Merry Christmas sa inyong lahat. Nakakatamad isa isahin kasi ilang taon na at nakakaumay na yan na gawain dito sa Tumblr. Sana maging masaya kayo ngayong Pasko. Kung may pagkain, magpasalamat. Kung wala, eh ganun talaga ang buhay isipin mo na lang nagdidiet kayo. Tapos huwag masyadong umasa na malaki ang halaga ang regalong matatanggap. Magpasalamat na lang kung may makuha. Kung bente, okay na. Kung piso, pwede na din o kaya basta pang candy na din yun. Sana din kumpleto lahat ng members ng family para mas masaya.

Ipagdasal din natin yung mga taong hindi na umabot ngayong Pasko. Yung mga sumuko na sa buhay, mga sumuko na sa sakit, mga sumuko sa problema, pati yung mga magsyotang hindi na umabot sa Pasko ang relasyon dahil nakitang may kaharutan si bf/gf noong Simbang Gabi.

At higit sa lahat, huwag kakalimutan kung sino ang dahilan kung bakit ka gumising ng 9 na madaling araw para magsimbang gabi, dahilan kung bakit may pagkain kayo ngayon sa mesa (sarap ng grahams na gawa ko btw), dahilan kung bakit holiday bukas at double pay ang papasok sa isang araw at ang dahilan kung bakit may Pasko. Walang iba kundi si Jesus. 💛 💙 💜 💚 ❤  

anonymous asked:

Tristahad: galahad has been gifted to tristan as a slave in return for Tristans service to arthur

How they talked Arthur into playing along, Galahad is entirely unsure. Their serious commander is red in the cheeks, stiff postured, with Lancelot settled lackadaisically at his side to watch Arthur attempt to stutter and straight face his way through the presentation.

For his part, Galahad stands in the loose chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, with Bors and Dagonet at either side of him as grooms at a wedding -or guards on a real slave.

"For your exceptional service," Arthur begins, and then his voice seems to fail, he looks up over Tristan - kneeling at his feet and yet still casually eating his breakfast - and settles his eyes on Galahad, to double-check the ploy.

Galahad smiles wryly in answer, reassuring Arthur that for all the pageantry and pomp - all sheer ridiculousness, as he can feel the laughter threatening to escape Bors at any moment, and see that Gawain has shoved his fist against his mouth to keep from hysterics.

"Rome has awarded you this slave, Sir Tristan," Arthur finishes, in a rush. His eyes lift toward the heavens. "To do with as you might."

Tristan turns slowly, chewing, over his shoulder, and rakes his eyes over the presentation they have made of Galahad. It is not a proper honor - not the medal that Tristan should have been awarded, not the laurel crown that one of such valor should deserve, but it was what they had to offer, this play, and it clearly pleased him.

Tristan stands, to ‘inspect’ Galahad, and the corner of his mouth pulls up even as Dagonet and Bors shove Galahad toward him, dissolving in guffaws. Galahad catches himself against Tristan’s shirt, looking up at him with a sharp grin, knowing the ridiculousness of the situation.

"How may I serve my ‘master’?"

Tristan just grins, showing his teeth before he takes another bite of apple and leads Galahad away.

Three Sentence Prompts open until Christmas!


Fiction Week

watchoutfordinosaurs submitted to medievalpoc:

I think more people should know about Sir Morien, AKA The Greatest Arthurian Knight You’ve Never Heard Of. His story can be read for free on Project Gutenburg or heard on the Internet Archive.

Awesome! I didn’t know about the Internet Archive audio version! It’s a great reading, and about 3 hours long for those who’d prefer to listen. Sir Morien, for those who don’t know, is a Black Arthurian Knight who has his own Romance, also featuring Sirs Lancelot, Gawain, and Perceval, as well as King Arthur himself. There is also an annotated version here, by Jessie Weston, at the Celtic literature collective.

On the ninth day there came riding towards them a knight on a goodly steed, and well armed withal. He was all black, even as I tell ye: his head, his body, and his hands were all black, saving only his teeth. His shield and his armour were even those of a Moor, and black as a raven. He rode his steed at full gallop, with many a forward bound. […]

Quoth the Moor: “How come ye to speak thus to me? Wot ye that I be afraid to fight against the twain of ye; or that I have held my hand through fear of death? Were the one of ye Sir Lancelot, and the other King Arthur’s sister’s son (these twain are wont to be praised above all in Arthur’s court as I have ofttimes heard, though never have I seen them), yet would I not yield a foot to them!” Then thought Sir Gawain with himself, “We were foolish and unwise an we failed to show courtesy to one who praises us so highly.” […]

Quoth Sir Lancelot: “By my good days, nevermore will I be wrathful, nor bear rancour against ye for any lack of courtesy; ye need no longer stand on guard against me, my heart is not evil towards ye, and we will counsel ye well.” Then was the black knight blithe, and drew near to Sir Lancelot, and bared his head, which was black as pitch; that was the fashion of his land—Moors are black as burnt brands. But in all that men would praise in a knight was he fair, after his kind. Though he were black, what was he the worse? In him was naught unsightly; he was taller by half a foot than any knight who stood beside him, and as yet was he scarce more than a child! It pleased him so well when he heard them speak thus of Sir Agloval that he knelt him straightway on the earth; but Sir Gawain raised him up, and told him their tidings, how they were but as messengers, and belonged to the court of King Arthur, which was of high renown, and that they rode at that time seeking Sir Perceval and Sir Agloval, since the king desired them both.

All posts on medievalpoc tagged Sir Morien.

Artwork Info: Hans Krell. Black Knight. Oil and Tempera on Canvas, c. 1550s. 202 x 90 cm, Liepzig, Germany. Image of the Black in Western Art (Harvard University).