Brannon, algellyron sin firiath!

This is my attempt to render “Lord what fools these mortals be!” from A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Elvish. It’s for a project I’m working on about constructed languages.

I’m posting this because I would love to be corrected on this, because I seriously have no clue what I’m doing.

The literal translation for this sentence is “Lord, great unwisemen (be) these mortals!” Apparently Sindarin has no word for “fool” so I just made one up using gellyr meaning “mages” or “wise men”, the prefix al- making it negative, and the augmentative suffix -on for emphasis.

If you have a better translation, let me know!

improbablewanderer said:

puck as the most boring thing he can think of (things that have come to mind thus far: love triangles, athenian fashion, sheets of paper... mortals think sheets of paper are boring, right? when they push them around all day? and yeah)


"after i finish this course and have my dinner at the country club, i’m going to file my taxes and laugh at those pesky millenials!

and then i’m going to tell them exactly how to enjoy shakespeare.”

friendly reminder that shakespeare only wrote fanfics. Midsummer Night’s Dream is a Titania fanfic. Cymbeline is Cunobeline fanfic. Julius Caesar was probably based on something, maybe a myth or maybe something irl, idk

Ocean Blue (Cardverse USUK)

The waters were surprisingly calm for midsummer, the tumultuous waves that typically roared over the oceans of Spades nearly docile as Arthur gazed out at them, leaning with ease against the port beam, arms crossed and eyes thoughtful.

"Still can’t get him out of your mind, huh?"

Arthur turned to regard his first mate, rolling his eyes at Gilbert’s knowing smirk. “That is none of your business, Beilschmidt,” he said firmly, but his voice was still soft as a small crest of water drew his attention, causing a short flash of bright blue behind glinting lenses in his mind. That was what had drawn him, really— they were eyes the color of the ocean, a pure, untamable blue that had his pirate heart stuttering in breathlessness.

He’d always loved the ocean.

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This Season's High-Concept Shakespeare Productions

Macbeth On A Space Farm

King Lears 

Richard III Only Everyone Has A Hunchback 

Much Ado About Nothing Without Vowels 

The Tempest And Prospero Is Jimmy Buffet 

Romeo & Romeo 

Othello On Paxil 

A Midsummer’s Night Dream But Wait It’s A Nightmare

Titus Andronicus With Puppets 

The Merchant of Venice But No Jews 

20 Minute Hamlet 

Coroiolanus Set In A Post-Apocalyptic Fascist Dystopian Future, Again Measure for Measure Plus Dubstep 

Julius Caesar Featuring Women Who Are Bored With Julius Caesar 

The Merry Wives Of Windsor Only Falstaff Is Played By Benedict Cumberbatch 

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30 Day Classical Music Challenge

Day 11: The piece of music that represents you

Mendelssohn: A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Op. 61 - II. Scherzo

Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Conducted by Jane Glover


Master Post: Five Ideas for Celebrating each of the Eight High Days, designed with the solitary practitioner (or a family) to do together, put together by chronarchy for The Magical Druid.

If you are interested in the original individual posts for reblogging around the holiday, you can find them here:

Piety isn’t simple: it’s okay to do something small to mark the season. Don’t let complexity get in the way of what you need to do, though. Small things go a long way.


"Margo Channing is the star of the theater. She made her first stage appearance at the age of four in Midsummer’s Night Dream. She played a fairy and entered, quite unexpectedly, stark naked. She has been a star ever since. Margo is a great star, a true star. She never was or never will be anything less or anything else.”


This is a very belated post about some of my observances for this past Bealtaine. I will be posting one for Midsummer and Lughnasadh separately.

On Bealtaine Eve the house was given a thorough cleaning and saining. I set up a shrine to Flidais, decorating it with botanicals from both the garden and the wild.

On Bealtaine morning I went out to collect some dew and rainwater from the garden, and left offerings outside for the Land Spirits. After I was done outdoors, I came back in to make offerings to the Gods and Ancestors.  I then extinguished my old hearth candle and lit the new one to be used over the coming year, saying a prayer for blessings.

A little later on in May I did a garden blessing, buried some charms for fertility, left offerings out for the critters, and made bee watering stations which were put to good use by the abundance of pollinators we had this year.

Towards the end of May I made a feast in honour of Flidais, mainly consisting of wild foods including a salad of greens and flowers, sautéed spring mushrooms, fiddleheads and asparagus, with a honey and sweet woodruff shortbread for dessert.

More to come!