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useless-catalanfacts · 1 year

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I’ve been a translator from Catalan for almost fourteen years, and something that never fails to astonish me is the vibrancy of the Catalan literary tradition. Whether a re-discovered classic or a startling young author from the near-constant flurry of innovative writing, there are always new voices to be unearthed, and the time-worn phrase “embarrassment of riches” comes to mind.

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It’s this commitment in Wilder Winds to unflinching honesty and genuine emotion that is shared by the books on this list. Whether it be the realities or war, anarchism or autism, these voices offer the reader an intimate glimpse into other lives that never feel distant from our own. I’ve chosen eight books that demonstrate the richness of Catalan literature over the last century or so, but there are literally dozens more I could have chosen. Think of what follows, then, as less of a reading list and more of an amuse-bouche to whet your reading appetite for Catalan literature in English.

Are you interested in reading Catalan books that have been translated to English? Read this article to find 8 books that the translator Laura McGloughlin recommends (mostly novels, some short story books, and one poetry book).

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catholic-saint-tournament · 11 months

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Post-Schism Saints Round 1: Bracket Announcement

Round 1 for Post-Schism saints will open up on Sunday, 18 June! Above you'll find the bracket and below you'll find the pairings. Links will be added on Sunday for the actual polls. May the best saint win!!

St Francis of Assisi vs St Dominic

St Anthony of Padua vs St Bridget of Sweden

St Hildegard of Bingen vs St Alphonsus Liguori

St Ignatius of Loyola vs St Philip Neri

St Joseph of Cupertino vs St John of the Cross

St Thomas Aquinas vs St Francis de Sales

St Teresa of Avila vs St Juan Diego

St Rose of Lima vs St Julian of Norwich

St Joan of Arc vs St Roch

St Clare of Assisi vs St Christina the Astonishing

St Catherine of Siena vs St Bernard of Clairvaux

St Kateri Tekakwitha vs St Vincent de Paul

St Olga of Kiev vs St Louise de Marillac

St Rita of Cascia vs St Gertrude of Nivelles

St Martin de Porres vs St Elizabeth of Hungary

St Thomas More vs St Jadwiga (Hedwig) of Poland

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timmurleyart · 8 months

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Color bomb. 💣🟡🟠🔵🔴(mixed media on paper)🟣💥

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statictwoo · 3 months

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I don't usually get really into specific ship dynamics, I just take things on a case by case basis, but... when the fem one is taller than the masc one... ouaghhh... the fem one,,., is taller,, than the mmmasc one,, , .... .

#the genders of the characters doesn't matter btw #yes this is about joan and eleanor #yes this is about danny and angel #yes dare i say this is about daforge #and even kiraodo #DARE I EVEN SAY this is about hannigram #star trek #hannibal #my ocs <3 #staticbluue dreams for sale #staticbluue 1920s #queer #textpost #ship dynamics

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max-rainet · 2 years

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Books for sale * Joan Walsh Anglund 1960s-1970s * Set of 8 Emily Adam Friend love Feeling Poems https://ebay.com/itm/385036238145 #bookshop #JoanWalshAnglund #childrensbooks #books #reading #collection #rare #rarebooks #forsale #newlisting #enjoyable #pleasurable #kidsbooks #parenting

#bookshop #JoanWalshAnglund #childrensbooks #books #reading #collection #rare #rarebooks #forsale #newlisting #enjoyable #pleasurable #kidsbooks #parenting #vintage #Books for sale * Joan Walsh Anglund 1960s-1970s * Set of 8 Emily Adam Friend love Feeling Poems

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bublinko · 2 years

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SALE: Painting of Lady Gaga - Enigma fan art artist artwork drawing little monsters born this way Size: A4

#gaga #lady gaga #enigma #chromatica #chromatica ball #gaga vegas #sale #depop #joan of arc #artpop #born this way

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neil-gaiman · 10 months

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Hey I'm sort of curious. I haven't read the book, but I'm a fan of the show and was genuinely disappointed that the phrase "going Native" had an exclusively negative connotation when I watched. Idk if this occurred to you or not, but that's pretty blatant racism. It's especially tone deaf considering this is a show about angels and demons - which have been a tool to commit genocide against us for upwards of 500 years.

Why not just use "human"? It's accurate and doesn't frame an entire demographic as inherently bad or undesireable.

Not trying to garner any ill will, it just rlly bummed me out bc I'm Native and it's an identity I wear with great pride bc ppl have tried countless times to rip it away from me. To see it treated with such disdain was very hurtful.

I understand your concerns, and do not wish to minimise them, or your hurt. Obviously the phrase has colonial roots. However, it's a lower case N, and isn't intended to talk about Native Americans. When the angels talk about Aziraphale "going native", this is the meaning they are using. It may be negative for the grumpy angels, but it's positive for humanity and for Aziraphale and Crowley.

From Mirriam Webster online:

go native

idiom

: to start to behave or live like the local people

After a few weeks, she was comfortable enough to go native and wear shorts to work.

Example Sentences

Recent Examples:

But dogs that go native make bad guards, hunting companions, and friends.—David Grimm, Science | AAAS, 29 Oct. 2020

Let your yard go native: The Cuyahoga Soil & Water Conservation District is offering seven native plant kits for sale that are adapted to the local climate and do not require excess watering or fertilizer once they are established.—Joan Rusek, cleveland, 6 July 2020

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1nonlykeena · 2 years

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I got a ticket FOR SALE to see MOTLEY CRUE, DEF LEPPARD, JOAN JETT & THE BLACK HEARTS AND POISON it’s only 1 ticket tho. For THIS SATURDAY AUGUST 27 2022. MESSAGE ME TO DISCUSS A PRICE (it will be less than $100) IN INGLEWOOD CALIFORNIA.

I bought this ticket years ago and it’s finally happening. But I won’t be going

#motley crue tickets #motley crue tickets for sale #def leppard #poison #concert ticket for sale #def leppard tickets for sale #joan jet and the blackhearts #Joan jet and the blackhearts tickets for sale #poison tickets for sale #los angeles

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strathshepard · 1 year

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Joan Didion’s collection of books by Ernest Hemingway, from her estate sale

#joan didion #ernest hemingway #books

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foolscapper · 6 months

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Hey guys! While I'm working on commissions and shop-related stuff, I'm gonna be running some quick polls to gauge which of these pieces you would like to see as shiny/holographic/broken glass/etc prints — which is to say, prints with cool effects over the top. I've picked some I think would work well with the effect, but you guys need to let me know which you'd really like to see, so I can narrow it down more! I've got a poll for each little group. :)

Today, we'll start with Gerard. Let me know which you'd like to see most for sale in print! The size will likely be 5x7 (or 5x5 if square). If there's one not in the list that you'd like to see, feel free to comment on the post with your preferences! This is all just to gauge what people would like most, after all. ♥

#mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way

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copperbadge · 21 days

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The Shivadh Romances: Volume II is now available for sale!

This book collects the fourth, fifth, and sixth books in the series, and is available in epub, paperback, and special-edition hardback.

Askazer-Shivadlakia is “the little country by the sea” — a coastal micronation perched between France and Italy, with Europe’s only Jewish royal family and a distinctly queer-friendly culture. The irreverent but earnest Shivadh people have recently elected a new king, and there are a lot of changes afoot for the country and its rulers.

The Twelve Points of Caleb Canto introduces Caleb, a young trans music teacher who accidentally enters Eurovision on behalf of The Ask, and his rival and new friend -- or maybe more -- Buck Haverd, the ambitious bad-boy competitor from the UK. Dinner At The Palace is the first collection of Shivadh short stories, spanning everything from Michaelis meeting his destiny in 1978 to Gregory and Eddie going cryptid-hunting in 2022. The Royals and the Ramblers tells the story of Gregory and Eddie's three royal weddings, and introduces Eddie's sister Monday, who is helping the kings have a royal heir and may or may not have a thing going on with Georgie, the palace head of security. And then there's Joan, the headstrong orphan who could use a couple of dads....

Read all three in a single volume!

Buy in ePub | Buy in Paperback | Buy in Hardback

Or if you’re interested in reading each novel individually, you can learn more about them and find purchase links here.

#shivadhverse #self-publishing #romance #queer romance

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ultrainfinitepit · 24 hours

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Shop Update May 2024

It's time for the May update - a little early so UK buyers don't miss the Etsy special (more details below).

Here's everything new on Shopify and Etsy:

New pin designs: Star Harvester and Dominion Angel

New Astrological Putti pins: Leo and Aries

New Zodiac Putti pin: Year of the Pig

Tons of new variants of past campaign pins! Three-Legged Seraph, Worm on a String, Lil Guy Seraph, All-Seeing Eye, Angelic Grim, Siphonophore, Illumination, Marchosias, Colorwheel Throne, and Joan of Arc

For those of you in the UK, Etsy is running a special promotion. From now until April 30, use code SMALL5 at checkout to get £5 off orders of £30 or more.

Just a reminder that if you miss out on pins or are looking for previous colorways, you may find them with my stockists now or in the future. I send a little bit of everything I make to each of my stockists, but when they update depends on how busy they are.

Speaking of stockists: to help free up some storage space, all my items at Mushroomy will be on sale May 1-15, for a big discount of 20% off! And lots of new items have been listed there, including Eldritch Saints pins, stickers, and prints that are sold out in my Shopify/Etsy shops. The discount will be automatically applied at checkout.

This month's crowdfunding news: if you missed the Angelology IV campaign, the preorder store is open but only until May 11. My next campaign Pride Angels will launch in June if all goes well.

I have a few pin designs waiting in the wings to be produced, but only so much budget so, I am running a poll on Tumblr to vote on the next designs to make. I plan to make all of them eventually but you can cast your votes on which ones to make first.

That's all for this update, have a marvelous May ❤️

#shop stuff #shop news

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timmurleyart · 2 months

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Color camp. ⛺️🟥🟧🟨🟦⬛️(mixed media collage on canvas)🎨

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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my heart in your hands

REQUEST → anonymous, 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “do you regret it?” – this gives eddie insecure about his relationship with reader after some shit hit the fan vibes | ( 2.2k – a sprinkle of angst, a sprinkle of fluff, all the feelings, established relationship, eddie x reader )

M Y H E A R T I N Y O U R H A N D S 🎶 loner, joan

Eddie was swimming in a sea of bodies, two beers raised safely over his head as he tried to find you in the crowd, music so loud he could barely hear himself think.

When you’d asked him to come with you he couldn’t say no. He never could. Not to you. And even though he didn’t really know anyone at the party he stood by your side smiling and nodding, quietly greeting your friends. Friends of friends. Letting you take the lead and chatting everyone up.

It was what had drawn him to you when you first met. The way your eyes lit up when you were joking and making everyone laugh. All animated and full of energy and exuding this bright feeling. The little group of people around you waiting for the next funny quip, hanging on your words and you loved it. Loved the conversation, the way you made at least two new friends at every single party and Eddie was so happy to just be there along for the ride.

Usually. But tonight felt different.

He expected to run the usual circuit. Walk in, grab a beer, find your friends, laugh all night until things grew a little fuzzy around the edges and go home, but not tonight.

No. Tonight you ran into Remmy.

“Remmy?” your voice had taken on a different sound, so surprised and so happy. Eyes lit up like Eddie hadn’t seen before, big smile pulling at your lips and when he followed your line of sight there was a boy at the other end.

A good looking boy.

Tall. All lean muscle and sharp lines. A shock of black hair and enough of a presence to command the room. Nothing like Eddie. The antithesis of Eddie. Everything he wasn’t and he tried to not let his mind run away with it. Tried to stay grounded. Squeezed your hand in his and followed along.

“Holy shit!” Remmy had yelled back, the grin on his face somehow making him even more handsome and Eddie’s stomach twisted at the thought of the other boy’s hands on your waist. Trailing up your back. Pulling in the scent of your shampoo as your hair fell over your shoulders and holding you close.

Holding his girl close.

“How are you?” you asked, shoving Remmy playfully with a hand pressed to his chest and he laughed. A deeply warm sound that made Eddie burn all the way up to his ears and when your hand fell from his he had to stop himself from grabbing it again.

“I’m great, how are you? I haven’t seen you since graduation,” Remmy hadn’t even looked at Eddie yet, eyes only for you.

“So good. I’m just over at the gallery helping with sales and setting up installations and–”

Eddie cleared his throat, hands clasped behind his back, trying so hard not to cut in and when you heard it your eyes widened.

“Oh! Rem. This is my boyfriend, Eddie,” turning you grabbed hold of Eddie’s leather jacket and pulled him forward, bringing him between the two of you and Remmy smiled his big smile.

“Ed. Lucky man,” Remmy gave him a wink and all Eddie could do was laugh. A small huff of air he had to force out and he hoped neither of you had noticed.

“Hah, yeah. Don’t I know it,” Eddie tried to joke, but it fell short and you caught the shift in his tone, the one that screamed I’m uncomfortable and you thought he needed a break. An excuse to get away.

“Babe, wanna grab us some beer?” you asked, thinking you were throwing him a lifeline and Eddie’s stomach lurched. Grab beer. Away from you. Leaving you alone with this other guy, this other guy you had chemistry with.

“Uh. Y–yeah. Course. Be right back,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and turned to walk to the kitchen, a peal of laughter falling from your lips as soon as you started talking to Remmy again and the thoughts running through Eddie’s mind started to take hold.

He had to have been an ex. Maybe even the one right before him. The one that drove the bright red Ford Bronco out front with the shiny new paint and rack up top. The one who played ball in college. Parents had a house in the Hamptons. The one who could buy you nice things and take you nice places and treat you real nice. All the things Eddie couldn’t do and as he wove back through all the people with your beers he caught you back by the stereo where he’d left you.

Still laughing.

Still talking.

Still Remmy and he pushed and shoved to get through the crowd.

“Hey, sweetheart. D’you have a minute?” Eddie walked up emphasizing his nickname for you, beer bottle necks held fast in one hand and the other grabbing onto yours.

“Oh?” your brows pinched together, furrowed in concern, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s okay. Just need you in the other room,” Eddie lied and he could feel Remmy’s eyes on him.

“Okay, yeah. Sorry, Rem. Catch you later?” you asked and the other boy shrugged indifferently, so casual, definition of cool.

“Definitely. Real good to see you,” Remmy leaned down to give you another hug and then glanced over at Eddie, “You too, Ed.”

“Yeah. Real good,” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t bother to sugar coat how short it sounded and pulled you away back through the crowd. Down a hallway and through a door and into an empty room.

You watched as Eddie set the beers down on a dresser with a loud, clumsy clink. He roughed his hands over his face and loosed a heavy sigh that groaned low at the end. Upset and frustrated and when he finally looked up at you his eyes were big and sad. Lips pulling down into a frown. His warm smile no where to be found and you felt your heart ache.

“Babe? What’s going on?” worry squeezed in your chest as you watched him, feeling so far from him even though he was only a few steps away.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, voice tight, fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to shove it out of his face. Tried so hard to keep it together and you took a step toward him.

“Wait. Regret? Eddie, regret what?” your heart was hammering now, beating hard against your ribs as you held your breath, taking another step toward him and he swallowed hard.

“Regret me. This. Us,” he flipped a hand back and forth in the space between you and you swore your heart stopped.

“What? No. Jesus, Eddie. Why would I–”

“I know I don’t know how to throw a fuckin’ football. M’not big and strong or–or riding around on some white horse with a bunch of armor and shit, but–but you gotta tell me. If it’s not working or–or if you wanna be with someone else–”

You took the last two steps toward him in one and pressed your fingers to his lips. Stopped the words from coming out. Shook your head and took his face in your hands, eyes searching his. Dark and deep like whiskey. Like liquid amber. Like if you looked hard enough you’d be able to tell him how you felt without saying, but it didn't matter because the words came easy.

“Eddie Munson. I don’t care about big and strong. I don’t care about football or stupid horses. I don’t need any of that bullshit. I need you.”

And his face softened, lips parted, leaned into your touch and let out the breath he’d been holding. Lifted his hands to cover yours, wide and warm and grounding.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice low and rough, thick with the feeling swelling in his chest.

“Yeah. Yes. Eddie–” you gave him a small smile, oh babe, “–I love you, Eddie. And everything that makes you, you.”

And then you pulled him in soft and slow, pressed a kiss to his lips, caught him as he fell into you and it was sweet. Full of promises and adoration and affection and god damn you loved that boy.

Pulling away just far enough to speak you smiled at him, “Plus, Remmy doesn’t know shit about rolling a nat 20 and that’s just a real turn off.”

Eddie’s eyes shifted, warmed, the heat blowing his pupils wide. Liquid honey, burnt caramel and he pushed into you, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me do somethin’ about it.”

You grinned, “Yeah? Maybe that’s what I was goin’ for.”

Eddie crowded in over you, arms snaking around your waist, lips pulling up finally into that smile you loved so much and he hummed, “My girl.”

And you hummed right back, “All yours.”

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max-rainet · 2 years

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ART FOR SALE ~ Joan Miro (1938) Portrait II * Exhibition Art Poster 1979 Italy * Orsanmichele

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bublinko · 1 year

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Madonna - Joan Of Arc art print on thick paper Size: A5 Rebel Heart #madonna #mdna #rebelheart #madamex #likeavirgin

#madonna #joan of arc #rebel heart #mdna #madame x #sale #depop #art prize #art #art print

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