über luftige Wiesn barfuaß im Gros
De Ruah genießen
Und I fliag auf und davo, weil mi gor nix hoidn ko
Und de Hitz auf meim Ruckn und da Wind wahd und I spia
I kon fliang
Es werd auf Nacht
Und es wahd koa Wind
I hear von fern wia oana singt
I geh leise auf erm zua
Und sitz mi neben erm hi
Er strahlt mi o
Und is genauso frei wia I
English translation see here X
Notes: When I heard the song I thought of Resi it was until I read the lyrics in English then I realise that it fits Resi's personality and attitude so I added it to here and plus it is a Bavarian song.
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Stimmungsumschwung
Stimmungs -> mood, umschwung -> turnaround
Basically I used DeepL for the word: Moodswing and it turned out that German meshes many words into one longer one. It's efficient, one to say. Well. Since I am now living alone away from my home, I have more time to reflect by myself. But that also means that I, unfortunately may or may not have this sudden??? mood shift???
Like, just four minutes ago I was on the edge of crying. Lamenting over the fact that I may or may not feeling so miserable over not having a cozy group of friends, or any friend. at all. (since I am such a wimpy person that basically ghosted my old friends. and not bother to put the effort to maintain one.) I was looking for online apps where I could connect with people, perhaps finding similar-fated persons so we could share or something. And then I got the urge to pray. And then now I'm writing this and I thought that it doesn't really matter.
I noticed that I can feel okay-ish after crying in the past. I thought it was a good thing since it meant I spend less time being sad and whining. But. I don't know. Perhaps I haven't actually let myself absorb all those stuff. I haven't been direct to my own self, that I don't know, I let myself let the tears out, pretend I'm okay now, and then go on my day.
I feel like my own body, or my own mind, knows that something is wrong. I'm not in a place where I want to be. I'm not content or satisfied with how I am. But I forced myself to suck it up, and so although maybe it does wonder to make myself feel like what I have is /enough/ but sometimes what I truly felt leak out in the form of sudden mood shifts?
I mean, I know nothing about psychology so I don't know. Maybe I'm just spouting stuff I don't really understand.
I remember reading Namiya's Store and how it ended. It resonates well with me. Like a blank canvas, without questions to answer, without knowing where to go or what goals to achieve, a blank canvas is merely blank. Hah.
Stimmungsumschwung. Das Ich in diesem Moment, das Ich in der Vergangenheit und das Ich der Zukunft... Es ist alles das gleiche "Ich". Wenn Egoismus der richtige Weg ist, dann soll es so sein.
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my unluckiest pair is rtb again...... do i wanna go for it after they’ve betrayed me so many times....
how much am i willing to sacrifice for swamp puppies
#flight rising#hatchery#they have wegged me SO many times#and like 80% of their hatchlings are the worst possible outcomes#blease.... blease give me good eggs#I’m begging you#ghost gene#slime gene#veined gene
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