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A vardo (also wag(g)on, living wagon, van, and caravan) is a traditional horse-drawn wagon used by British Romani people as their home. Possessing a chimney, it is commonly thought of as being highly decorated, intricately carved, brightly painted, and even gilded. The British Romani tradition of the vardo is seen as a high cultural point of both artistic design and a masterpiece of woodcrafters art. The heyday of the living wagon lasted for roughly 70 years, from the mid-1800s through the first two decades of the twentieth century. Not used for year-around living today, they are shown at the Romanichal (British Romani) horse fairs held throughout the year, the best known of which is Appleby Horse Fair.

Leaked concept art of Vardos, the home of Iden Versio, the protagonist of Star Wars Battlefront 2. Described as an “Imperial Utopia” in the previews, just from looking at it its clear that Vardos and places like it contributed significantly to the First Order’s tendency toward hyper-Brutalist architecture and civil planning

Also, frankly, this entire picture may as well be #my aesthetic because holy fuck is this everything I look for in a science fiction city scape. So excited for this game

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Dating Tommy Shelby would include:

- Lots of protective cuddles
- Being called the Queen of the Shelby family or Lady of the manor.
- Learning to have self confidence and authority over those that work for the Shelby family.
- Dominant sex when Tommy is jealous/ frustrated. (Always consensual)
- Loving and passionate sex on regular basis
- Spontaneous dinner dates
- Him buying you lots of expensive jewellery (not cursed of course ;) )
- Romantic trips in Johnny Dogs Vardo
- The occasional argument over his habit of working into the early hours
- Learning to stitch up the boys after they return from ‘business’
- Him not telling you his/ or the family problems because he doesn’t want to worry you but you always find out anyway because you’re adamant that you’re not going to be the type of wife that buries her head in the sand.
- Tommy giving you gentle forehead kisses early in the morning whilst you sleep.
- Becoming an instant target for enemies of the family so the Shelbys so everything to protect you and keep you safe

(Not my photo, credit goes to its respective owner/s)

Today is a day that won’t mean much to a lot of you. It’s a Friday, sure. It’s nearly the weekend. It’s one of those days you look forward to all week, because it means you get to have a few days to yourself. Today however, is also International Romani Day, a day designed to raise awareness of the issues faced by the Roma population, but to also celebrate their culture and heritage.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Five

A/N:  With apologies to Laurie R. King and her book “The Beekeeper’s Apprentice”, from which I have shamelessly stolen the idea of traveling in a Vardo in pursuit of the bad guys.  I’m not completely happy with this, but I’ve run out of time and something is better than nothing, yes?  Also, still unbeta’d because hahaha who needs words to make sense?  Will go up on FF.net and Ao3 tomorrow.

ALSO - this is sort of a sequel to last year’s Sherlolly Appreciation Week fic “A Letter to Mary”.  You probably don’t need to read that one to figure out what is going on in this one, though.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Five (Canon Compliant – The Abominable Bride)

Another Letter to Mary

My Dearest Mary,

I do not know when this letter will reach you.  Holmes has forbidden me from posting any missives home for the time being. We are traveling incognito; and he does not wish to offer any indication to overly curious eyes that we are in any way connected to the well-known detective stories.  If ever there was a wife who would understand the need for such discretion, it is you, my love.  

As you are aware, Holmes, Hooper and I are on the trail of a small band of murderous men. Another corpse was located in a small hamlet less than half-a-day’s ride from the initial murder.  Holmes suspects the man was in league with the thieves and was deemed a liability for one reason or another.  He thinks the men have begun to turn on one another.  

Speed and stealth are paramount, for Holmes feels more deaths are imminent if the blackguards become aware of our pursuit.  He believes they will be going to ground until such time as it will be safe to fence the item.    

As such, we have abandoned our conspicuous carriage and driver.  Holmes has managed to procure a Vardo—a sort of traveling wagon—from a Romani gentleman, as well as a horse to pull it, and three sets of simple clothing in exchange for a hefty sum.  They have made arrangements for the return of the wagon once our current mission has been fulfilled.  In addition, the man advised Holmes as to the best roads to travel upon and what small villages would be the most accepting of three strange men passing through.    

When next we set off, we were disguised as a set of brothers in route to visit our dear mother some far distance away.

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Anyone ever really thought about how weird The Wind in the Willows is? Toad, Rat, Mole and Badger are all large enough to row paddle boats, drive Rromani vardos, use canal boats, fly aeroplanes and drive motorcars. They live alongside human beings. Toad is arrested by a human policeman and thrown into a human jail. Even though humans and talking animals cohabit, some animals can’t talk i.e. horses, which both groups use for labour. All the evil animal characters are from the Mustelidae family (human-sized weasels, stoats, pine martens etc.) AND on top of that, these weasels and co. all live in country estates and dress like 18th century gentlemen and end up staging a coup of Toad’s own country estate, a baroque folly belonging to a human sized toad.

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This is a rare recording of J.R.R. Tolkien from 1952, in which he recites the Quenya poem “Namárië”, famously sung by Galadriel in the chapter “Farewell to Lórien” in “The Lord of the Rings”.

“Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella , Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári -lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!”

“Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls
beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda
wherein the stars tremble
in the voice of her song, holy and queenly.

Who now shall refill the cup for me?

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us,
and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those of the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!
Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!”

films films films films! It’s film time, so I don’t have much time to make personal art and post it - in the meantime, here’s a design for a caravan (or vardo, more specifically) that I’ll be modeling in Maya for my CG class!


More updates when I’ve resurfaced from film purgatory, hopefully with a finished film in hand! 

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Situation: Picking out romance recommendations for Auntie Ambitious Daughter.

“Hnnn,” Bell tapped the spine of a book against the palm of his opposite hand, sharply eyeing the selection of the travelling bookstall they’d stopped at. A vardo-like wagon, brightly painted plum and sky-blue, renovated to hold as many railing-lined bookshelves as possible. Cramped, but carefully minded, meticulously organized; no dust lingered here, the scent of pages and ink crisp, mingled only with the warmth of brewing, black tea. The charming Lalafell owner of the shop was busy at the teapot, swinging her legs at a counter that was just a flat plank of polished wood, held up by even stacks of books. She winked an eye at Bell when he glanced over, the same colors as her wagon, then went back to her task. Bell smiled; he always stopped in here, whenever it ambled through Quarrymill.

Bell looked back down at his diminutive companion, Honoura, where she crouched at the bottom of the shelves, her fingers busily tracing titles. Dark, tilted eyes were serious and intent, bold, black brows vee’d in thought. For all the lightheartedness of our ridiculous endeavor, he smirked. He liked Honoura, he found; she was sharp, mindful, and incisively witty if you could catch her at it. And kind, he remembered her arms sheltering a still, small child they’d found, wreckage of their clandestine work.

She arrested the maudlin turn of his thoughts by holding up a book cover, her big eyes peering over it, the cap of her black hair a wild frame. 

Tails Intertwined: The Fury of the Lash,” Bell rumbled. His eyebrow perked at the cover, an embarrassment of Au Ra and Miqo’te limbs, tangled. Hon nodded her head, expression satisfied.

Bell nodded back, lips pursed in amusement, impressed. Then, he pulled the book he’d been holding behind his back, presenting it for her. She leaned forward, “The Admirality: Roe, Roe, Roe Her Boat.” She pronounced it, her grin growing by the moment. The likeness of Merlwyb–but different colored eyes, importantly–her bodice distinctly torn. Honoura’s brows went up, “Both?”

“Both is good,” he finished. 

He paid for the books, tucked them in a deep pocket of his long overcoat, then limped out of the wagon with Honoura. They turned their feet to the path out to Ambitious Daughter’s cabin in the Shroud, bearing gifts, hoping for tea. Ostensibly, they’d be there for more information and instructions, but Bell had it in him to take it as it came, this day. His gait slow, Hon made up for it by darting here and there, liberating early berries, eyeing trees speculatively as they passed them, a gleam in her dark eyes. And then the smile on Ambitious Daughter’s face, as she opened the door in anticipation of them, genuine, her pockets full of flowers. Bell and Honoura glanced at each other as the Hellsguard woman turned to let them in, their eyes lit in merry anticipation of the books burning a hole in Bell’s pocket.

Whatever overarching, dangerous adventure this led them on, here–now–it was simple: a moment of warmth with friends.

Namárië
J.R.R. Tolkien

Retrieved from YouTube

An original recording of J.R.R. Tolkien reciting the poem Namárië in Quenya

In Quenya:

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

English Translation:

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, 
long years numberless as the wings of trees! 
The years have passed like swift draughts 
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, 
beneath the blue vaults of Varda 
wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. 

Who now shall refill the cup for me? 

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, 
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, 
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; 
and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us,
and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya  for ever. 
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. 
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!

Romani Superstitions

Marriage & Family

  • There are unlucky days to be married:
  • January - 1, 2, 6, 14, 27
    February - 1, 17, 19
    March - 11, 26
    April - 10, 27, 28
    May - 11, 12
    June - 19
    July - 18, 21
    August - 2, 26, 27
    September - 10, 18
    October - 6
    November - 6, 17
    December - 5, 14, 23
  • A baby born on the full moon will be lucky
  • A baby born at midnight before the Sabbath we be under a curse.

Itching

  • If the right hand itches, money will be paid out. 
  • If the left hand itches, money will be received.
  • A tickling nose is a sign of getting drunk. 
  • An itching of the right eye means sadness.
  • An itching of the left eye is a sign of happiness to come

Animals

  • To see one crow means sorrow, and two together means joy. 
  • A crow standing in the road signifies a happy journey, while a dead crow in the road, would cause a Romani to turn back
  • A lone magpie fortells a theft.
  • A dead robin or wren near your door is a bad omen.
  • To hear an owl in day time is a bad omen, like wise to hunt or kill an owl. 
  • If a dog howls for no reason, expect a death.
  • If a fox crosses your path, an opportunity will be given to you, if he stops and looks at you your ambitions will be fulfilled.
  • Two horses playing together foretells happiness in the family, but if they are fighting, means squabbles and disputes in the family. 
  • To see a white horse in the morning, means good luck all day. 
  • Seagulls flying over the vardo (wagon), is considered a threat of death to the family.

Weather

  • A greenish tinge in the sky mean’s rain is on the way. 
  • If the sun shines through the cloud’s and has a halo, then fine weather is expected, a halo around the moon means rain within three days.
  • If stars are small and seem to blink, there will be wind the next day
  • If smoke clings to the ground, rain is on the way. 
  • When fire burns bright and steady in spring or autumn expect a frost
  • Mist high on the hills brings rain. 

Dreams


To dream of…

  • Cats, snakes, lizards, a bull or knives, is unlucky.
  • A white horse or a mule is lucky.
  • A large house means jail. 
  • Dogs or people quarreling means friends will come.
  • Horses means news. 
  • A fish swimming means there will be a scandal.

Other

  • Dreams come true in the autumn.
  • If a dream is remembered in the morning it will come true.