A feature of English which I think is stupid,
If we’re carrying on with this game,
Is how we abolished the thorn and replaced it,
With two letters that meant the same.
The þ was a letter, amazing, astounding,
Perfect in every respect,
Representing the ‘th’ sound and shortening words,
The one thing it didn’t expect;
One day T and H went and burgled its meaning,
And then, thanks to the printing press,
Its symbol mutated and morphed into Y,
Which is pointless, I must confess.
Þoughtlessly, the þ was forgotten,
Þreatened as the language evolved,
Þankful for þose who knew of old English,
A topic where it was involved.
It only survived in Modern Icelandic,
In English it’s treated with scorn,
And as barely anyone knows it exists,
Please try to remember the thorn.
I will say, thank you. I've been trying to get enough info to write a reasonably historical fic for a while, and now I have somewhere to start!
“Spain’s hegemony over the seas ended after the Armada’s defea-”
“The Anglo-spanish war (1585-1604) was a victory for Engl-”
“British Empire replaced Spanish Empire after 1588”
“Both Empires (Spanish and British) were even during X perio-”
“England and Spain have always been enemi-”
“England has always beaten the crap out of Spa-”
England/Spain is my OTP, and since I’ve read too many times things like the ones listed above I think some real historical stuff would be enlightening for everybody. So, shall we?
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So apparently my brain’s solution to ‘I have two sets of fic I should be working on and I don’t know which one to work on first,’ is 'start a new universe in my head.’ So. Er. Here, have a (fantasy, though that’s not explicitly delved into in this) AU, with F!France/England, F!France<-F!Canada->England. F!Canada is Madeline, and F!France is Marianne. I just randomly snagged vaguely relevant placenames out of history. …This would be a whole lot less angsty if it wasn’t from Madeline’s point of view. ;;;
It takes three weeks after her arrival from Gallia for The Lady Madeline Williams, the sole child and only remaining family of the Duke of Vesperia, Lord Matthew Williams, to realise she is totally, hopelessly and irrevocably in love with the heir to the throne of the kingdom of Wessex, His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur.
It is not lust – or, at the very least, not lust alone; Arthur is handsome, Madeline knows none will honestly deny that, but it is in an almost peculiar way. He has his family’s fairness and green eyes – and with them he had inherited a dark set of formidable eyebrows, half-hidden under a forever-mussed fringe, and a tendency to burn rather than tan under the summer sun. He is slim – but set next to other men it seems almost to the point of skinny – and though he is a mage, and people whisper he is fae-touched, his hands are not as lily-soft as the old tales say they should be. No, Arthur’s hands are calloused from both sword and bow, the man apparently being more skilled with the latter, though Madeline has not seen the prince display his talents for either. The flex of his thighs and arse is beautifully distracting when he is upon a horse – but he flares a violent red when he notices himself being watched, suddenly self-conscious, sharp-tongued and curling up into defensiveness.
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Have you ever experienced the joys of producing something so magnificent, so utterly beautiful, or magical, and yet the journey to get to that point was filled with such a rollercoaster of emotions that you may or may not wish to attempt such a fate again? Such dealings always begin with the happiest of emotions, maybe in the heat of the moment when passions run high and swift to capture the heart then suddenly those sentiments cool, even just a tad, leaving the bearer despondent that somehow, they had misjudged the narrative of actions. But just as quickly as those concerns flood the mind, the bearer is taken again into the throes of an ardent love affair, recaptured by beautiful prose, and ready to ride this wave of ecstasy as far it would take them.
Be forewarned that while the idea of creation may be very attractive indeed, the journey produced by such an incident could lead one to many days or weeks of discomfort, followed by months of painstaking planning, and execution. It is a laborious condition, you may scream and cry, you may laugh and shed more tears, the pain may be excruciating at times, and then fizzle away once you’ve made a break through and birth new life where once one never existed.
If those aspects appear as ones you could live with then by all means I’d encourage you to jump right in because the end result will be one of the most satisfying accomplishments of your life but if something was to go wrong, it could also break your heart in two. Fears of acceptance, judgments over your handiwork, is it beautiful or is it ugly, a masterpiece of conception or flawed from the moment it was given consideration? Will it fit into the framework of your genus or become an outcast with a dead lineage? So many trepidations to consider, but again, if the perfect outcome is a possibility, the consummation and fulfillment of a life-long dream attainable, maybe momentary pains are not so much a hindrance to writing a brilliant novel.
To all those tireless writers who battle through research, writers block, and sleepless nights. New writers to seasoned veterans, occasional writers to non-stop. Shorts to novels. From concept to completion you make us laugh and cry. Who fill in plot holes left by canon, or take us to new worlds we never knew possible. We love you and Thank you for doing what you do!
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Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.
Daniell Koepke (via wordsthat-speak)
basically, i think the general rule of thumb is: if someone REALLY wants the blood that’s inside of your body, and they’re like… a vampire, or a dracula, or some sort of mansquito, then that’s probably okay. a dracula and a mansquito are made for removing things like blood and swords from inside your body. that’s basically fine.
if something wants to get at your blood, and they’re, say, some kind of murdersaurus, or maybe a really big frog, that’s where the problems start to arise. a really frog is not made for removing blood, and your blood knows this, which is why it is so vehement about wanting to stay IN your body instead of coming out.
unfortunately this will not deter a really big frog, because a really big frog is full of things like prizes, and value, and quite a lot of hatred, and it would REALLY rather like to replace any and all of those things with your blood, and basically by any means possible.
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