#maxwell alexander chamberlain
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🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?
💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.
🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?
Those are some really interesting questions. Boy, do I have to make up a bunch of crap all the details for you!
Sophie was born on her parent's estate right in the middle of a dinner party. Her mother, Madame (yes, really, that is her first name), tripped over a patch of mushrooms growing on the lawn. Madame went into labor (Sophie was due around that time, anyway), and the little girl came out within the hour. Since several doctors were present at the party, the medical emergency was in good hands. Madame grew a distaste for fungus, and that grew into abject hatred the more Sophie took to mycology over the family publishing business. Sophie has mixed feelings about the estate. She enjoyed many grand adventures there, but she suffered greatly from her parents' abuse and neglect. She lives far away in Chrysanthemum forging her own life away from them and their money.
Alex was also born in the family home. This was far less dramatic. His mother, Rosemary, went into labor with him while out in the fields with her husband, Benjamin. He brought her home, alerted the midwife, and by that evening the newest addition to the Chamberlain household arrived to the delight of mother, father, and three siblings. Alex also lives far away from home in Chrysanthemum, where he is attending a military college. He has fond memories of home and wishes he could return, but it was destroyed in an enemy attack a year after his studies began.
💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know
(Just gonna go with Sophie here.)
People assume Sophie has heterochromia. One eye is green while the other is a deep purple. What they don't know is that the purple eye is completely blind, a result of a chemical burn. Rather, it's completely blind according to human standards. She can perceive leylines through it, something she acquired when eating a rare mushroom she found as a child. She is one of a small number of humans who can do this. Normally, this is how the giants can perceive the world around them (they can't see visible light).
Because Sophie can perceive the leylines, she is capable of weaving them and performing magic, but she's far more interested in mushrooms and cooking. In times of distress, she has grasped at them and created different kinds of chaos that ultimately saved her skin, but usually at great cost.
Although estranged from her family, she has used her publishing roots to establish a grassroots publication about mushrooms in the Chrysanthemum area for local mycologists and chefs. She effectively created an underground mycology association that has advanced local study, enhanced local cuisine, and stymied mafia efforts to import fungus-based drugs. There have been a few attempts to take her life due to that last bit.
Thanks for the ask! That was fun!
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Wander's Library
I have a lot of books. Be warned.
Physical Books:
The Complete Book of Dreams- Stephanie Gatling
Tarot for Self Care- Minerva Siegel
Queering the Tarot- Cassandra Snow
The Complete Dream Book- Gillian Holloway
The Alchemy of Your Dreams- Athena Laz
Moon Magic- Aurora Kane
Handbook Trio (Herbal, House, and Moon Magic)- Aurora Kane
Living by the Moon- Lunarly’s Kiki Ely
Your Lunar Code- Lori Reid
The Stars Within You- Juliana McCarthy
Dirtbag Astrology- Alberto Toribio
Astrology and Religion Among the Greeks and Romans- Franz Cumont
The Beginner’s Guide to Akashic Records- Whitney Jefferson Evans
Crystals- Jennie Harding
A Field Guide to Lucid Dreaming- Tuccillo, Zeizel, and Peisel
Lighting the Wick- Sandra Mariah Wright and Leanne Marrama
The Ancient Healing Companion- Misha Ruth Cohen, O.M.D.
The Practical Book of Witchcraft- Pamela Ball
The Everything Astrology Book- Trish MacGregor
The Complete Book of Palmistry- Joyce Wilson
Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner- Scott Cunningham
Living Wicca- Scott Cunningham
Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham
The Pagan Family- Ceisiwr Serith
Wiccapedia- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway
The Good Witch’s Guide- Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell
The Crystal Witch- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway
The Witch’s Way- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway
Wiccan Kitchen- Lisa Chamberlain
Psychic Spellcraft- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway
A Little Bit of Intuition- Catharine Allen
A Little Bit of Wicca- Cassandra Eason
12,000 Dreams Interpreted- Gustavus Hindman Miller
I Don’t Want to be an Empath Anymore- Ora North
Spellwork for Self Care
Witchcraft Therapy- Mandi Em
Happy Witch- Mandi Em
The Witch’s Book of Self Care- Arin Murphy-Hiscock
The House Witch- Arin Murphy-Hiscock
The Green Witch- Arin Murphy-Hiscock
The Green Witch’s Grimoire- Arin Murphy-Hiscock
The Green Witch’s Garden- Arin Murphy Hiscock
The Modern Witchcraft Guide to Magical Herbs- Judy Ann Nock
The Modern Witchcraft Spellbook- Skye Alexander
The Modern Guide to Witchcraft- Skye Alexander
Spellcrafting- Arin Murphy Hiscock
Divination- Alida Somars
1001 Spells- Cassandra Eason
Witchcraft Magic and Alchemy- Grillot de Givry
Other Physical Media:
Moon Magic Lunar Oracle- Marie Bruce
Moon Energy Guided Journal- Nikki Strange
Manifesting Dreams Guided Workbook
Spellcraft: A Guided Journal for Casting, Cleansing, and Blessing
Magazines:
Prevention Guide All-Natural Herbal Remedies
Centennial Entertainment: Witches
360 Media Special: The Story of Witches
National Geographic: Natures Best Remedies
Ebooks:
The Study of Witchcraft- Deborah Lipp
Braiding Sweetgrass- Robin Kimmerer
Queering Your Draft- Cassandra Snow
Herbal Magick- Gerina Dunwich
An Anarchist Free Herbal Zine
City Magick- Christopher Penczak
A History of Witchcraft in England from 1558-1718- Wallace Notestein
Italian Folk Magic- Mary-Grace Fahrun
Love Magic- Lilith Dorsey
Magic When You Need It- Judika Illes
Magical Astrology- Skye Alexander
Personal Magic- Marion Weinstein
Plant Witchery- Juliet Diaz
Positive Magic- Marion Weinstein
Reading the Runes- Kim Farnell
Viridarium Umbris- David A Schulke
Spellcrafting- Gerina Dunwich
The Big Book of Tarot- Joan Bunning
The discoverie of witchcraft- Reginald Scot
The Witch’s Eight Paths of Power- Lady Sable Aradia
The Witch’s Guide to Wands- Gypsey Elaine Teague
True Magic- Draja Mickaharic
Water Witchcraft- Annwyn Avalon
Wicca Made Easy- Phyllis Curott
Wishcraft- Sakura Fox
Witch, Please- Victoria Maxwell
Witchcraft Activism- David Salisbury
Witchery: Embrace the Wisdom Within- Juliet Diaz
Year of the Witch- Temperance Alden
Books that aren’t directly about witchcraft but I incorporate them into my witchcraft studies because they’re useful AF:
The Seven Sisters of Sleep- Mordecai Cooke
The Watkins Dictionary of Symbols-Jack Tresidder
Mythology- Edith Hamilton
The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Wildflowers
The Greek View of Life- G. Lowes Dickinson
The Calm and Cozy Book of Sleep- Beth Wyatt
RD Home Handbooks: Herbs- Lesley Bremness
PDR for Herbal Medicines First Edition
The Book of Signs- Rudolf Koch
Other Occult Related Books:
The Satanic Bible- Anton Szandor LaVey
The Satanic Rituals- Anton Szandor LaVey
Quantum Freedom: Divine Embodiment- “The Spirit Collective” Channeled by Katherine D. Caulfield (I’m deadass, that’s what’s on the book cover)
Mythology Books:
The Odyssey-Homer
The Iliad- Homer
New LaRousse Encyclopedia of Mythology
Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods and Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes- Rick Riordan (Not even remotely sorry lmao)
Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes- Cory O’Brien
The Argonautica- Apollonius Rhodius
The Theogony- Hesiod
#if you're gonna be trash in my inbox you'll find out ver quickly what I do with trash#wander's library#witchcraft#witchblr#resources#books#witchy books
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The National Garden should be composed of statues, including statues of Ansel Adams, John Adams, Samuel Adams, Muhammad Ali, Luis Walter Alvarez, Susan B. Anthony, Hannah Arendt, Louis Armstrong, Neil Armstrong, Crispus Attucks, John James Audubon, Lauren Bacall, Clara Barton, Todd Beamer, Alexander Graham Bell, Roy Benavidez, Ingrid Bergman, Irving Berlin, Humphrey Bogart, Daniel Boone, Norman Borlaug, William Bradford, Herb Brooks, Kobe Bryant, William F. Buckley, Jr., Sitting Bull, Frank Capra, Andrew Carnegie, Charles Carroll, John Carroll, George Washington Carver, Johnny Cash, Joshua Chamberlain, Whittaker Chambers, Johnny “Appleseed” Chapman, Ray Charles, Julia Child, Gordon Chung-Hoon, William Clark, Henry Clay, Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain), Roberto Clemente, Grover Cleveland, Red Cloud, William F. “Buffalo Bill” Cody, Nat King Cole, Samuel Colt, Christopher Columbus, Calvin Coolidge, James Fenimore Cooper, Davy Crockett, Benjamin O. Davis, Jr., Miles Davis, Dorothy Day, Joseph H. De Castro, Emily Dickinson, Walt Disney, William “Wild Bill” Donovan, Jimmy Doolittle, Desmond Doss, Frederick Douglass, Herbert Henry Dow, Katharine Drexel, Peter Drucker, Amelia Earhart, Thomas Edison, Jonathan Edwards, Albert Einstein, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Duke Ellington, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Medgar Evers, David Farragut, the Marquis de La Fayette, Mary Fields, Henry Ford, George Fox, Aretha Franklin, Benjamin Franklin, Milton Friedman, Robert Frost, Gabby Gabreski, Bernardo de Gálvez, Lou Gehrig, Theodor Seuss Geisel, Cass Gilbert, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, John Glenn, Barry Goldwater, Samuel Gompers, Alexander Goode, Carl Gorman, Billy Graham, Ulysses S. Grant, Nellie Gray, Nathanael Greene, Woody Guthrie, Nathan Hale, William Frederick “Bull” Halsey, Jr., Alexander Hamilton, Ira Hayes, Hans Christian Heg, Ernest Hemingway, Patrick Henry, Charlton Heston, Alfred Hitchcock, Billie Holiday, Bob Hope, Johns Hopkins, Grace Hopper, Sam Houston, Whitney Houston, Julia Ward Howe, Edwin Hubble, Daniel Inouye, Andrew Jackson, Robert H. Jackson, Mary Jackson, John Jay, Thomas Jefferson, Steve Jobs, Katherine Johnson, Barbara Jordan, Chief Joseph, Elia Kazan, Helen Keller, John F. Kennedy, Francis Scott Key, Coretta Scott King, Martin Luther King, Jr., Russell Kirk, Jeane Kirkpatrick, Henry Knox, Tadeusz Kościuszko, Harper Lee, Pierre Charles L’Enfant, Meriwether Lewis, Abraham Lincoln, Vince Lombardi, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Clare Boothe Luce, Douglas MacArthur, Dolley Madison, James Madison, George Marshall, Thurgood Marshall, William Mayo, Christa McAuliffe, William McKinley, Louise McManus, Herman Melville, Thomas Merton, George P. Mitchell, Maria Mitchell, William “Billy” Mitchell, Samuel Morse, Lucretia Mott, John Muir, Audie Murphy, Edward Murrow, John Neumann, Annie Oakley, Jesse Owens, Rosa Parks, George S. Patton, Jr., Charles Willson Peale, William Penn, Oliver Hazard Perry, John J. Pershing, Edgar Allan Poe, Clark Poling, John Russell Pope, Elvis Presley, Jeannette Rankin, Ronald Reagan, Walter Reed, William Rehnquist, Paul Revere, Henry Hobson Richardson, Hyman Rickover, Sally Ride, Matthew Ridgway, Jackie Robinson, Norman Rockwell, Caesar Rodney, Eleanor Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Theodore Roosevelt, Betsy Ross, Babe Ruth, Sacagawea, Jonas Salk, John Singer Sargent, Antonin Scalia, Norman Schwarzkopf, Junípero Serra, Elizabeth Ann Seton, Robert Gould Shaw, Fulton Sheen, Alan Shepard, Frank Sinatra, Margaret Chase Smith, Bessie Smith, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Jimmy Stewart, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Gilbert Stuart, Anne Sullivan, William Howard Taft, Maria Tallchief, Maxwell Taylor, Tecumseh, Kateri Tekakwitha, Shirley Temple, Nikola Tesla, Jefferson Thomas, Henry David Thoreau, Jim Thorpe, Augustus Tolton, Alex Trebek, Harry S. Truman, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Dorothy Vaughan, C. T. Vivian, John von Neumann, Thomas Ustick Walter, Sam Walton, Booker T. Washington, George Washington, John Washington, John Wayne, Ida B. Wells-Barnett, Phillis Wheatley, Walt Whitman, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Roger Williams, John Winthrop, Frank Lloyd Wright, Orville Wright, Wilbur Wright, Alvin C. York, Cy Young, and Lorenzo de Zavala.”
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histórias afro-atlânticas [afroatlantic histories]
29/06/2018 - 21/10/2018
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eleita pelo new york times a melhor exposição do ano de 2018
eleita pela artnews a terceira melhor exposição da década
catálogo da exposição indicado ao prêmio jabuti
curadoria [curatorial project]
adriano pedrosa, artur santoro, ayrson heráclito, hélio menezes, leonardo antiqueira, lilia moritz schwarcz, matheus araújo e tomás toledo.
histórias afro-atlânticas apresenta uma seleção de 450 trabalhos de 214 artistas, do século 16 ao 21, em torno dos “fluxos e refluxos” entre a áfrica, as américas, o caribe, e também a europa. a exposição parte do desejo e da necessidade de traçar paralelos, fricções e diálogos entre as culturas visuais dos territórios afro-atlânticos—suas vivências, criações, cultos e filosofias. é importante levar em conta a noção plural e polifônica de “histórias”; esse termo que em português (diferentemente do inglês) abrange tanto a ficção como a não ficção, as narrativas pessoais, políticas, econômicas, culturais e mitológicas. essas histórias possuem uma qualidade processual, aberta e especulativa, em oposição ao caráter mais monolítico e definitivo das narrativas tradicionais. nesse sentido, a exposição não se propõe a esgotar um assunto tão extenso e complexo, mas antes a incitar novos debates e questionamentos, para que as histórias afro-atlânticas sejam reconsideradas, revistas e reescritas.
artistas
aaron douglas / abdias nascimento / ad junior, edu carvalho e spartakus santiago / adenor gondim / agnaldo manoel dos santos / agostinho batista de freitas / agostino brunias / albert eckhout / albert huie / alberto henschel / alexander "skunder" boghossian / alfred weidinger / alfredo volpi / aline motta / alma thomas / alphonse garreau / andré cypriano / andy warhol / anita malfatti / antonio bandeira / antonio gomide / antônio obá / antônio parreiras / antônio rafael pinto bandeira / archibald j. motley / arthur bispo do rosário / arthur timótheo da costa / augustus earle / babalu / barbara jones‑hogu / barrington watson / bauer sá / beauford delaney / belmiro de almeida / ben enwonwu / benny andrews / blair stapp / bruno baptistelli / cameron rowland / candido portinari / canute caliste / captain stedman / carlos moraes / carlos vergara / carybé / castagnez pierre / castera bazile / celina / charles landseer / chico tabibuia / cícero dias / coletivo de artistas de cachoeira / cristofano dell’altissimo / cyprien tokoudagba / dalton paula / david driskell / david miller senior / dicinho / dimitri ismailovitch / dirk valkenburg / disbrow & few photographers / djanira da motta e silva / dumile feni / edinízio ribeiro primo / edna manley / edouard antoine renard / edsoleda santos / elisa larkin nascimento / ellen gallagher / ellis wilson / emanoel araujo / emiliano di cavalcanti / emma amos / emory douglas / enrique grau araújo / ernest crichlow / ernest mancoba / eustáquio neves / faith ringgold / felix beltran / félix émile taunay / félix farfan / flávio cerqueira / flávio gomes / françois auguste biard / françois désiré roulin / françois froger / frans post / frederico guilherme briggs / frente 3 de fevereiro / gary simmons / gaspar gasparian / george valris / gerard sekoto / gilberto de la nuez / gilberto hernández ortega / glauber rocha / glenn ligon / hank willis thomas / heitor dos prazeres / henry chamberlain / howardena pindell / hyacinthe rigaud / ibrahim el‑salahi / ibrahim mahama / iracy hirsch / isaac mendes belisario / ismael nery / j. cunha / jacob lawrence / jacques arago / jaime colson / jaime lauriano / james phillips / janaina barros / jaime fygura / jean chauffrey / jean‑baptiste debret / joão cândido da silva / joaquim lopes de barros / johann moritz rugendas / john biggers / john wood / jorge henrique papf / josé alves de olinda / josé correia de lima / josé gil de castro / josé segura ezquerro / joshua reynolds / juan roberto “diago” durruthy / juana borrero / juarez paraíso / julien vallou de villeneuve / kara walker / lasar segall / loïs mailou jones / luiz braga / lula cardoso ayres / lynette yiadom‑boakye / mallica “kapo” reynolds / manuel mendive / manufatura de gobelins / marc ferrez / marcus rainsford / marepe / maria auxiliadora / mariano de zuñiga y ontiveros / mário cravo júnior / marius‑pierre / le masurier / martinho patrício / maurício simonetti / maxwell alexandre / mcpherson & oliver / mestre didi / mídia ninja / militão augusto de azevedo / moisés patrício / nadia taquary / nina chanel abney / no martins / noemia mourão / nona faustine / norman lewis / octávio araújo / osmond watson / pascale marthine tayou / paul cézanne / paul harro‑harring / paulo nazareth / pedro américo / pedro figari / philip thomas coke tilyard / pierre verger / radcliffe bailey / rafael borjes de oliveira / rafael rg / ram geet / ramiro bernabó / rené portocarrero / revert henry klumb / richard bridgens / rigaud benoit / roberto burle marx / rodolpho lindemann / rogério reis / romare bearden / rosana paulino / rosina becker do valle / rubem valentim / samuel raven / sénèque obin / seydou keïta / sheila pree bright / sidney amaral / solomon nunes carvalho / sonia gomes / tatewaki nio / theaster gates / theodor kaufmann / theodore géricault / thomas jones barker / tiago sant’ana / titus kaphar / toyin ojih odutola / uche okeke / uzo egonu / vicentina julião / victor meirelles / victor patricio landaluze / victoria santa cruz / vincent rosenblatt / walter firmo / wifredo lam / william henry johnson
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adam mccarthy / jared padalecki
adolfo villanueva / miguel herran
aidan riordan / jamie dornan
alasdair macmillan / james mcavoy
amelia mckinnon / chris pratt
anderson watts / ricky whittle
andrew holland / armie hammer
asher de rouvroy / dacre montgomery
atticus selwyn / matthew noszka
aurora de rouvroy / chris hemsworth
austin radwell / brant daugherty
benji salazar / froy gutierrez
bradley harrington / zac efron
cain woodhouse / jon bernthal
carlos castilla / alfonso herrera
carter fawcett / james wolk
casper st clair / kj apa
cedric st clair / richard madden
chad maddock / matt barr
charity st clair / kj apa
cheyenne rivers / gavin leatherwood
clint montgomery / murray bartlett
cole macintyre / joe dempsie
colin fleetwood / ryan kwanten
connor fleetwood / william moseley
conrad st clair / michael fassbender
corinna sharp / noah centineo
cormac riordan / colin o'donoghue
cyrus patel / avan jogia
damian dent / finn wittrock
daphne macnamara / chris evans
darcy lockhart / shawn mendes
david chambers / mitchell hope
dean o'callaghan / derek theler
derek o'callaghan / max thieriot
desiree delavergne / charles michael davis
dmitri markov / tom hardy
dominic king / michael b jordan
dorian van dyke / grant gustin
drake summers / cheyenne jackson
duke collins / dwayne johnson
duncan riordan / chris wood
dustin greer / jeremy jordan
elliot burke / sebastian stan
emily riordan / josh dallas
emmett rabnott / aaron tveit
ernest mccarthy / mark ruffalo
ethan fletcher / jacob elordi
evan anthony / luke mitchell
ezra adler / adam brody
felix castilla / alberto rosende
finn sheridan / sean maguire
fletcher o'bryen / taron egerton
flynn maguire / tom holland
frank harrington / jeffrey dean morgan
gareth dearborn / luke evans
garrett khan / zayn malik
gemma bertinelli / beau mirchoff
george hamilton / david harbour
gianni mantovani / dj cotrona
grace zhao / charles melton
graham o'gorham / ben affleck
gregory dobbs / richard harmon
guinevere abbott / matt bomer
harvey frost / Alex Fitzalan
hayden granger / matthew morrison
henry chamberlain / john krasinski
holden cavanaugh / miles heizer
ian mccluskey / dustin milligan
isabella castilla / miguel angel silvestre
jackson platt / gregg sulkin
jakob stark / john barrowman
jared buchanan / andrew lincoln
jasper bertinelli / nico tortorella
jeremy leighton / zachary levi
jeremy wallace / robert downey jr
julian maxwell / david ramsey
justin antwhistle / casey cott
kenneth o'malley / nick zano
killian sheridan / niall horan
kyle armstrong / scott eastwood
lana talbot / ryan reynolds
lance harville / charlie hunnam
lars nystrom / mike vogel
leopold zielinsky /aaron taylor-johnson
lewis birch / hunter parrish
lincoln teller / jai courtney
linus von essen / joseph morgan
lloyd llewellyn / ian bohen
logan preece / elliot fletcher
lucas west / brandon routh
lucas west / brandon routh
lucrezia de vitis / joe manganiello
lydia pryde / tom ellis
magnus nystrom / dominic sherwood
malcolm brant / dylan mcdermott
marcel de rouvroy / justin hartley
marina grimaldi / justin baldoni
markos apostolidis / theo james
marshall dunbar / michael evans behling
martin abercrombie / penn badgley
matthew fell / dan stevens
max fleming / dylan o'brien
micah rybinski / ross lynch
miles sheppard / dylan minnette
nate rockwell / ben mckenzie
nicolas de rouvroy / logan shroyer
noah benson / liam payne
nolan o'shea / casey deidrick
oliver hawkins / brett dalton
owen lee / markiplier
parker penn / jason ralph
patrick talbot / jason ralph
percival snow / daniel gillies
peter rabnott / robert buckley
peyton summers / cody christian
phillip mccann / paul rudd
piper macnamara / colton haynes
preston macnamara / oliver stark
quentin radcliffe / thomas doherty
quinn o'callaghan / gus kenworthy
rafael cortez / mark consuelos
ramon rosales / oscar isaac
raymond voltoni / milo ventimeglia
reynard payne / rome flynn
roderick macnair / david tennant
roger madison / hugh jackman
romeo grimaldi / nick jonas
roscoe royale / keiynan lonsdale
rowan summers / tyler blackburn
ryan kingsleigh / charlie puth
scott maguire / jake gyllenhaal
sean prewett / tyler hoechlin
sebastian luczynski / antoni porowski
solomon zimmerman / daniel sunjata
sophia platt / henry cavill
stefan nystrom / alexander skarsgrd
sullivan tate / rob kazinsky
teddy farley / wolfgang Novogratz
tim anderson / bob morley
todd salazar / josh segarra
tristan zhao / ross butler
ulysseus khan / rahul kohli
valentino cortez / tyler posey
vicente cortez / michael trevino
victoria fawley / stephen amell
vijay balaji / manish dayal
vishal balaji / arjun gupta
warren vablatsky / matt czuchry
willa rabnott / chace crawford
winston wilcox / charlie cox
wyatt stretton / steven r mcqueen
xavier brady / amadeus serafini
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Man's Impact on the Environment
Caerlaverock Castle
Caerlaverock National Nature Reserve
Dumfries, Scotland, UK
Caerlaverock Castle (from "caer laverock", "lark castle") is a moated triangular castle first built in the 13th century. It is located on the southern coast of Scotland, 11 kilometres (6.8 mi) south of Dumfries, on the edge of the Caerlaverock National Nature Reserve. Caerlaverock was a stronghold of the Maxwell family from the 13th century until the 17th century when the castle was abandoned. It was besieged by the English during the Wars of Scottish Independence, and underwent several partial demolitions and reconstructions over the 14th and 15th centuries. In the 17th century, the Maxwell's were created Earls of Nithsdale, and built a new lodging within the walls, described as among "the most ambitious early classical domestic architecture in Scotland". In 1640 the castle was besieged for the last time and was subsequently abandoned. Although demolished and rebuilt several times, the castle retains the distinctive triangular plan first laid out in the 13th century. Caerlaverock Castle was built to control trade in early times.
Today, the castle is in the care of Historic Scotland and is a popular tourist attraction. It is protected as a scheduled monument.
The present castle was preceded by several fortifications in the area: a Roman fort on Ward Law Hill and a British hill fort that was in use around 950.
The earliest mention of the lands of Caerlaverock is around 1160, when they were granted to the monks of Holm Cultram Abbey. Around 1220 Alexander II of Scotland granted the lands to Sir John Maxwell, making him Warden of the West March. Sir John Maxwell also served as Chamberlain of Scotland from 1231–1233, and began work on the first castle at Caerlaverock. This castle was square in shape and was one of the earliest stone castles to be built in Scotland. It had a moat with a bridge facing north. Only the foundations and remains of a wooden enclosure around it remain.
This early castle may have been incomplete when it was abandoned in favour of a rock outcrop some 200 metres (660 ft) to the north. It was here that Sir John's brother Sir Aymer Maxwell began construction of the present castle. Sir Aymer also served as Chamberlain in 1258–1260, and was Justiciar of Galloway in 1264. In the 1270s the "new" castle was completed, and Herbert Maxwell, nephew of John Maxwell, occupied it.
When the moat around the second castle was dug, the quarrying was probably a source of building stone for the castle. While the gatehouse stands on natural rock, the rest of the castle was built on a clay platform created especially for the castle.
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Agnes Stewart- some random notes on her career and a bit of a rant about her relationship with Margaret Tudor
I have to make yet another correction of a minor but common mistake littered in accounts of Margaret Tudor’s career, and though this isn’t a particularly coherent post I had to set some things straight anyway.
Agnes Stewart, was the last of James IV’s definite known mistresses, not ‘Isabel’. It was Agnes who was the mother of Janet Stewart, Lady Fleming, later governess to Mary Queen of Scots and mistress of Henri II of France, who, btws, was likely born no earlier than 1508 and probably much later, not on 17th July 1502 as wikipedia incorrectly has it (that’s probably Janet Kennedy’s second kid). She was the only one of James IV’s mistresses to begin her relationship with the king after his marriage (though his relationship with Janet Kennedy had continued after August 1503, it’s unclear if she became pregnant by him again after giving birth to her third child later that year).
Agnes was, however, still a daughter of James Stewart, Earl of Buchan, and thus granddaughter to Joan Beaufort- this made her first cousin once removed to James IV, and second cousin of Margaret Tudor’s father Henry VII. She was illegitimate, but Agnes and her siblings were children of Buchan’s long-term recognised mistress Margaret Murray, and had certain inheritance rights and status.
(A later sixteenth century depiction of Joan Beaufort, queen of Scots, Agnes Stewart’s paternal grandmother)
Because the Treasurer’s Accounts cut out at an inconvenient point in 1508 till 1510, we don’t have much direct information about her relationship with the king, and her presence at court is very sparsely documented, except for a few early mentions of Agnes and her sisters at court in 1507-8. However, in the record of cloth given out as gifts at New Year, Agnes appears among several of the queen’s household, notably just after Margaret Tudor’s loyal attendant Mistress Denton, and though it might be a tad ambiguous I’d say she was probably one of the ladies of the queen, and quite a prominent attendant at that. We don’t know how Margaret reacted to her husband’s relationship with Agnes, though it wasn’t wholly private. There was a spate of royal grants to members of Agnes’ family throughout 1510 and 1511, and on 24th April 1511 Agnes herself was granted ward of all the possessions that had passed into the king’s hands after the death of her half-brother the Earl of Buchan, while she was also granted the surplus of the Crown’s rents in the barony of Auchterhouse the same year. She does not appear back at court when the accounts resume in 1511, but it would probably have been difficult to fully disguise James’ relationship with her, given the level of favour shown to her family members, and her previous position in attendance on the queen. Their child is not recorded as being raised at court though- aside from the fact that Janet was probably born in 1510 or 1511 and therefore was only a toddler when her father died, all of James’ other illegitimate daughters seem to have remained in the care of their mothers (though their father took responsibility for things like arranging marriages)- except Margaret, whose mother had died, and who was therefore raised in luxury at court.
Agnes’, relationship with the king likely ended by late August 1511, when she was married off to Adam Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell, by whom she had one son, young Patrick. Patrick Hepburn became 3rd Earl of Bothwell after Agnes’ husband died at Flodden only two years into their marriage- so there’s yet another correction, contrary to what it says in the Letters and Papers of Henry VIII (and copied by Maria Perry), the earl of Bothwell was NOT Agnes’ uncle, but her young son, and Janet Stewart’s younger half-brother.
(Portrait of a man often identified as James IV- but if so it’s probably his most flattering portrayal)
There is another note to be had here the title of earl or countess of Bothwell is SEPARATE to that of ‘lady Bothwell’, which was the way that another of James IV’s mistresses, Janet Kennedy, was commonly addressed. This is because some decades back the Hepburns, who became earls of Bothwell, had given up the actual Bothwell castle to the Earl of Angus, Janet Kennedy’s former lover, who granted it to her, and James IV confirmed this when she became his mistress. So Janet Kennedy was ‘lady Bothwell’ by possession of castle of that name, but Agnes was Countess of Bothwell as she had married the man who held the title earl. But sometimes English commentators got mixed up so the sources can be confusing if you don’t have any context- and that will be covered more in a moment.
After Flodden, Agnes soon married again, rather hastily to Alexander, Lord Hume in June of 1514 at Crichton Castle, (fun note, the Earl of Angus’ second countess Katherine Stirling had had an illegitimate child with Hume a couple of years before- it really was a very small society). After this marriage- and her two subsequent marriages- however, she was still usually referred to as Agnes Stewart, Countess of Bothwell.
(Crichton Castle, seat of the earls of Bothwell and scene of Agnes Stewart’s second marriage to Lord Hume. Not my picture)
This means that yes, the ‘Lady Bothwell’ who was with Margaret Tudor in Morpeth during that particularly straitened Christmas of 1515, a few months after the queen had fled across the border, was Agnes Stewart, probably her former lady-in-waiting, and definitely her husband’s ex-mistress. Not Janet Kennedy, another of James IV’s mistresses and the actual Lady Bothwell- as I said, English commentators sometimes used Scottish titles wrong. She was most likely there since her husband, Lord Hume, was also in exile for having fallen out with Albany, and they were also accompanied by Margaret Tudor’s husband Angus (the younger one, not the one discussed above), and the English Lord Ogle and Lady Musgrave. This may therefore have been a gathering that was as much politically necessary as personally congenial, but there’s really no evidence that Margaret was interested in spiting the Countess of Bothwell when she had so few allies as it was, and certainly I can’t imagine why Patricia Buchanan has her rubbing Agnes’ face in it by parading around in the dresses recently sent to her by Henry VIII. Overall we seriously don’t KNOW enough about the emotions involved in Margaret and Agnes’ relationship- or even Margaret’s thoughts on her first husband’s extramarital relations in general- to come to any kind of conclusion, so it seems a bit stupid to me that Margaret’s biographers assume that she would go out of her way to spite the wife of one of her major allies (who was also a substantial landowner in her own right)...
(This got longer than I expected so more below the cut)
(If anything the one mistress we know Margaret DID kick up a fuss over was the earl of Angus’ relationship with Jane Stewart of Traquair. Conveniently she was Agnes’ niece and also descended from the Beauforts- as I say it was a small society. Either way though, that was a few years in the future).
Some months before this Christmas meeting, when Margaret Tudor was handing over the keys of Stirling to Albany in 1515, Hume had been busy fortifying Fastcastle. At this point it appears that Agnes still had possession of her son the earl of Bothwell, despite her remarriage (though she was not tutor). This state of affairs didn’t last for long- in 1517, Albany made her give up Bothwell to la Bastie, and he was later taken to France after la Bastie’s murder. Agnes later complained bitterly about this to the privy council- again she had technically remarried so it’s debatable over whether she should have had control of her five year old son anyway, but it does seem clear that she was not exactly trusted by Albany to have possession of an important earl. By this point Agnes had also lost her second husband, again after only two years of marriage, Alexander, Lord Hume having been executed by Albany in 1516. Agnes had had one daughter by Hume, another Janet, bringing her up to a total of three children in all.
(Probably the most famous portrayal of Margaret Tudor, from the seventeenth century portrait by Daniel Mytens)
She still continued to bear the title Countess of Bothwell, and would do so for decades. In the early 1520s she married again, to Robert, Lord Maxwell (she is not to be confused with his father’s wife, Agnes Stewart of Garlies). In 1520 Margaret Tudor granted a lease of various lands in the Ettrick Forest to ‘our well-beloved cousiness, Agnes Stewart, Countess of Bothwell’ (with the pemission of her husband Angus). This looks to have been a private act, rather than Margaret acting for her son the king, so while it may just have been another example of the ordinary traffic in lands among the Scottish nobility, it must remain interesting as one of Margaret’s recorded private actions. Maxwell would increasingly lean towards Margaret’s faction in the 1520s but it it was a period of complex politics and shifting allegiances so I hesitate to read too much into this. For her own part, Agnes had made a third marriage to a prominent and powerful nobleman on the Borders, and in her person- and through her children- she stood at the centre of several important family networks in the region, as the dowager Countess of Bothwell and mother to the current Earl; as the widow of Lord Hume; as the sister of several other lesser nobles in the Borders such as James Stewart of Traquair and Elizabeth, Lady Hume of Cowdenknowes; as the wife of Lord Maxwell, warden of the West March; and, from 1523, as mother-in-law to Lord Fleming through the marriage of her daughter Janet Stewart (half-sister herself to King James V).
Agnes was primarily responsible for arranging the match between her daughter Janet and Malcolm Fleming, the new chamberlain, and in later years a favoured counsellor of his brother-in-law James V. Agnes is also mentioned alongside her husband in quite a few grants under the great seal, and in later years both Maxwell and Agnes seem to have remained high in James V’s favour even when Agnes’ son Patrick, Earl of Bothwell, was definitely in the bad books (one thing I’m not sure gets enough attention is that when Maxwell and Fleming later took control of the earl of Bothwell’s lands on the king’s orders, they weren’t just any nobles, but Bothwell’s stepfather and brother-in-law respectively). Agnes didn’t officially receive letters of legitimation until the minority of Mary Queen of Scots though, in the year 1552, when she must have been at least around sixty (this was also a year after her elder daughter had a son by the French king and was sent home by the way). She also, in her later years, made a fourth marriage, to Cuthbert Ramsay, the captain of Crichton Castle, which had been in her possession since the reign of James IV forty years earlier, and had been the scene of her second marriage to Hume.
(This is just a brief sketch, there are other references to her. One of my favourite glimpses of Agnes in her later years is when a letter to her son-in-law Lord Fleming in 1543, during the complex politics of Mary Queen of Scots’ early minority, mentions in passing that “...my lady Bothwell your good mother and the good wives of Edinburgh are all good Scots women and say stoutly that they shall supply you [Fleming] so far as they may…”. Which is a slightly frightening prospect if you ask me and I would not like to have been Fleming’s enemies if Agnes Stewart and all the good wives of Edinburgh were assisting the other side.)
This is not meant to be a comprehensive overview of Agnes’ career, but just a bit of a rant about yet another bunch of details that are wrong or overexaggerated in the mixed bag of biographies of Margaret Tudor that have been half-heartedly produced over the decades. What we do basically know about Agnes is that she apparently played a very active role in family politics, marriage negotiations, and land transactions, that she bore three children by different fathers- two of whom were apparently ‘fair’ and had pretty adventurous careers- that she was accorded a considerable degree of respect among the noblewomen of Scotland, and that she does come to have come into contact with Margaret Tudor at several key points in her life. Which is still fascinating, if extremely under-documented- we just don’t need to assume anything about the emotions of the people involved and can still extract some interesting information from the few sources we have.
I’ve not referenced this because, as I say, this isn’t actually giving the full run-down of Agnes’ career, just a rant based on some (though not all) of the things I came across in my dissertation. But if there’s anything anyone’s confused about or wants the particular source for, ask.
#Agnes Stewart Countess of Bothwell#Margaret Tudor#Updating an old post#Seriously the analysis of Margaret Tudor's career needs to go way beyond the petty emotions assigned to her#by authors who haven't done their research on Scottish history and want to focus on the same old- mostly false- stories#In order to sell popular history books about 'Henry VIII's sisters'#But this is an old rant#We all know my opinions on the sorry state of historical writing about Margaret Tudor
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20 May 2021
Australian Interior Design Awards 2021 Shortlist
Australian Interior Design Awards 2021
The highly anticipated 2021 Australian Interior Design Awards shortlist has been announced, with 190 projects recognised for excellence in interior design.
As Australia’s eminent design program, the industry-based awards acknowledge the exceptional interior design work produced across the residential, commercial and public sectors, both domestically and internationally.
Delivered by the Design Institute of Australia (DIA) and Architecture Media’s Artichoke magazine, the 2021 campaign marks the awards’ eighteenth year, and a return to the regular program following the successful execution of the first-ever digital broadcast in 2020.
The jury, made up of some of the countries most esteemed interior designers, noted that this year’s shortlist highlighted the ingenuity of Australia’s design community, with featured practices embracing the challenges presented by the pandemic, resulting in a transformation of traditional typologies that reject the ways of the past for something entirely new.
The 2021 jury, convened by Geraldine Maher, Director of Geraldine Maher Design, includes:
• Madeleine Blanchfield, Director, Madeleine Blanchfield Architects (NSW)
• Caroline Diesner, Principal, Hassell (QLD)
• Ryan Genesin, Director, Genesin Studio (SA)
• Yasmine Ghoniem, Principal, YSG (NSW)
• Patrick Kennedy, Founding Director, Kennedy Nolan (VIC)
• George Livissianis, Founder, George Livissianis (NSW)
• Rachael McCarthy, Studio Director, Bates Smart (VIC)
• Adele Winteridge, Founding Director, Foolscap Studio (VIC)
The full list of final award recipients will be presented at the Awards Announcement Dinner, which will be held at the Hyatt Regency in Sydney on Friday, 3 September 2021.
Burgmann Anglican School – Early Learning Centre:
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2021 SHORTLIST
Residential Design
Adam Kane Architects for Barwon Heads House, Victoria
ADDARC for Toorak Residence, Victoria
Alcorn Middleton for Walan Apartment, Queensland
Alexander and Co for Spotted Gum House, New South Wales
Architecton for Moonee Ponds Residence, Victoria
Architects EAT for Bellows House, Victoria
Architects Ink for Margie’s Dream, South Australia
Arent and Pyke with Luigi Rosselli Architects for La Casa Rosa, New South Wales
Arent and Pyke with Polly Harbison Design for Garden House, New South Wales
Arent and Pyke with Vitale Design for Queens Park House, New South Wales
AVID Alice Villella Interior Design with Cera Stribley Architects for Myvore House, Victoria
Beatrix Rowe Interior Design and Pop Architecture for South Yarra 01, Victoria
Biasol Studio for Scalpellino House, Victoria
Carole Whiting Interiors and Whiting Architects for Peace Project, Victoria
Carr for Peninsula House, Victoria
Cera Stribley and McCluskey Studio for Tess’ House, Victoria
Conrad Architects for Toorak Garden Residence, Victoria
Conrad Architects for Middle Park Residence, Victoria
Design Office for The Carringbush Hotel, Victoria
DKO Architecture for Alexander St, New South Wales
Eastop Architects for Chenier, Victoria
Eastop Architects for Eastbourne, Victoria
Fiona Lynch Interior Design Studio for Ottawa House, Victoria
Flack Studio for Potts Point, New South Wales
Flack Studio for Middle Park, Victoria
Flack Studio for Maxwell, Victoria
Fox Johnston for SRG House, New South Wales
Fox Johnston for Whale Beach House, New South Wales
Jackson Clements Burrows Architects for Divided House, Victoria
Kennon Architecture and Interiors for Packington, Victoria
Killing Matt Woods for Four Ages, New South Wales
KPDO for White House, Victoria
KPDO for Art House, Victoria
Kyra Thomas Architects for Queens Park House, New South Wales
Martin J Scott Design for Berwick Residence, Victoria
Mathieson Architects for Kirribilli Apartment, New South Wales
Matt Gibson Architecture and Design for Fitzroy Bridge House, New South Wales
McKimm Design for Sussex House, Victoria
Myers Ellyett for Evelyn, Queensland
Myers Ellyett for Harcourt, Queensland
Megan Hounslow in collaboration with Neil Architecture for Netherby House, Victoria
O’Connor and Houle Architecture and Landscapes for Oliver Lane Apartment, Victoria
Pohio Adams Architects for Fairweather, New South Wales
Powell and Glenn for Canopy House, Victoria
Renato D’Ettorre Architects for K House, New South Wales
Sam Crawford Architects for Annandale Terrace, New South Wales
Skulptur Architecture & Interiors for Toorak Town Residence, Victoria
Splinter Society Architecture for Colonnade House, Victoria
Studio AEM for Inside Outside House, New South Wales
Studio Bright for 8 Yard House, Victoria
Studio Esteta for Mornington Peninsula House, Victoria
Studio Four for Cunningham Street Residence, Victoria
Studio Prineas for Bona Vista, New South Wales
Templeton Architecture for Sussex House, Victoria
Therefore for Richmond House, Victoria
Tobias Partners for Bronte Terraced House, New South Wales
Tom Mark Henry for Wahroonga House, New South Wales
Travis Walton Architecture for Carlton North Residence, Victoria
Williams Burton Leopardi for Walkerville Residence, South Australia
Wrightson Stewart for Hendra Project, Queensland
ACMI Renewal:
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Residential Decoration
Arent and Pyke for Garden House, New South Wales
Arent and Pyke for Hue House, New South Wales
Arent and Pyke for La Casa Rosa, New South Wales
Arent and Pyke for Queens Park House, New South Wales
AVID Alice Villella Interior Design for Myvore House, Victoria
Chelsea Hing for Emerald Terrace, Victoria
Doherty Design Studio for Toorak House, Victoria
Esoteriko for Bunker in the Treetops, New South Wales
Flack Studio for Middle Park, Victoria
Hare and Klein for Woollahra Valley House, New South Wales
Louise Walsh Interior Design for Mona Lane, New South Wales
Lucy Bock Design Studio for Williamstown Residence, Victoria
Martin J Scott Design for Berwick Residence, Victoria
Matt Gibson Architecture and Design for Fitzroy Bridge House, Victoria
Nickolas Gurtler Interior Design for RDG Residence, Victoria
Pohio Adams Architects for Fairweather House, New South Wales
Skulptur Architecture and Interiors for Toorak Town Residence, Victoria
Studio AEM for Inside Outside House, New South Wales
The Mercy Centre Mater Private Hospital Townsville:
photo : Andrew Rankin
Hospitality Design
Agents of Architecture for Farmer’s Daughters, Victoria
Alexander and Co for Harbord Hotel, New South Wales
Amok for Agnes, Queensland
BAR Studio for Park Hyatt Niseko Hanazono, Japan
Bates Smart for Hilton Melbourne Little Queen Street, Victoria
Bergman and Co for Poodle Bar and Bistro, Victoria
Biasol Studio for Billie Buoy, Victoria
Chris Connell Design for Hero ACMI, Victoria
Derlot Group for Ping Pong Thai Restaurant, Queensland
Design Office for Byrdi, Victoria
Fiona Drago Architect for First Love Coffee, Victoria
Fiona Lynch Interior Design Studio for CicciaBella, New South Wales
Foolscap Studio for 1R Australia, Victoria
Genesin Studio for Never Never Distillery, South Australia
Genesin Studio in collaboration with Walter Brooke for ITL, South Australia
Genesin Studio in collaboration with Walter Brooke for SOL Bar and Restaurant, South Australia
Greg Natale Design in collaboration with PTID for Cotton On Wellness, Victoria
Hecker Guthrie for Maddox Fit, Victoria
Hecker Guthrie and Walter Brooke for EOS By SkyCity, South Australia
Jackson Clements Burrows Architects for Mercedes-Benz Lifestyle, Queensland
Kennon Architecture and Interiors for Citizen Snack Bar, Victoria
Loop Creative for Sydney Tower Projects, New South Wales
Luchetti Krelle for The Upper, Japan
Platform by Design Office for Industry Beans Brisbane, Queensland
Proto-Tipo for No. 179, Victoria
Ritz and Ghougassian for Prior, Victoria
Sans-Arc Studio for Bloom, South Australia
Setsquare Studio, Chamberlain Architects and Hearth Studio for Sense of Self Bathhouse, Victoria
Studio Gram for Hotel Indigo, South Australia
Wall Architects for Meet Fresh, Victoria
Woods Bagot for The Next Hotel, Melbourne, Victoria
YSG for Four Pillars – Eileen’s Bar and Gin Laboratory, New South Wales
YSG for Atomic Beer Project, New South Wales
Installation Design
Becoming You Exhibition Project Team for Becoming You: An incomplete guide, Victoria
BoardGrove Architects for NGV Triennial 2020 Outdoor Pavilions, Victoria
BVN: Re-Ply for Re-Ply: NeueHouse Longhouse, USA
Enoki and Alison Currie and Australian Dance Theatre for Of All Things, South Australia
Fiona Lynch Interior Design Studio for 80 Collins, Victoria
Liminal Spaces for The Bleeding Tree, Tasmania
Russell and George for Sarah and Sebastian, Victoria
Scott Carver in collaboration with Artists in Motion for Sydney Opera House Tours Immersive Digital Experience, New South Wales
Studio Plus Three for The Nicholson Galleries, Chau Chak Wing Museum, New South Wales
Sydney Living Museums with collaborating practice Local Projects for Hyde Park Barracks Visitor Experience, New South Wales
Thylacine Design for Penguin Parade Visitor Centre, Victoria
Thylacine Design for Western Australian Museum (Boola Bardip), Western Australia
Youssofzay and Hart for No Show, New South Wales
Zwei Interiors Architecture for Citizen.MDW, Victoria
Rouse Hill Childcare, New South Wales:
photo : Ross Honeysett
Public Design
Alexandra Kidd Design for Cheltenham Early Education Centre, New South Wales
BKK Architects and Razorfish for ACMI Renewal, Victoria
Bury Kirkland Ferri with Gilby and Brewin Architecture for Spring Bay Mill – The Banksia Room, Tasmania
CO-AP Architects for Rouse Hill Childcare, New South Wales
Cox Architecture for Equine Education Centre at Willinga Park, New South Wales
Cox Architecture for Burgmann Anglican School – Early Learning Centre, Australian Capital Territory
Cox Architecture, Neeson Murcutt and Neille for Project Discover, New South Wales
Kosloff Architecture for La Trobe University Library Bendigo, Victoria
Peddle Thorp for The Mercy Centre, Mater Private Hospital Townsville, Queensland
Studio Jigen for Yakult Visitor Centre, Victoria
Spring Bay Mill – The Banksia Room, Tasmania:
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Retail Design
Akin Atelier for Camilla and Marc Armadale, Victoria
Hecker Guthrie for Piccolina Degraves Street, Victoria
Hecker Guthrie for Piccolina Hardware Lane, Victoria
Hecker Guthrie for Piccolina Swan Street, Victoria
Herbert and Mason in Collaboration with Grown Alchemist for Grown Alchemist, Victoria
INK interior architects for AHW Studio, New South Wales
Kennon Architecture and Interiors for Joey Scandizzo Salon, Victoria
Latitude Group and Studio Massive for SBB, Victoria
Loop Creative for Locali, New South Wales
MADA Studio for Men’s Culture, New South Wales
Russell and George for Sarah and Sebastian, Victoria
Skeehan Studio for Canberra Glassworks, Australian Capital Territory
Studio Griffiths for KTT Showroom, Victoria
TA Square Architects for Kurimu The Glen, Victoria
We Are Triibe and Future Studio for Dimes Cannabis, Toronto, Canada
Woods Bagot for Sculptform, Victoria
YSG for Four Pillars – Gin Shop, New South Wales
Workplace Design
3XN with NH Architecture for 600 Bourke Place Lobby, Victoria
A1 Office for Clevertronics, Victoria
Akin Atelier for INCU HQ, New South Wales
Alexander and Co for Alexander House, New South Wales
Architects EAT for Alfred Stables, Victoria
Bates Smart for Publicis Groupe at Workshop, New South Wales
Hayball for Melbourne Studio, Victoria
BVN for Yarpa Indigenous Business and Employment Hub, New South Wales
Carr for Norton Rose Fulbright Melbourne, Victoria
Carr for MinterEllison Melbourne, Victoria
Carr for Lander and Rogers Melbourne, Victoria
Cox Architecture for Agile Workplace, New South Wales
Cox Architecture for Transurban Workplace, Queensland
Davenport Campbell for The Foundry – CBA at South Eveleigh, New South Wales
Elenberg Fraser for Market Lane, Victoria
Esoteriko for Dental Clinic: Brave New World, New South Wales
Fitzpatrick and Partners Architects for F+P Studio, New South Wales
Foolscap Studio for ANZ Centre, L10, Victoria
Gray Puksand for The Hester Hornbook Academy, Victoria
Greg Natale Design in colloboration with PTID for Cotton On Beckley, Victoria
Grimshaw for 35 Collins Street, Victoria
Group GSA for Chanel, New South Wales
Hassell for Langdon Coffee Merchants, Victoria
Hogg and Lamb for McConaghy Projects, Queensland
Native Design Workshop for Victoria Arduino Experience Lab, Victoria
Pierce Widera for Core Performance Physiotherapy, Victoria
Pixel Architecture for Young Group Collins Street Office, Victoria
Powell and Glenn for Gurner Head Office, Victoria
Siren Design for The Commons Cremorne, Victoria
Smart Design Studio for Smart Design Studio, New South Wales
Studio Jigen for Yakult Visitor Centre, Victoria
Those Architects for Aje Office, New South Wales
Travis Walton Architecture for Caulfield North Office, Victoria
Tzannes for Judith Neilson Institute for Journalism and Ideas, New South Wales
Unispace for QIC Melbourne, Victoria
Woods Bagot for Goodman – The Hayesbery, New South Wales
Woods Bagot for Central Park Lobby, Western Australia
Woods Bagot for SLR Consulting Sydney
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Berikut Skuad Lengkap dan Para Pemain Baru dari 16 Besar Liga Champions
Pendaftaran pemain untuk babak 16 Besar Liga Champions 2019/2020 sudah ditutup. UEFA pun sudah melakukan verifikasi dan menetapkan daftar pemain yang bisa bermain di babak 16 Besar.
Real Madrid melakukan sedikit perombakan. Marco Asensio masuk dalam skuad. Pemain berusia 24 tahun tidak masuk dalam skuad di fase grup. Walau belum sembuh 100 persen, dia mulai menjalani latihan.
Borussia Dortmund, sesuai dengan aturan baru, mendaftarkan Erling Braut Haaland. Walau sudah bermain untuk FC Sazlburg di fase grup, Haaland bisa bermain untuk Dortmund. Emre Can juga masuk skuad.
Juventus membuat kejutan dengan tidak mendaftarkan Merih Demiral untuk babak gugur. Padahal, pemain berusia 21 tahun tersebut tampil bagus di Serie A. Sebagai gantinya, Juventus mendaftarkan bek senior Giorgio Chiellini.
Simak daftar lengkap skuad klub 16 Besar Liga Champions di bawah ini ya Bolaneters.
Atalanta
Penjaga Gawang: Francesco Rossi (31), Marco Sportiello (57), Pierluigi Gollini (95)
Belakang: Rafael Tolói (2), Mattia Caldara (3), José Luis Palomino (6), Lennart Czyborra (7), Robin Gosens (8), Berat Djimsiti (19), Timothy Castagne (21), Hans Hateboer (33)
Gelandang: Adrien Tameze (5), Remo Freuler (11), Marten de Roon (15), Ruslan Malinovskyi (18), Josip Iličić (72), Mario Pašalić (88)
Penyerang: Luis Muriel (9), Alejandro Gómez (10), Duván Zapata (91)
Pemain Keluar: Andrea Masiello, Guilherme Arana, Roger Ibañez, Simon Kjær
Atletico Madrid
Penjaga Gawang: Antonio Adán (1), Jan Oblak (13)
Belakang: José María Giménez (2), Santiago Arias (4), Renan Lodi Renan Lodi (12), Stefan Savić (15), Felipe (18), Mario Hermoso (22), Kieran Trippier (23), Šime Vrsaljko (24), Manuel Sánchez (35)
Gelandang: Thomas (5), Koke (6), Saúl Ñíguez (8), Thomas Lemar (11), Marcos Llorente (14), Héctor Herrera (16), Vitolo (20), Yannick Carrasco (21)
Penyerang: João Félix (7), Álvaro Morata (9), Ángel Correa (10), Ivan Šaponjić (17), Diego Costa (19)
3 dari 16
Barcelona
Penjaga gawang: Marc-André ter Stegen (1), Neto (13), Iñaki Peña (26)*, Arnau Tenas (36)*
Belakang: Nélson Semedo (2), Gerard Piqué (3), Clément Lenglet (15), Jordi Alba (18), Samuel Umtiti (23), Junior Firpo (24), Guillem Jaime (32)*, Ronald Araújo (33), Dani Morer (35)*, Sergio Akieme (39)
Gelandang: Ivan Rakitić (4), Sergio Busquets (5), Arthur (8), Sergi Roberto (20), Frenkie de Jong (21), Arturo Vidal (22), Ricard Puig (28)*, Álex Collado (30)*, Ferrán Sarsanedas (34)
Penyerang: Luis Suárez (9), Lionel Messi (10), Ousmane Dembélé (11), Antoine Griezmann (17), Ansu Fati (31)*, Hiroki Abe (37), Kike Saverio (38), Rei Manaj (41)
Pemain Keluar: Jean-Clair Todibo, Moussa Wagué, Carles Aleñá, Carles Pérez (27), Abel Ruiz (29)
*Pemain daftar B
Bayern Munchen
Penjaga gawang: Manuel Neuer (1), Sven Ulreich (26), Christian Früchtl (36)*, Ron-Torben Hoffmann (39)*
Belakang: Álvaro Odriozola (2), Niklas Süle (4), Benjamin Pavard (5), Jérôme Boateng (17), Lucas Hernández (21), David Alaba (27), Lars Lukas Mai (33)
Gelandang: Thiago Alcántara (6), Javi Martínez (8), Philippe Coutinho (10), Mickaël Cuisance (11), Leon Goretzka (18), Alphonso Davies (19), Corentin Tolisso (24), Sarpreet Singh (28), Joshua Kimmich (32), Oliver Batista Meier (34), Joshua Zirkzee (35), Daniels Ontu?āns (40)*
Penyerang: Robert Lewandowski (9), Ivan Perišić (14), Serge Gnabry (22), Thomas Müller (25), Kingsley Coman (29)
Pemain Keluar: Ryan Johansson, Jann-Fiete Arp
*Pemain daftar B
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Day 87 of 365 Photo Challenge. Caerlaverock Castle is a moated triangular castle first built in the 13th century. It is located on the southern coast of Scotland, 11 kilometres (6.8 mi) south of Dumfries, on the edge of the Caerlaverock National Nature Reserve. Caerlaverock was a stronghold of the Maxwell family from the 13th century until the 17th century when the castle was abandoned. It was besieged by the English during the Wars of Scottish Independence, and underwent several partial demolitions and reconstructions over the 14th and 15th centuries. In the 17th century, the Maxwells were created Earls of Nithsdale, and built a new lodging within the walls, described as among "the most ambitious early classical domestic architecture in Scotland". In 1640 the castle was besieged for the last time and was subsequently abandoned. Although demolished and rebuilt several times, the castle retains the distinctive triangular plan first laid out in the 13th century. Caerlaverock Castle was built to control trade in early times. Today, the castle is in the care of Historic Environment Scotland and is a popular tourist attraction. It is protected as a scheduled monument. The present castle was preceded by several fortifications in the area: a Roman fort on Ward Law Hill and a British hill fort that was in use around 950. The earliest mention of the lands of Caerlaverock is around 1160, when they were granted to the monks of Holm Cultram Abbey. Around 1220 Alexander II of Scotland granted the lands to Sir John Maxwell, making him Warden of the West March. Sir John Maxwell also served as Chamberlain of Scotland from 1231–1233, and began work on the first castle at Caerlaverock. This castle was square in shape and was one of the earliest stone castles to be built in Scotland. It had a moat with a bridge facing north. Only the foundations and remains of a wooden enclosure around it remain. This early castle may have been incomplete when it was abandoned in favour of a rock outcrop some 200 metres (660 ft) to the north. #365photochallenge #photooftheday #photography #castle #caerlaverockcastle #historical #oldbuilding #historicscotland #Scotland #scotsmag #visitscotland (at Château de Caerlaverock) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvkPrWBD4C1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h8xjfxsyyv7m
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Gunthir's Memory
This is a short story set in the world of one of my WIPs. I wrote this for @inklings-challenge for the Inklings Christmas Challenge. It clocks in at just under 4800 words. I do apologize for going over, but since only the people in my writing group are familiar with Giants Among Us, I needed to put in a lot of explanatory text. Hopefully, it does well to explain strange aspects of the story without being burdensome.
This was fun to do because it finally gave me an opportunity to do some worldbuilding with my giant race and work on the nature of magic, and bring some history to a story taking place in the far future.
This takes place in another world and contains themes of hope and future reconciliation. I guess that keeps me within Team Tolkein. Being partly a war story, it contains some violence and death, but it is by no means Mortal Kombat graphic.
Story after the break.
Sophie hummed a cheerful tune as she strung a line of tiny mushroom charms on the Christmas tree to complement the many jewels and baubles already hanging from its branches. Tonight, she was the honored guest of the giantess Sigrid, a well-respected figure among the denizens of downtown Chrysanthemum. Her residence took on a mythical quality after being one of the few buildings to survive unscathed after Vignt’s attack the summer before. Viewable through the living room window and across the street, Le Petit Fleur, where Sophie once worked, still lay in ruin since its owner perished in that attack. This was as close as Sophie dared come to that cafe.
“Are those mushrooms?” Sigrid asked with a confused look on her face. “They hardly look like it.”
Sophie anticipated this. She rummaged through her sack of decorations and pulled out a preserved baby portobello mushroom. It was roughly the same size and shape as the ceramic charms. She pulled a charm off of its string and brought it and the mushroom to the giantess.
“Here,” she said as she placed the charm in one huge hand and the mushroom in the other. Sigrid closed her hands and felt the objects in each, her kind, wrinkly face producing more wrinkles in her concentration. The crystal focus between her eyes sparked briefly: a sign of delight. Her eyes lit up as if to confirm this, and she laughed.
“You humans are so crafty! They look nothing alike to me, but they feel like the same shape. How wonderful!”
Sophie understood. Ever since the day she ate a sliver of the rare legendary mushroom, tuber magicae, she saw the leylines on top of her normal sight. Giants like Sigrid saw the leylines with the aid of their focus, a crystalline organ that grows out of their forehead just above and between their eyes. They couldn’t see the material shape of things like humans do, only their leylines, a form of energy difficult to detect. The charm was a simple, spiky bright blue shape, very much like the natural earth. The little preserved mushroom was an alien knot of lines full of colors. Most giants found the products, especially the artificial reproductions, of humanity to be a delightful puzzle, just as humans are mystified at the magic giants can produce through their understanding and manipulation of the leylines.
Sigrid returned the items to Sophie, who returned the charm to its string and the mushroom to its bag. She pulled out another string of mushroom charms, these shiitake, and placed it around the tree.
Nearby, a grandfather clock solemnly struck seven o’clock. What street lamps were repaired lit up outside, as did colorful lights. Some decorated old homes, stalwarts who survived and stayed the course. Some were new lights decorating rebuilt homes, flashing brightly in defiance. Some decorated unfinished repairs and ruins, a gaudy tribute to the fallen.
“Just an hour to go,” Sigrid said.
“Until what?”
“We sing.”
“You mean that really happens?”
“Of course, dear. Not all rumors are false. Do your people not sing carols at Christmas? You have so many!” Sigrid lit up in delight again. “Oh, I so enjoy your carols! I do miss Jotunheim, but you humans keep things so lively for little old me. Ah, and this year, our song should be special for you.”
“How so? Isn’t it just ‘O Come, O Come, Emmanuel’?”
“Yes, dear, but it has significance for the Jotunn. How shall I explain this? Oh! I know!”
Sigrid stood up from her chair. Seated, she seemed like a somewhat larger version of someone’s old grandmother. Now, she stood erect at nine feet tall. The high ceiling of this building was for circulating air, but it also served as a comfortable living space for one aptly called giant. Sophie, at a mere four and a half feet tall in her mid-twenties, seemed like Sigrid’s young grandchild in comparison.
“I need to get a blanket and stoke the fire. See the star on the tree? Please get it.”
On other trees, stars were the centerpiece crown. On this tree, it was a simple affair of thin silver wire. In fact, the wire seemed too thin to hold any shape, and there was barely any wire present, yet Sophie could see it was teeming with energy. Sophie reached gently for the star, and it was her turn to gasp in delight. The wire held its shape because the air around it wasn’t air but a completely transparent crystal. It glowed at her touch, but it was heavy, and it soon filled her with a sense of unease. Behind her, Sigrid returned with a large blanket arranged in a small comfy chair. The stoked fire produced a warm, comfortable flame.
“Sit here,” Sigrid said. Sophie sat down carefully as she attempted to process her awe and dread. She noticed a little movement on the right side of the star. A single leyline dangled free, seemingly disconnected from the rest of the star.
“You already noticed it. Good. If you can see them, you can move them. It’s just a matter of concentration. Focus your sight on the dangling line, feel it like you feel your spirit.”
Sophie stared hard at the star, then closed her eyes and shook her head. That wasn’t the right way. She breathed deeply and slowly until she felt a sense of calm, and then she opened her right eye, the one blinded by acid. Now, she only saw the leylines. She reached her fingers for the lone, dangling line, concentrating on its feel, and touched it. She gasped again, excitement welling up within her. Soon, her fingers passed through the line.
“No!” she said. She slowed her breathing and tried to return to a calm state, now more difficult because she did something new and amazing. Sigrid, behind her, sang a quiet tune. Sophie latched on to that and calmed herself. She opened her right eye again, reached for the dangling line, and got a hold of it again. She carefully placed the dangling end back to where it should go. A sudden shock jolted her. The star flashed brightly, blinding her vision.
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Sophie looked around her, but it wasn’t her body. She was a giant, and she was surrounded by other giants. She looked all around her, unable to control her actions. She tried to speak, but nothing happened. Whatever this giant was doing, she could do nothing but watch. Was this a dream, perhaps?
All around, buildings burned and fell to ruin. Bodies lined the streets. They appeared to be on the outskirts of some city. Just over a hill was something glowing a dark purple. Sophie’s giant host and the others around her hid behind trees and rocks. The air was thick with fear. A distant shriek gathered everyone’s attention. Sophie’s host quickly spotted the source: a disgusting worm-like creature stood on its spindly legs on what was left of a roof. It brandished its claws in a clear pattern as it screeched. It then spoke words as alien as it out of its toothy mouth. Several more appeared around the building, all of them facing right where the giants tried to hide.
“Gunthir!” one of the giants shouted.
“I see them!” Sophie’s host replied. “We need to make a run for it!”
“But they’ll catch some of us…” said another.
“Aye, some of us will die if we run for it. But all of us will die if we stay,” Gunthir said. Tired grunts acknowledged his wisdom.
Summoning the last of their strength and will, the group leapt to their feet and sprinted toward the dark purple beyond the hill. Even faster were the strange creatures pursuing them. It was clear they would be overtaken by the time they crested the hill. They would not make it to safety in time. Still, the giants ran with everything they had.
Two of the elderly giants, having reached their limits, stopped and turned to face their foe. They grabbed a fistful of leylines and yanked, erecting walls from the earth.
“Father! No–” cried a young giantess. Gunthir grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.
“I am sorry, but do not let their sacrifice be in vain,” he said. She fought her tears and kept running. She dared not look back even as the worm beings tore the wall down and devoured the pair. It bought them precious seconds, and it may have been enough.
The group crested the hill and descended to what appeared to be some sort of purple hole in the fabric of reality. Two elderly giants flanked the hole and strained to keep it active. A small company of soldiers guarded them. Many of them sported hastily bandaged wounds. Some were missing limbs. None of them were in any shape to fight. Despite this, they readied their weapons as the group charged for the portal. The few who could not hold a weapon any longer did what they could to encourage the group forward and help them through it.
The soldiers surrounded the group just in time to engage their enemy. The civilians panicked and stepped over each other to get through the portal. Gunthir stopped short and helped the wounded soldiers get people up and through. The defenders, brave and valiant, fought hard but were too exhausted to put up much resistance. They were quickly torn down.
“GO!” demanded a soldier missing an arm and half another as he threw himself as a shield to the worms. Gunthir picked up the last of his group and jumped into the portal. Time and space seemed to both compress and expand as a chaos of sight and sound surrounded him. It was overwhelming and disconnecting. Was this real? Did he die?
Suddenly a new forest came into view. It was dark except for the light of the portal situated in the middle of a clearing. Giants crying out of pain, whether physical or emotional, surrounded him, but it was calmer, unhurried. Their enemies did not exist here, wherever here was.
“Gunthir,” said an elder giant flanking the portal. “Are there any more coming?”
“No,” Gunthir said. “Nobody else is coming. The Shrill, they’re…” He choked up. This was his first opportunity in days to rest. His body refused to work on adrenaline now that it wasn’t needed.
“We’ll close the portal. Please rest. We will need your leader–”
A shrill scream and a wicked claw emerged from the portal.
The trees came alive as giants regained their vitality and ran as far from the portal as fast as their bodies would allow. Gunthir looked around for a sword, stick, rock, or anything weaponlike.
“Get back, Gunthir!” the giant said. “We have to close the portal NOW!”
“I’ll hold them off so you can do it safely,” Gunthir replied.
“There is no time!” The old giant removed an arm from the portal, which visibly wavered and tried to collapse. He weaved force into the leylines and threw the young giant out of the clearing. For one moment, they locked eyes.
“Live,” the old giant said.
As Gunthir flew into the trees, the elder giants let go of the portal, causing it to collapse on itself. The resulting explosion killed everything within the clearing and ten feet into the trees. Gunthir landed just outside that radius.
Gunthir’s adrenaline kicked in once more. He stood up and raced back to the clearing. A few seconds was all his body could give him, though. He collapsed onto the ground in a heap of sobs. A chorus of lament joined him throughout the forest. For what seemed like hours, he lay on the ground and grieved. He could not move any longer. His body was completely worn from running. There weren’t many here in the forest with him. Was this all that escaped Asgard?
A light touch on his back restored a modicum of strength to his body. Gunthir looked up. A young giantess in tattered robes, her face as tear-stricken as his, looked down upon him.
“Mayor,” she said. Gunthir instinctively looked down at this beard and grabbed the large beads that held its braids into place. There were three beads of semi precious stones: opal, jade, and alexandrite. These beads, in that order (top to bottom on a male’s beard, left to right on a female’s necklace), marked the office of Mayor, the leader of a community of any size. It was a high office that garnered tremendous respect. Gunthir’s community was over ten thousand strong. They spent a week fleeing to the nearest portals, always getting just cut off at just the last moment until this final portal. In their flight, their numbers dwindled considerably. Only twenty made it to safety if it could be called that.
“I am that, aren’t I,” he said.
“The leylines are different here, but I’ve given you what strength I can,” she said.
“I…thank you,” he said. In the following silence, he covered his face and shook it, hoping she was an illusion. When he let his hands down, she was still there.
“I can’t,” he said. “I don’t think…”
“Please, we need you,” she said.
“Most of my people are dead.”
“Most of everybody is dead.”
“Aye.” He wiped the tears from his face. “What’s your name, lass?”
“Brunhild.”
“Brunhild. Will you advise me?”
She stepped back with a flash of green from her focus. A sign of surprise.
“Mayor, I couldn’t possibly–I’m just a nurse.”
“But you’re convincing to do my job in the middle of our despair, and most of our people are dead. So will you advise me?”
“I’ll do my best,” she stammered.
“Thank you, Advisor. I wouldn’t ask for anything more. What is being done now?”
“The wounded,” she said. “We set up a triage center nearby. We need help gathering them.”
“That’s a good start.” Gunthir stood up, dusted himself off, and cleared his throat.
“Jotunn! Hear me now! I am Gunthir, Mayor of Burnside! I invoke the right of my office over this gathering! Is there anyone who dares challenge my right or my office?”
All around, the laments lapsed into silence. Several giants approached the charred clearing, some limping, some sporting cuts and other minor injuries, and several in surprisingly good health. From them, a giantess stepped forward. If Sophie were physically present, she would have gasped. It was a much younger Sigrid.
“I am Sigrid, temporary Mayor of the camp below. I yield my authority to you, Gunthir.”
Gunthir regarded her for a moment.
“Will you advise me?”
“Of course, Mayor.”
“Join Brunhild at my side, Advisor.”
Sigrid nodded and joined them. After a few moments, another stood forward.
“Gunthir of Burnside, there are none who challenge you. Lead us well!”
The gathered giants raised their fists, as did some of those laying on the ground.
“Gunthir! Gunthir! Gunthir!” they chanted. Gunthir held up his hands to quiet the assembled.
“The wounded! Get the wounded to triage! If you are of able body, help the one who is not. Do not let any more of our people die!”
The assembled issued a loud grunt of assent and carried out their assigned task. Gunthir and Sigrid joined in the manual labor as Brunhild used her healing gifts, shaky as they were, for first aid. Gunthir had never seen so much blood and gore even during his flight to the portal. Many had slashed abdomens from Shrill attacks. Some were missing limbs. Some were missing entire portions of their body from the explosion. He could not get the image of a child screaming while snuggling a severed hand, the only part that was left of her mother, out of his head.
Sigrid instructed Gunthir in all the intelligence she was able to gather before his arrival. The portals to escape the Shrill were all erected hastily and all possibly lead to new worlds. There was no way to tell how many worlds now contained Jotunn, much less if they were all safe to inhabit. This assumed that none allowed any Shrill through. This world was at least inhabitable and even a little similar to Asgard, but it didn’t appear to have any other people around. There were no signs of civilization anywhere.
“This world seems familiar. It almost feels like Midgard,” she reported.
“Midgard? The little people? Humans?” How long had it been since he’d been there? Almost everyone who went to university spent time there causing trouble for its inhabitants. Sophie would gasp again if she could. What did the giants have to do with Old Earth?
“There’s no sign of them, and this place does feel a little different from that. The leylines are far more natural.”
“Oh,” he said. “That’s a shame. We could use their help, I think, and perhaps a little familiarity.”
“We couldn’t possibly go out playing gods again,” she objected.
“I wouldn’t think of it. We need friends, not supplicants,” he said.
After several hours of work, the wounded were gathered into the makeshift triage camp receiving care. Several giants wearily stood guard, while the rest slumped up against trees or lay on the ground for much-needed sleep. Gunthir wanted to do the same, but a new issue came to his attention.
“I found something you should see,” Brunhild said. She led him through the forest. For the first time, he took notice of his surroundings. It was a pine forest, and many of the trees were healthy and tall. They probably went undisturbed for centuries aside from whatever wildlife lived here. If there were animals around, the giants likely scared them off with all the ruckus they brought. He said a silent prayer of forgiveness. Soon, they arrived at Brunhild’s discovery.
“Look,” she said, pointing to a small pine tree, about six feet tall. It was a healthy tree, but it would not be for long. A charred rock, unmistakably from the portal clearing, was lodged deep into the trunk, and it was nearly cut off.
“It’s…a Christmas tree,” he muttered.
“Aye, Mayor, just like what they use in Midgard,” she said.
“What day is it over there?”
“I think it’s somewhere at the end of their year. December 24, I think.”
He did some mental calculations as the Midgardian and Asgardian calendars were nearly the same.
“I think you’re right, Advisor. Get someone to finish the job here and have it taken to the camp. As soon as we have rested a few hours, we should transport everyone we can there.”
“Aye, Mayor,” she replied.
A few hours had passed when the sun rose from the east. A solemn caravan, bolstered by the short rest, processed through the forest back to the camp with the healthy and slightly wounded carrying those worse off. Through Gunthir’s leadership, only five more perished through the night. Already, the camp underwent clearer organization about where people could sleep, heal, and work.
The pine tree discovered earlier rested in the center of the camp. What tiny bit held on to the stump and roots were cleanly cut off. A mound of dirt and rocks held it in place. Several whispered about the tree, especially those who at one time or another journeyed to Midgard. Were there humans around? Would they ever be able to see them again? The only ones among this group who could approach the ability to create portals were the ones who let the one collapse and explode to prevent the Shrill from invading. They were cut off from home as much as anywhere else.
Gunthir said nothing. Rather, he pulled the beads from his beard and ripped a strip of cloth from his shirt. He strung the beads, tied the cloth into a loop, and placed the makeshift ornament upon a branch of the tree. Several giants gasped. Of course. This is what the little people did. One by one, they gathered around the tree and placed ornaments upon it: valued trinkets, jewelry, some pretty rocks around the camp, anything to spruce up the dying tree. By nightfall, the tree was near overflowing with decoration, a memorial to their lost Asgard, to their lost civilization, and to their fallen.
Gunthir studied the tree. The top remained unadorned. Everyone knew the humans placed an angel or a star on top, but there was nothing around that would suffice, or even the materials to craft one. A tug at his shirt brought his attention below to a child. It was that girl, and she still clung to the severed hand of their mother. She pulled off a magnificent ruby ring from the hand and held it up as she dropped the hand. Gunthir shed a tear as he took the ring and nodded. With a motion, he weaved a hole into the earth and buried the hand. Then he approached the tree.
He took the ring and tried to fit it on the tree. The ring fit around the top branch, but the wood would not bend enough to let him tie it around the ring and secure it, nor was there enough room to use any cloth or string.
“Do we have a botanist?” he called out.
“Aye, mayor,” a young giant answered. She left her group to join Gunthir at the tree and studied it for a few moments. Then she lifted her hands and gingerly picked at leylines all around the tree, carefully rearranging them so that they connected to the tree’s main trunk. Little by little, the branches drooped a little lower and a few needles fell off. A small swell of tree formed in the trunk, which she guided to the top branch. She then pulled a few more lines at that branch so that it grew a couple of inches. She carefully bent the lines further and caused the growth to form a hook perfect for the ring to become the tree’s star.
“Well done, botanist,” Gunthir said. “You are quite skilled.”
“Thank you, mayor,” she replied, bowing before returning to her group.
Gunthir again weaved the leylines and produced a small light. He inserted it into the ruby of the ring, bathing the tree and everyone around in a soft red glow. He knew it should be a white light, but somehow this seemed to be fitting. At least, nobody bothered to question it. He weaved again, and again, and again still. Smaller lights adorned different jewels and jewel-like baubles on the tree until it was a radiant sight to behold. After he lit the last ornament, he stepped back to allow everyone to view it. By this time, the sun had fully set, and the camp was lit solely by this tree.
For several moments, the camp was silent aside from the muffled cry and sniffle. Gunthir did not know what to say or to whom he should pray, but a song the humans sang seemed appropriate, so he cleared his throat and sang.
O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall ransom captive Israel
As he progressed through the verse, the camp slowly joined in until everyone sang. They marched through each verse as new rounds of lament and sobs erupted. Together, they mourned. Together, they celebrated Christmas.
As the song wore on, Gunthir felt strength leaving his body. Those nearby caught him. They brought out a cot, lowered him gently onto it, and started carrying him to the infirmary. As the song completed, he fell asleep.
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Sophie drew a sharp breath. She felt as if she hadn’t breathed in ages. Gunthir’s memories flooded through her in some twisted form of recap that merged with her own. The portal exploded near Le Petit Fleur. Giants of old and customers of last summer were shredded by the impact of the exploding portal, Vignt’s bombs, and the storefront glass. She lay on the floor, guarded by the front counter, as the severed hand of the giant mother fell next to her followed by the head of her boss, which had just been cleanly removed from his body by a large shard of glass, the life quickly fading from his eyes.
In a quick, fluid motion, Sigrid grabbed the small trash can next to her easy chair and placed it under Sophie, who grimaced with indecision. Should she scream? Cry? Vomit? Faint? As she was already halfway bent over the trash can, her body chose the third option. Sigrid stroked Sophie’s short, maroon as she spoke comforting words to the young woman. Vomiting turned to dry heaving, and when her body could not do that any longer, Sophie fell back into her blanket pile and cried.
Sigrid held her guest closely and slowly rocked her until she calmed down. She pulled a nearby couch sheet off its seat and weaved some moisture out of the air and into the cloth. She gently washed Sophie’s face with it.
“I am so sorry, my dear,” she said. “I had no idea Gunthir’s memory would affect you so.”
“It was fine, but then it got mixed with the shop and the bombs, and…and…”
“You are in the present now. Gunthir has long passed. Vingt is not here.”
“How…how are you…?” Sophie gestured incomprehensibly, but Sigrid nodded.
“Some of us are blessed or perhaps cursed with long lifespans. That is a story we don’t have time for tonight.”
“What about those worm beings?”
“Worm beings?”
“They killed everything…”
“Oh. Did you see the Shrill? As a human does?”
Sophie nodded slowly.
“Oh, my. That’s very interesting. We have so much to talk about! But, first, we need to get to the rooftop. It will be time to sing soon. Oh, and don’t you worry about the Shrill. They haven’t been seen since the portal exploded.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s almost 7:45.”
“But, the memory lasted…” Sophie tried to count the hours on her fingers.
“Funny things, memories and dreams. They don’t seem to care about the passage of time. Now, up with you. Let’s get to the roof.”
Sigrid helped Sophie up. The young woman took a few unsteady steps before gaining confidence that she would not become sick again. Sigrid wrapped a cardigan around her for the chill night and handed Sophie her coat. The two left the building and climbed up the exterior ladder to the roof. They were three stories high, which commanded a good view of Chrysanthemum’s downtown and nearby neighborhoods. They had a clear view of the large, sparkling Christmas tree standing majestically in the middle of the city square. Sigrid weaved a small, ruby light in her hands. Other ruby lights appeared, sporadically dotting the city rooftops. There were not many giants in Chrysanthemum, being a human city, but there were more than Sophie thought.
“The humans call this planet Paradigm because the paradigms and promises that led them to migrate from Earth meant nothing when the Federation crash landed. The few that survived were forever cut off from their people, and they may not have if we Jotunn had not already been here. We, too, have an unkind name for this planet: Purgatorio. We are paying for our sins here. Funny enough, though we secretly meddled with your people and treated you as little more than curiosities and experiments, humans have been our greatest source of hope. Even now, amid this damned war, we believe in you.”
Sigrid watched as Sophie absorbed this, and then she faced the city Christmas tree and sang.
O come, o come, Emmanuel…
The faint voices of the other giants joined hers as they sang in lament and hope. The familiar song never felt so alien, and yet it wasn’t all that different than before.
Rejoice! Rejoice! …
As they reached that, the sporadic voices seemed to grow louder. No, they weren’t getting louder. There were more voices. In the streets below, out of open windows, and climbing on rooftops with candles and lanterns were humans joining in song with the giants, carrying their laments, mourning their losses, and carrying hope for salvation both now and for the future. Sophie wept and joined her voice with the city’s.
Some movement below caught her eye. Patrolling the street was the Rose Company. It was rare to see her friends fully uniformed and armed. Captain Miller held up his hand to order a halt. While they, too, sang, Alex produced a small wreath from his pack and placed it on the ruins of Le Petit Fleur. When the wreath was in place, Alex rejoined the formation, and Captain Miller ordered them to march forward.
Sophie nodded. She needed to restore and reopen the cafe. Her cafe.
#giants among us#sophie rose beauchene#sigrid#maxwell alexander chamberlain#inklingschallenge#inklingschristmaschallenge#theme: hope#theme: reconciliation
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History of British Radio
The science of radio
Michael Faraday was the individual who developed electromagnetic theories from 1831 to 1857. Additionally in 1864, James Clerk Maxwell predicted that radio waves exist. Furthermore , in 1887 Heinrich Hertz produced the first man-made radio waves using ‘Spark-Gap’ transmitter.
Nikola Tesla experimented with a diverse range of electromagnetic principles and this provided an insight towards the science of radio, this information allowed David Hughes to invent the microphone in 1880. Further on, in 1894 a technical device called the ‘Coherer’ was invented by Sir Oliver Lodge which was created to detect radio waves, a predecessor of the electronic valve method of detection.
The creation of radio
Guglielmo is often credited with the creation of radio in the early Twentieth Century, however his team of highly educated colleagues shouldn’t go unnoticed, in particular a Russian scientist named Alexander Stepanovich Popov.
October 1922 was the birth of British radio coming with the formation of the British Broadcasting Company. This includes General Electric and the Marconi Company, which had developed the first experimental radio station, 2MT. 2MT was an experimental radio station and was the first radio broadcasting to be initiated in the United Kingdom, in addition, this station was run by Guglielmo Marconi.
The origins of BBC Radio
The British Broadcasting was formed after having attempted to thwart Marconi’s attempts to create a public radio for some time. This was executed on 18 October 1922 by a group of wireless manufacturers including the famous individual Marconi. Daily broadcasting began in Marconi’s studio located in London, on 14 November. Moreover, John Charles Walsham became the General Manager of BBC on 14 December 1922.
By the mid 1920’s programmes from the BBC could be received by the majority of the population.
Originally the BBC oversaw a network of local, separate stations, which were connected to London by telephone links and ‘simultaneously broadcasting’. The focus of these broadcasts was very much on showcasing local talent. As the Company became a Corporation, the local stations were gradually replaced by the ‘Regional Scheme’.
The BBC came into use during the critical time upon the declaration of war. The British Prime Minister at the time, (Neville Chamberlain) announces on the BBC Home service that Britain is at war with Germany.
The BBC’s first broadcasting show was BBC radio 1, following with the introduction of three more stations. BBC home was first aired in 1939 which is now presently known as BBC radio 4. On the 29 July 1945 BBC light was first aired and it now branded as BBC radio 2. Concluding with BBC radio third being released on the 29 September 1946 which is now commonly known as BBC radio 3.
In the 1920s, when radio was introduced as the first electronic mass communications medium, it was unrivalled both in immediacy and audience figures. It could also claim to be the mass medium of the Second World War. For instance, BBC radio was listened to by over 70 per cent of the British population during Winston Churchill's audience appeals in 1941 and 1942 (cf. Tunstall 1983: 111).
Whilst today nobody would seriously question that radio is still the fastest medium able to almost instantly informing us about the latest developments on earth, no one would doubt either that, for the majority in Western countries, television has long replaced radio as the main source of news.
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The Mushroom Girl (1st Draft)
Well, it’s about time to bring some writing over. I will do this slowly as I have time. Most of these will need extensive work done.
This piece features Sophie Rose Beauchene, the daughter of a successful book publisher. What she wants in life is not what her parents want for her.
Sophie tore through her wardrobe. She had many fine dresses. Some were made with lace, some made of fine silk, and others simply works of master tailoring. For a special occasion such as today, they may as well have been sackcloth. Clad only in underwear, she pulled out different tops and bottoms and modeled them in the mirror. She discovered many combinations for future engagements, but nothing worked as she wanted. The one outfit she needed was nowhere to be found, and everything else was far too formal and pricey. She finally found a pair of slacks and a shirt with soft pink and white stripes. It looked like leisurewear for afternoon tea. It was the best she could do. She sighed like a drunk war veteran.
“Mademoiselle?” came a knock at the door.
“What?” she called out.
“Are you dressed yet? It’s been two hours. Your breakfast is cold.”
“I’m almost ready, Francine,” she said.
“Very good. I will inform your mother. She is getting impatient,” Francine reported.
Sophie sighed again. There would be another lecture for wasting her time. She couldn’t help it if she didn’t have all she needed to make a good impression. Those impressions were important. They led to opportunities. Her father was very careful to teach her that. Even at age ten, it wasn’t too early to start making those good impressions. So what if it took hours to get this right? It was time well-spent. Only, she couldn’t find the right outfit for their visitor, so the time was wasted anyway. She could already imagine Madame Beauchene’s lady-like irritation rolling out of her mouth. Sophie punched the wardrobe with a childish grunt.
She was halfway into a follow-up kick when something in the back dislodged and fell to the wardrobe’s floor. She made a little skeptical squeal as she reached for the tardy garment. This was it. This is what she was searching for. She grabbed the pink-striped shirt and modeled it with the newfound pair of overalls. Perfect! With this, she would be ready for mushroom hunting at a moment’s notice. Given the new mushroom section in the estate garden and the varieties of fungi growing around the mansion grounds, surely there would be an opportunity to do a hunt with their guest, the brilliant Dr. Mario Girvin, mycologist.
Within minutes, she emerged from her room in her preferred outfit with her maroon hair hastily brushed. She grazed over her cold breakfast like a starved horse, going for the fruits, pastries, anything that was already in small pieces. She smothered a neatly folded napkin with her face, threw it back on the tray with an overly ceremonious show of grace and refinement, and ran down the hall still chewing on a strawberry.
Madame Beauchene stood dutifully outside the study. Her elegant, professional dress suggested a different sort of meeting than Sophie expected. Adding to this hunch was a large scowl dominating her powdered face.
“Sophie!” she hissed. “Look at you! Francine…”
The maid, who was standing nearby, promptly produced a handkerchief. Madame Beauchene yanked it into her possession, licked it, and scrubbed her daughter’s face while Francine brushed crumbs off.
“Seriously, daughter, you could have spent time last night worrying over your clothes. Now we have to spend even more time making you presentable.” Sophie’s scalp tingled as long fingernails corrected her rushed hair job.
“And…” Madame Beauchene started before taking a second, hard look at Sophie’s attire. “Actually, never mind. You actually showed some forethought for once. Maybe you are starting to grow up. I’d rather you get those rags dirty.”
“Good morning, mother,” Sophie said as she rolled her eyes. Then she yelped as Madame Beauchene boxed her ear.
“Don’t talk back to me, young lady. This business will be your empire one day, sooner than you think. You will learn to act properly.”
“Yes, mother. Sorry, mother,” she mumbled.
A weathered, well-tanned old man in a white suit emerged from the foyer stairs down the hall with the assistance of Jacques, the butler. The man wore a clean straw hat and leaned on a white cane in his right hand as he walked. He used the cane as if it were a part of his body. His limp was barely noticeable. He wore the joyful little smile of a life well-lived, and his eyes were full of that same life. His joy grew just a bit brighter as he approached the ladies.
“Madame Beauchene, it is good to see you, mon amie,” he said with open arms.
Madame threw the handkerchief behind her, which Francine expertly caught and hit. The lady opened her arms and gathered the old man in a polite hug.
“Good morning, Dr. Girvin,” she said a bit brighter than normal. “I hope your trip was pleasant.”
“Yes, Madame, the Lostani mountains are always a beautiful sight. And this must be your daughter?” he indicated toward Sophie with his free hand.
“Yes, this is Sophie,” she said. Sophie curtsied the best she could in her overalls and extended her visibly shaking hand.
“I am Sophie Rose Beauchene. I am pleased to meet you, Dr. Girvin,” she said with all the awkward nervousness she couldn’t hide. Dr. Girvin laughed, knelt in front of Sophie, and clasped his hands around hers.
“I am pleased to meet you, too, Sophie. Now, there’s no need for nerves. We are already good friends here, yes? In fact, I can already see you’re already dressed for the main event.” His eyes grew a little brighter in anticipation of his little hunt. Sophie couldn’t help but return his smile.
“Until then, here’s a specimen you don’t get to see around here often.” He let go of her hand. In her palm was a mushroom picked from the eastern islands.
“Lentinula edodes!” she breathed. “I’ve always wanted to get that in my collection! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Go put that in your...collection,” Madame Beauchene said as she valiantly hid her disgust. “Dr. Girvin and your father need to discuss business.”
“Yes, mother,” Sophie said as she purposefully walked a normal pace back to her room. She closed the door behind her gingerly before sprinting to the spare closet and throwing that door open.
Inside were shelves of several varieties of edible mushrooms. To each side were carefully dried and preserved samples of other mushrooms, many of which bore notes of faraway places where Sophie was allowed to travel. She knelt and retrieved a sample bag and a card from a box of supplies. She carefully wrote the name and species of the shiitake mushroom on the card, placed it in the bag, and pinned the bag to a free spot on the wall. She then grabbed a small straw basket with holes woven into it, placed the mushrooms in it, and hung it up near an open window to dry them out.
She surveyed the mansion grounds outside the window recalling every place where she could find fungus. The good doctor would surely know of even more places where she could discover more samples. There was something weird, alien, about fungi that tantalized her imagination. They grew like plants and spread like diseases. There was something animalistic about their behavior. If only she could grow up faster and run away to some school that would teach her more, maybe she could even find uses that would satisfy even her father’s business.
“Mademoiselle,” Francine said as she knocked at the door.
“Coming!” Sophie said as she jumped, nearly knocking over her new prize. She held up her hands and bowed slightly in supplication to the angry mushroom spirits inhabiting the basket before leaving.
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Sophie carefully crawled under the mansion, flashlight in one hand, and basket in the other. The mushroom hunt two years ago with Dr. Girvin was educational. Her collection of samples expanded twofold within a month after that hunt, and she learned many ways to keep samples as well as grow more of her own. She grew past collecting just anything she could find. She was now on the hunt for rare species.
She learned through one of Dr. Girvin’s books that truffles grew underground under different circumstances, though they were difficult to find without a sensitive sense of smell. For months, she crawled through the surrounding forest and under all the buildings on the mansion grounds, but she had yet to find one. Today, however, would be different. Jaques received new garden tools recently, and Sophie was sure he would not miss his old rusty hand trowel. She could finally properly dig for her treasure. Madame Beauchene would be thrilled her nails wouldn’t be so caked with dirt.
She made several small holes near wooden supports that went into the ground, but nothing came up. More random holes dotted the open ground, also with no luck. Perhaps she needed to dig more than a few inches. Something in her said making holes like that near the house supports might not be a good idea, but perhaps some deep holes in the forest might yield something. Maybe that was the ticket. She started to crawl her way out, but then she suddenly stopped.
She could feel it. It was a faint twinge, a slight buzz of the mind. The ground in front of her held something. Beads of sweat formed all over, and she shivered from the sudden chill. Something was definitely there. She grabbed the trowel and dug quickly. The buzzing grew a little stronger. She slowed down a bit, hoping not to accidentally slaughter whatever specimen she found. About half a foot down, she found it. A silver mushroom the size of a baseball. It crackled with blue sparks every so often. She held it up to her face, eyes wide and mouth agape. The buzzing turned into tingling. Faintly, she could see webs of blue lines darting this way and that, pulsing with some energy. Most of them converged onto this one mushroom.
Her heartbeat quickened. Her breathing came close to hyperventilation. She let out shy bursts of laughter, not sure if she should laugh freely, cry, or remain silent in dire reverence of the event. Slowly, laughter won out as she battled to keep her hands still.
“T-t-t-tuber m-magicae!” she half-shouted in between bouts of laughter. She stumbled upon the diamond of mushrooms, one of if not the rarest breed of fungi on Paradigm. Fungus infused with the power of the leylines. Just touching it was a gift. In history, Sophie would be known as the fifth human to see actual leylines, just like the Jotunn. She found a magic truffle, and the mushroom she found was worth more than twice the combined wealth and assets of the Beauchene Publishing Company.
Just then, she grew still and silent. She looked all around her, searching for suspicious onlookers. After several tense minutes, she gently hugged the truffle, gave it a slight peck, dusted off the bottom of it the best she could, and took a tiny bite of it. The flavor was incredibly pungent, like a strong cheese. When she swallowed it, her body suffered a major jolt as if she had been shocked. She went blind for a few moments. When her vision returned, she could see the leylines in addition to her normal vision, only they were now a faint white.
She giggled as she put the mushroom into a sample bag. Not many get to try rare mushrooms like that. She needed to show Monsieur Beauchene what she found. He would be thrilled to hold such a priceless treasure.
Monsieur Beauchene was busy supervising a crew making renovations to the mansion gardens. He didn’t bother looking up from his plans as he instructed her to walk as her noisy footfalls approached him.
“Hello, dear,” he said absent-mindedly.
“Father! You have to see this!”
He looked up and nearly choked on his air. Sophie stood before him in her overalls covered in dirt and mud holding the mushroom to his face. From the look on his face, she may as well have presented him with a dropping from his dog.
“Sophie, what are you doing?” he demanded. “I have told you over and over again not to go out digging like that. It’s unhealthy, unladylike, and you are certainly a target for kidnapping for our enemies!”
“But, it’s a magic truffle!”
“Magic truffle? Now you’re having delusions of grandeur! I am certainly making the right decisions today, that’s for sure.” He yanked the mushroom out of her hands, crushed it, and threw it to the side, which his dog, a little toy poodle, chased after. Then, in one swift motion, he brought that hand back across her face with a loud smack.
It took a few moments for Sophie to register her surroundings again. Her body tingled again, now with fear. She was painfully aware of the sting on her cheek and the man in front of her. The din of the garden crew seemed to be extra clarified as they continued to work.
“That horrid closet of yours is cleaned out and now holds proper clothing. That mushroom display here is also gone,” he said.
“But what abo--” she started.
“He’s dead. Passed away last night in his sleep. He won’t be viewing it any longer, and we don’t need that display anymore, anyway. We have a strong relationship with his university publishing their books.”
The toy poodle made a high-pitched screech. Both looked down to see it convulse violently before dying next to the remains of the mushroom, its last meal.
His face nearly blood red, Monsieur Beauchene grabbed Sophie’s shirt and pulled her to him.
“You. Will. Give. Up. Your. Foolish. FANTASIES.” Each word came with a slap across her face, after which he threw her to the ground. “Starting tomorrow, you will begin studies in business and trade. You will be too busy to deal with such low brow interests best left to peasants and low-lives.”
He left the gardens as he called for Francine. A tense argument followed that ended with a clear, “You’re fired!”
Sophie slowly started picking herself up. A hand behind her grabbed the back of her shirt, speeding the process and leading her to her bathroom. Madame Beauchene lectured Sophie along the way about the ways of proper women. Upon reaching their destination, the mother threw the child into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and demanded she be rid of her filth within the hour, or there would be further consequences.
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Angry hands dove into the warm, sudsy water and pulled out a saucepan. Sophie gritted her teeth as she scrubbed the remnants of old soup off of it, and then she smashed it into the sink full of pots awaiting a rinse. Even being eight years ago, the memory felt no less raw. She cursed under her breath as she punished the soap off the pots through hot tears. Though she could barely see the sink before her, the faint white leylines let her see what she was doing. It was a hard but useful skill she taught herself.
The bell jingled as the front door of Le Petit Fleur flew open. She quickly wiped her tears and composed herself.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” she said quietly.
Behind her, what sounded like a wooden crate landed on the counter.
“I found these at the market today,” came Alex’s voice.
“What?” she asked as she turned around. On the counter was a case full of lentinula edodes. Her stomach churned a bit, not sure if she was happy to see these or not.
“Shiitake,” Alex said. “Fresh from the eastern islands. I think you said one time that you liked making a soup out of them.”
Bless this boy, he remembered something, and without an argument. That seemed odd in itself.
“But, why?” she asked.
Alex concentrated really hard before he answered.
“Because you’re our, uh, petty champ, uh, pigeon?” he said.
Sophie mouthed the words quizzically as the heat built up inside her again.
“Get out,” she blasted with a commanding finger pointing the way. Alex did not waste time following those orders, though he looked perplexed at what was going on. Sophie chunked mugs out the door after him, which smashed furiously onto the street. She then grabbed the case of shiitake mushrooms with criminal intent.
“Petty champ pigeon, huh?” she said as she contemplated what to do with the offending mushrooms. “I’ll show you something petty, you little sh--”
She froze and looked down at the mushrooms. Petty? Petty? Little? Petit? Champ pigeons? She put the case down as she mouthed the words again, over and over. She then snorted and doubled over in laughter. She fell onto her butt, and for ten minutes, she wallowed in her newfound mirth. When she could finally breathe and compose herself, she climbed back up, wiped her tears again, and finished the dishes so she could clean the mushrooms.
Later that evening, Alex quietly came in with his unit and hid behind a menu. The others noticed but said nothing, figuring it was more of the same as they talked about the day’s classes. Sophie took their table, as she normally did, got their round of drinks, and as she was about to leave, she knelt beside Alex.
“Je suis ton petit champignon, oui?” she whispered in his ear. She could feel the heat of his face as he tried not to laugh at himself.
“Lo siento,” he replied. “I can’t pronounce Vigntian.”
“T’adore,” she said, patting his head as she went to fill their orders.
Tonight, they would get the best soup in the house. More tears came. If only she could serve Monsieur and Madame Beauchene the same.
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Day 87 of 365 Photo Challenge. Caerlaverock Castle is a moated triangular castle first built in the 13th century. It is located on the southern coast of Scotland, 11 kilometres (6.8 mi) south of Dumfries, on the edge of the Caerlaverock National Nature Reserve. Caerlaverock was a stronghold of the Maxwell family from the 13th century until the 17th century when the castle was abandoned. It was besieged by the English during the Wars of Scottish Independence, and underwent several partial demolitions and reconstructions over the 14th and 15th centuries. In the 17th century, the Maxwells were created Earls of Nithsdale, and built a new lodging within the walls, described as among "the most ambitious early classical domestic architecture in Scotland". In 1640 the castle was besieged for the last time and was subsequently abandoned. Although demolished and rebuilt several times, the castle retains the distinctive triangular plan first laid out in the 13th century. Caerlaverock Castle was built to control trade in early times. Today, the castle is in the care of Historic Environment Scotland and is a popular tourist attraction. It is protected as a scheduled monument. The present castle was preceded by several fortifications in the area: a Roman fort on Ward Law Hill and a British hill fort that was in use around 950. The earliest mention of the lands of Caerlaverock is around 1160, when they were granted to the monks of Holm Cultram Abbey. Around 1220 Alexander II of Scotland granted the lands to Sir John Maxwell, making him Warden of the West March. Sir John Maxwell also served as Chamberlain of Scotland from 1231–1233, and began work on the first castle at Caerlaverock. This castle was square in shape and was one of the earliest stone castles to be built in Scotland. It had a moat with a bridge facing north. Only the foundations and remains of a wooden enclosure around it remain. This early castle may have been incomplete when it was abandoned in favour of a rock outcrop some 200 metres (660 ft) to the north. #365photochallenge #photooftheday #photography #castle #caerlaverockcastle #historical #oldbuilding #historicscotland #Scotland #scotsmag #visitscotland (at Caerlaverock Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvkPa6FDYqP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xo97n6fdw7t9
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