over hill over dale

A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks.

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I’ll be gone;
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Scene I [Over hill, over dale]

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

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Graphic - 이승희(Seung Hee Lee)

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Fantasy Pretzel Week, Day 7: Any modern trope in an Elves, Fae, or Nymph AU.

Title: “Upon the Green,” (½)

Summary: A Midsummer Night’s Dream AU wherein… Emma Swan and Killian Jones are dramatic, vaguely magical marrieds who scheme, plot, and otherwise interfere with Prince Henry’s troubled love life.

Notes: “Royal fairies, feuding royals” AU for Fantasy Pretzel Week! Loosely based on Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I’m also worried this is not… “modern AU” enough for the parameters of this challenge, but it’s an enemies to lovers kinda thing so even if it’s half-wrong it’s also half-right. Also on Ao3. An extra special thanks to all the marvelous ladies at the CS Writers’ Hub who listened to me bitch about this story, and @abbadons-little-witch, who offered up some helpful critique. Also tagging so they don’t yell at me later, @captainwiley and @the-reason-to-sail-home. xo


PUCK
How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

FAIRY
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire:
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere,
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2.1.1-15)


+ Never, in all his many days as a fae, had Killian envisioned such a grand affair, never mind his own wedding day. It seemed as if every flower, on every branch and every bough, was in full bloom despite the lingering frost of late winter. The fountains, though generally dry and barren this time of year, bubbled and gurgled with nectar far too sweet for the season.

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An Alternative Poem

Did you know I was there
When the bombs burst in air
And the unicorns danced
in the rockets red glare
At the bowlinggreenmassacre

Glory, glory, Hallelu
Loch Ness Monster lost his shoe
While Sasquatch fought back by his side
Defending us from white genocide
At the bowlinggreenmassacre

Over hill, over dale,
Came the T-rex in chain mail
He saved the Christians that day
Well, straight white ones who could pay
At the bowlinggreenmassacre

12 Songs for Darrow of Lykos

Here, have some Darrow songs

  1. Working Class Hero - John Lennon
  2. Work Song - Hozier
  3. Home - Mumford and Sons
  4. The Underdog - Spoon
  5. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
  6. The Devil’s Tears - Angus & Julia Stone
  7. Substitute - The Who
  8. Lost in the Light - Bahamas
  9. February Seven - The Avett Brothers
  10. Death With Dignity - Sufjan Stevens
  11. Only Son - Shakey Graves
  12. Thus Always to Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

“Over hill, over dale,

through the valley and vale,

Do not weep, do not wail,

I am coming home to you.”

Doctor Who — Tenth Doctor Quotes {Sentence Starters}

  • “I’d call you a genius, except I’m in the room.”
  • “Stay with me! You can do it! Stay with me!”
  • “You’ve got no control over it, and you call it a success?!”
  • “How long are you going to stay with me?”
  • “I could pretend, just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive.”
  • “Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”
  • “Why am I handcuffed? Why would you even have handcuffs?”
  • “It goes “ding!” when there’s stuff.”
  • “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.”
  • “Facing death is part of being human; you can’t change that.”
  • “That’s weird. So where was I?”
  • “Everyone has nightmares; even big scary monsters from under the bed have nightmares.”
  • “Outside those doors, we might see anything.”
  • “Yeah, you could do that. Of course you could. But why?”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
  • “I’m old enough to know that a longer life isn’t always a better one.”
  • “I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me.”
  • “Go on, then, tell me. What do you think?”
  • “Sorry, that’s The Lion King. But the point still stands.”
  • “Now, first things first. Be honest. How do I look?”
  • “Am I funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy?”
  • “That’s weird. Give me time, I’ll get used to it.”
  • “You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you.”
  • “Oh, that’s rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude?”
  • “Right. Yes, sorry. I didn’t get a chance to ask.”
  • “Think you’ve seen it all? Think again!”
  • “I’ve been chasing this— this wee-naked child over hill and over dale.”
  • “If you want to know what’s going on, work in the kitchen.”
  • “But humans decay; you wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone that you–”
  • “You are staring into a deep, dark pit of trouble if you don’t let me help!”
  • “That is enigmatic. That is– That is textbook enigmatic.”

A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks.

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I’ll be gone;
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

—-

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Scene I [Over hill, over dale]

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

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Graphic - Michael Parkes

anonymous asked:

I do not know if you are still accepting prompts if so how about a sherlolly AU soulmates

Found this buried in my inbox. The rules of this particular soulmates universe is that when someone meets their soulmate, they get a pattern of a flower somewhere on their body. I also decided to take a different tack with the soulmates trope.

The rain comes in fits and spurts and she sits on the bare window seat. Fingernails clink against the chipped china of the mug. She sniffs. Her vision blurs. She can’t stop it. 

Tears well and wet her cheeks and she can’t stop them. She wants to, she needs to but— she brushes her cheeks with the sleeve of her jumper but the tears come faster than she can erase them. She can’t swallow them back, she can’t, her heart is in her throat and she’s choking. 

Tea splashes on her legs, soaking through the thin pyjama material and she swears, putting the mug to one side. The tears still come as she wipes. God, she must look a sight sat here, all loose hair bun and glasses and baggy clothes, with tea on her clothes, tears, and rain on the window. She laughs. It’s a thick messy sound without direction.

“You’re – you’re crying.”

She looks up.

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