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Where Beauty Moves And Wit Delights - Ancient Songs of Love and Adventure

Title: In A Garden So Green

Anonymous, pub. Forbes, Cantus, Songs and Fancies, 1662 Scotland


In a garden so green in May morening
heard I my lady pleen of paramours.                          complain
Said she, my love so sweet, come you not yet nor yet?
Heght you not me to meet amongst the flowrs?                 pledge
Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

The skies upspringis, the dew down dingis,
the sweet larks singis their hours of prime.
Phoebus upsprentius, joy to rest wentis
lost mine intent is and gone's the time,
Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Danger my dead is, false fortune my feid is,                 enemy
langour my leed is, but hope I despair.                      dreariness, song
Disdaine my desyris, so strangeness my feir is,
deceit out of weir is, adew I fare.
Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Then to my lady swyth did I my presence kyth,              swiftly, make
saying, my bird be blyth, am I not yours?
So in my arms two did I the lusty jo      
and kisst her tymis mo then night hes hours.
Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

Live in hope, lady faire and repell all dispaire.
Trust not that your true love shall you betrase.             betray
When deceit and languor banished is from your bowre.         refuge
I'll be your paramour and shall you please
Elore, elore, I love my lusty love, elore lo.

I took these several years ago.

Artsy photography.

Mood pieces.

lifelike81:

so i said i was going to do a giveaway when i hit a certain number of followers and i am FINALLY able to do it! so… rules.

• reblog this post once a day only, winner will be picked by a number generator.
• likes don’t count
• you don’t have to follow me to win but all my followers are appreciated!
• contest ends wednesday february 1st
• good luck!

WHAT YOU WIN:

a pair of custom foam and resin antlers or horns. i can replicate most animals or can make a pair from a fantasy animal. max length of the horns is 18” and they can be mounted on a headband, or clips.

edit: i have been getting a TON of questions asking if i have these for sale or if i do commissions. i will be making some and posting them for sale in my etsy store when the giveaway is finished. they will range in price between $30 and $120. thank you all for your interest!!

canadianbagel:

This is kinda old news for most of the internet, but for those who don’t know, Adventure Time takes place in a post-apocalyptic setting as revealed by its creator.

According to the show, 1000 years ago the “Mushroom War” took place, and it is speculated that “Mushroom” refers to the mushroom clouds made in the explosion of nuclear bombs. Since then, life has begun anew, and mutation has caused quite a variety of new creatures.

In practically every episode, there is reference to our, now dead, civilization in the backgrounds. Broken buildings and cars and the like are usually partially buried in a lot of settings. In the opening of the show, dud nuclear missiles and broken pieces of tech are scattered in a wasteland and a gray and red (zombie-like) arm reaches out of a tree.

The earth is shown to have a chunk of it missing (It looks like North/South America is almost gone?). In the episode “The Linch”, the group travels over a body of water following the Linch to his lair, where he appears to use toxic waste (possibly from the nuclear war) to fuel his power. His hideout is in a destroyed subway station, and upon entering Finn and Jake are attacked by possesed modern-dressed skeletons, as if the people died in a bombing waiting for their train. On the surface just outside, tanks and more dud bombs can be seen.

In the episode “Susan Strong”, the Hyoomen species lives in an underground abandoned city, where humans may have tried to live after/during the war before dying off or mutating.

It is mentioned several times in the series that Finn is the last human, or that humans haven’t been seen for a long time. Marceline and the Ice King are speculated to be survivors of the the Mushroom War because of their ages.

Yes, good.

I had absolutely NO clue.

fuckyeahvikingsandcelts:

Vendel era (550-793 AD) bronze plate found on Öland, Sweden depicting a warrior and a berserker.

… and THAT, boys and girls, is about as close to a ‘horned helmet’ as you’ll be able to historically document.

They didn’t wear them.

That’s some stupid Victorian Era bullcrap.

kangaroo-beer:

i don’t get why so many furries pooh pooh the amount of sexuality in furry.

yeah there’s some freaky furry shit out there but how does that even effect me or you or anyone in any way at all, ever? because of guilt by association? ok, in that case, we are all guilty of genocide, because hitler was…

… and THIS boys and girls is one of the reasons I especially respect this guy.

epicwtfs:

I am reminded of @WolfBoyJ for some reason. *cough*

awwaboutanimals:

Just a deer chillin’ like a boss on his forest leafbed (via @LiveJournal)

necspenecmetu:

Antoine-Louis Barye, Theseus and the Minotaur, c. 1843

bottomswetdream:

Huge

LOL!

I have this image in my ‘Bubba-esque’ folder.

7thwest replied to your post: Red Dresses and Silver ribbons - please read

My grandmother was a suicider too. Her daughter, my mother came close. I’ve inherited that habit, but in this place and in this era, I’ve got drugs to help out. I understand what you’re saying! Life is short, so I’ve always got my red dress on. Thnx.

*HUGS*

Hi.

My name is Dave.

Most of the people who’ll end up reading this probably know me as Red.
I wanted to take a moment and drop the mask I normally wear online for just a moment because I have something to say and I need to say it in my own voice, not the one you’re used to hearing filtered through my Animal Representational Character. (Thanks for turning me on to the phrase Freehaven!)

There is a Lady, Jenny Lawson, who writes a fairly regular column under the name The Bloggess.
She’s a very witty woman and has, on occasion, had me in tears from laughing so hard at her  mental misadventures.

About a week ago, as of the time I’m writing this, she had me in tears for a very different reason.

‘When cancer sufferers fight, recover, and go into remission we laud their bravery.  We call them survivors.  Because they are.
When depression sufferers fight, recover and go into remission we seldom even know, simply because so many suffer in the dark…ashamed to admit something they see as a personal weakness…afraid that people will worry, and more afraid that they won’t.  We find ourselves unable to do anything but cling to the couch and force ourselves to breathe.’
http://thebloggess.com/2012/01/the-fight-goes-on/

I  don’t think I’ve ever heard how I sometimes feel put more succinctly.
I am fortunate in that my mood swings are not so bad that I can not bull my way through them and live a fairly normal life without having to rely on medication.
I’ve developed mental tools to keep myself somewhat balanced and happy with my day to day situation and actually look forward to what’s yet to come in my life.

There are others in my family who were not able to do so.
I don’t physically hurt myself, nor do I allow myself to harbor thoughts of doing so.
My Mother’s father shot himself with a gun.
His oldest son, my Uncle, shot himself with the same gun.
My sister purposefully overdosed on her husband’s prescription heart medicine.
I don’t tell you these things to shock you or try and gain sympathy from you.
I tell them to you in hope that it’ll get your attention and make you take notice of what I’m going to say next.

Life goes on.

Suicide is NOT any kind of solution.
If you kill yourself, the pain you feel doesn’t go away.
It’s just spread to everyone around you that loves you.
It is a stain that spreads.

I firmly believe that we are, in the end, more important for how our lives affect the people around us than for the things we leave behind.
For artists, and as a writer I consider myself an artist, what we do and what we leave are sometimes the same thing.
What I write is, to be blunt, pornography.
I’d like to think that it’s well written pornography.
I pride myself on the fact that what I do doesn’t hurt anyone.
It is escapism and the purest of fantasy.
At worst it provides a bit of sexual release.
At best it might amuse or, Heavens forbid, make someone THINK for a moment.

What does all this have to do with each other you might be asking?
Well, to be honest till just recently I didn’t think that it did.
Then Jenny Lawson came along and, through my tears, made a light come on.
She talked about a ‘Red Dress’.
‘One of my favorite dresses of hers is the red poppy dress and I wanted it the first time I saw it but I knew I’d never get it.  For one thing, it’s not sensible.  It’s impractical.  It’s bright red and vibrant and shocking and “inappropriate for a woman my age”.  And I have no shoes to go with it.  And I have no place to wear it.
And I want it.
I want, just once, to wear a bright red, strapless ball gown with no apologies.  I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be.  And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”.  Things like flying lessons, and ballet shoes, and breaking into spontaneous song, and building a train set, and crawling onto the roof just to see the stars better.  Things like cartwheels and learning how to box and painting encouraging words on your body to remind yourself that you’re worth it.’
http://thebloggess.com/2010/05/the-traveling-red-dress/

Writing Furry Pornography is MY ‘Red Dress’.
It’s impractical.
It’s not socially acceptable.
It is, in fact, a bit dangerous.

It is also THE single most liberating thing I do and it keeps me sane.

I don’t have much else to say really.
I just needed to sit down and talk a bit.
I hope that this rambling little bit of text will make you stop for a moment and think about the people around you.
How you affect them.
How important you are.
How maybe you can help someone, like me, that struggles silently to find that ONE bright spot in their day to use as a reason to smile and be reminded that it’s not ALL bad.

I would say that I’m not going to ask you to re-blog this, or re-tweet it, because I am, but what I’d like even more is for you to engage yourself in the discussion in some way, even if it’s a small one.
Write a little journal as well, and share it with us.
Draw a picture showing support, even if it’s just of a character wearing a silver ribbon or dressed all in red.
Let people know that you understand, even if in some small way, that you care.


Thank you,

Dave

pbkay:

If I were presented with this situation, you better believe I would take advantage of it.

Flaccid horsedicks: just yet another thing you can add to the “things pbk is into” list.

Furry guys in kilts. #mynewfetish

Scottish Relaxation - by Drewbear  by - Grisser

Ginger bear = <3

Andrew Wyeth

I’ve always loved his use of color and texture.