Three Lines of Scrawl

ramblings and amblings

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shaelit:

november-branches:

The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife.

Oh my lands. OH MY. This is gorgeous.

Eeeeeeee.

shaelit:

november-branches:

The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife.

Oh my lands. OH MY. This is gorgeous.

Eeeeeeee.

(via brandymuses)

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cornersoftoday:

I spent the part of the day where I wasn’t exploring a giant mansion or learning about vikings via creepily realistic animatronics re-reading/reflecting on passages from code name verity because apparently i have a problem and it is this book

just… let me give an example so maybe someone will…

I am always happy to talk about Code Name Verity, since I think about it more than is perhaps entirely normal.

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Days before Britain declared war on Germany, Maddie flew by herself to the other side of England, skimming the tops of the Pennines and avoiding the barrage balloons like silver ramparts protecting the sky around Newcastle. She followed the coast north to Bamburgh and Holy Island…The Northumbrian coast is the most beautiful length of the whole trip. The sun still sets quite late in the north of England in August, and Maddie on fabric wings flew low over the long sands of Holy Island and saw seals gathered there. She flew over the great castle crags of Lindisfarne and Bamburgh to the north and sough, and over the ruins of the twelfth century priory, and over all the fields stretching yellow and green toward the low Cheviot Hills of Scotland. Maddie flew back following the 70-mile 2,000-year-old dragon’s back of Hadrian’s Wall, to Carlisle and then south through the Lakeland fells, along Lake Windermere. The soaring mountains rose around her, and the poets’ waters glittered beneath her in the valleys of memory—hosts of golden daffodils, Swallows and Amazons, Peter Rabbit. She came home by way of Blackstone Edge above the old Roman road to avoid the smoke haze over Manchester, and landed back at Oakway, sobbing with anguish and love; love, for her island home that she’d seen whole and fragile from the air in the space of an afternoon, from coast to coast, holding its breath in a glass lens of summer and sunlight. All about to be swallowed in nights of flame and blackout. Maddie landed at Oakway before sunset and shut down the engine, then sat in the cockpit weeping.

More than anything else, I think Maddie went to war on behalf of the Holy Island seals.

Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

Filed under no i'm not crying at all code name verity elizabeth wein maddie

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shaelit:

They have taken the bridge, and the Second Hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums. Drums… In the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out…  

They are coming!

This part always gave me chills as a kid. But now it’s worse. Thanks to the Hobbit, we KNOW the person who wrote this. And he’s dead. :(

I started crying during the Hobbit, because all I could think of every time I saw Balin was: “Balin, son of Fundin, lord of Moria.” :(

(Source: thorinds)

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Librarian fact #880

catagator:

lizzzyb:

librarianfacts:

Ball pits are banned from library conventions, as librarians spend too much time arguing over whether the balls should be sorted by colour or left to occur at random in order to introduce a element of spontaneity into the user experience.

Some libraries may buy balls in colors that reflect the official town / library colors, to maximize branding opportunities.

Ball pits are the new maker spaces. 

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Librarian Fact #205

librarianfacts:

Librarians experience a profound sense of guilt when asking patrons to pay their fines - unless the patron tries to wriggle out of a single day’s overdue fee, in which cases librarians may become both supremely inflexible and unbearably smug.

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The pain was as unexpected as a thunderclap in a clear sky. Eddis’s chest tightened, as something closed around her heart. A deep breath might have calmed her, but she couldn’t draw one. She wondered if she was ill, and she even thought briefly that she might have been poisoned. She felt Attolia reach out and take her hand. To the court it was unexceptional, hardly noticed, but to Eddis it was an anchor, and she held on to it as if to a lifeline.

Megan Whalen Turner, A Conspiracy of Kings

I love this passage so much, for how clearly it shows Eddis’s emotions, and how clearly it shows Irene’s change in character. She takes Eddis’s hand and she never lets go. I really admire the way MWT shows the relationships between her female characters.

Filed under megan whalen turner a conspiracy of kings