Some brief but interesting background info about the cites where the following English models come from, as knowledge is also beautiful…
Doncaster is in Yorkshire, an was founded about 1,900 years ago, beside a Roman fort. Candy factories opened in the 1800s, an a castle is nearby. In fact the famous chocolate biscuit-bar Kit-Kat was invented locally.
London is the capital of the United Kingdom, as was founded in 43 A.D as an international trading city - which it still is today, 2000 years later. It became the capital of England after the anglo-saxons reclaimed it in 927.
Kent is a county founded by the Jute anglo-saxon tribe and the Cantuci - a Celtic tribe from over 3000 years ago. Queen Anne Boleyn was born here. Kent is known as the garden county an has castle an a major seaport. Link
Liverpool was the worlds first truly international city, as its docks catered for global shipping on a grand scale. The Beatles pop-band originated here as did other bands. Two premiership football clubs are based here.
Sheffield is where modern steel production was founded in the 1800s, with stainless steel being invented here in 1771. Silverware is still made here. In this city originated famous bands like the Human League an Def Leppard.
Bath is a quaint city, which was named after a volcanic spring that was harnessed into a giant public bath house in 60 AD by the Roman empire. This city is considered very picturesque with quaint buildings an streets.
Essex was founded by the eastern Saxons over 1600 years ago. It is the home of Fords European research center, an the band Depeche Mode. The county has a modern city feel to it in the west an countryside to the east.
The “Newcastle” part of the hometown derives from it being the location of a ‘new castle’ in the 12th century. The “Lyme” section refers to the Forest of Lyme that covered the area with lime trees in the medieval period.
So what’s the deal on adverbs? Stephen King says they should be avoided at all costs. What’s your opinion?
Saying you should avoid adverbs at all cost is like saying you should avoid nouns at all cost. It’s ridiculous advice…
And, I rather think, it’s probably advice that is being taken out of context.
Adverbs are a part of speech. Their purpose is to modify or describe a verb, adjective, or even another adverb. Sometimes they’re necessary. However, often they’re not, and those are the ones you need to avoid. So, what makes an adverb unnecessary?
1) An adverb is unnecessary when it’s redundant. In other words, when the modification or description it provides is unnecessary. For example:
“Stop that!” she screamed loudly.
The adverb here, “loudly,” is redundant because screams are always loud. “Loudly” doesn’t tell us anything that we don’t already know from “scream.”
2) An adverb is unnecessary when there’s a better word choice, one that doesn’t need the modification. For example, why say:
He walked quietly into the room.
When you can say:
He tiptoed into the room.
3) Adverbs like very, truly, really, totally, rather, literally, suddenly (just to name a few) are frequently used but often unnecessary.
I went to the window and was totally amazed by the view. It was literally the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The trees and beach were truly beautiful, and the mountains in the background were very picturesque. Suddenly, I felt like I was standing in a painting, and I was really sure I was going to be happy there.
Now, see how much tighter this description sounds without all those unnecessary adverbs cluttering things up…
I went to the window and was amazed by the view. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The trees and beach were beautiful, and the mountains in the background were picturesque. I felt like I was standing in a painting, and I was sure I was going to be happy there.
4) So, when are adverbs necessary?
He stood up slowly and bowed his head. “Thank you all for coming.”
The audience watched as he inched his way across the stage, stopping at the table which held the legendary box. Every person in the room held their breath as he carefully lifted the lid off the box and removed the artifact, placing it gently on the table.
Now, let’s try it without the adverbs…
He stood up and bowed his head. “Thank you all for coming.”
The audience watched as he inched his way across the stage, stopping at the table which held the legendary box. Every person in the room held their breath as he lifted the lid off the box and removed the artifact, placing it on the table.
There’s nothing wrong with the second version, but the adverbs in the first version do lend some nice context. Knowing that he is careful and gentle with the box and artifact reinforces how important it is.
Ultimately, you just need to ask yourself whether or not the adverb is adding anything to the sentence. Sometimes you can’t avoid them. Other times you can avoid them but you’ll lose something. A lot of the time you just don’t need them. :)
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For many, a visit to Napa Valley is a trip of a lifetime. I feel fortunate that I can get in my car from my house and reach this very picturesque part of California in just less than an hour. I hope to visit again in the fall when the grapes are ready for harvest.
A/N - Here’s the first part to my new Youngjae series! Writing this is going to be so fun and I really hope you all like reading it as much as I have liked planning it for you~ As I said in the preview I posted yesterday, updates should be fairly regular. Anyway, here it is!
(Y/N) brought her sword down, one hand wiping away the sweat on her brow. She had been training all morning before her duties as new bodyguard to the prince started. She wasn’t overly fond of the man but wanted to make the most of her new position since it might help her reach her goals of becoming captain of the royal guard. Walking through the halls of the palace, she wondered how the prince would treat her. She knew he was nice enough but didn’t know too much about what he was like behind closed doors. Curiosity filled her mind as she reached his room and knocked on the large wooden door. “Yes?” “It’s (Y/N), your highness. I’m your new bodyguard.” There was no reply but footsteps could be heard reaching closer to the door. Youngjae pulled it open, a loud squeaking noise coming from the hinges. “Hello, (Y/N). Do come in. I plan to walk around the grounds later but for now I’m just doing some things in here.”
She walked into the intricately decorated room and looked around, taking in even the small details. Youngjae sat on a chair, returning to some form of paperwork on his desk. Glancing over his shoulder, you saw it was some business the king had assigned for him, most likely to help prepare Youngjae for when he would be king. “Your father got you doing his work for him?” “Yes, he thinks it’s time I took a more active role in his court,” Youngjae chuckled. “And you don’t?” “Well, it’s not exactly exciting is it. I’m sure you’ve sat through some of his briefings before. I want to avoid that for as long as I can.” “It might not be exciting but I’m afraid you have no choice, your highness. Since your sisters have married other princes, you’re the only one left who can become king. Well, there are others but you’re the only direct heir to the throne.” “Yes, I know. You’re beginning to sound like my mother there. And please, just call me Youngjae not ‘your highness’.” “Alright then, Youngjae.”
Later on, the two walked through the grounds of the palace, taking in the scenery. It was very picturesque and often (Y/N) would have to pinch herself to remind her that the beauty of the grounds was real and not actually a dream. “Youngjae, I know you find royalty and the paperwork boring, but do you really have no interest in your country and the troubles it is facing?” “I do care about the country, I just don’t wish to rule it. Being king isn’t something I feel I’d be good at. I’d much prefer to just be a regular person and not some authoritative figure.” “But think of the power you would have! You can help this country and guide it to becoming more peaceful with the world.” “More peaceful?” “Yes, do you not know we’re at risk of war? Tensions have been high for some time and recently, leaders of other countries seem to be in a state of dislike with us. More and more rebel groups have been rising too. Did you really not know anything about that?” “No. I told you, I find my father’s briefings boring and even when I do go, I tend to fall asleep from boredom.” “I can’t believe that. A prince who doesn’t know anything about what’s happening outside of his palace walls! Youngjae, you really need to sort out your priorities a bit. You should at least know some of this stuff.” “Why do you care so much? It’s my life and I will do with it what I like.” “Yes, it is your choice,” she shrugged. “You can continue with your sheltered life, or you can become someone who matters. Who actually does things.” “Are you saying I don’t matter?” “Well, as a person you do. But your soul? Not really. In the end, the ones who do good and use their power and ability to better the world are the ones who truly matter. And I strongly suggest you become one of them. Now, I have to leave to speak with your father. He requested I talk to him about my new role as your bodyguard. I shall see you later, Youngjae.” She bowed gracefully and left Youngjae standing there, completely speechless.
Her words rang in his head, ‘you can become someone who matters.’ He had never been spoken to like that. Anyone who mentioned his neglect for his position in the court would just drop the subject as soon as he said he didn’t care. No one had ever dared to imply that his life was worthless or not fulfilled. No one but her. And while he hated her for it, he also felt something else. Something besides contempt. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was having one hell of an effect on him. Youngjae wanted to take on her words and do something more than just admire the flowers in the gardens. He wanted to work harder. And maybe it was so he could impress her…
I grew up in rural Oregon, in a town of under 5,000. My graduating class in high school was around 125 students, most of whom I had known since kindergarten. I never was really inspired by the immediate area around where I spent my childhood, and I didn’t start to pursue photography until after I had moved away for college - meaning that while I’ve explored this town and the mountains surrounding it from top to bottom during my time growing up here, I’ve never done it with a camera in hand. I never felt the need to document this place, because I didn’t find it beautiful - I’d always wished we grew up somewhere warmer, preferably on the beach - something I grew out of with time.
i know this is character talk time.... but I would really love to hear more about your thoughts on the joe wright p&p adaption.
I think Wright’s adaptation is a superb one.
Joe Wright is always so skilled as subtlety : with true insight, he manages to express on screen, and without words, what has been written about the soul of his characters. In Pride and Prejudice, it relies primarily on symmetry, glances, and gazes.
He is very faithful to the book, and particularly to the constant and delightful humour of Austen : each scene is filled with such mirth, I’m always laughing out loud when I watch it; the awkwardness, especially, is delightful. Darcy, his gait, his tenseness, and Elizabeth perplexity are a delight.
To convey Austen’s elegant, controlled style, Joe Wright does a great job with cinematography and scenery : painting scenes, symmetric scenes, slow traveling of the camera on a picturesque yet very classical, very subdued detail. Pride and Prejudice is not baroque in the least : its simplicity, in the colours (dark green, dark blue, white, brown), in the costumes, in the repetitive and piano-filled soundtrack, echoes the tranquil and beautiful domesticity of the original story.
The characterisation is absolutely stellar and I think in that, Joe Wright really showed his respect and understanding of the book; as I said before, his Darcy is Austen Darcy : the stutter, the controlled yet passionate hand, the rare but sunny smiles, the awkward posture and early blindness to his surroundings, and then that new degree of softness and warmth when we come back to him at Pemberley; more than anything, the hidden vulnerability, the sudden pain and anger on his face when he is hurt, and the trembling eyelids when his gaze must absolutely escape Elizabeth’s.
The Bennett as well are great: Wright decided to make the Bennett parents a little closer than they are in the book, and M. Bennett a little more loving than he is in the book, and I think it’s a lovely addition; in any case, their constant giggling, occasional stupidity, the dynamics unfolding in the scenes where they are all in the parlour or at dinner is deeply satisfying: a whirlwind of laughter, smiles, conniving (and signification-filled) glances, true warmth and intimacy in their hand choreography (give me this, give me that, carried on so smoothly), their surroundings always found in the happy chaos of true living (contrasting with the cold, immobile Netherfield and Rosings).
Keira Knightley’s Elizabeth is a true delight; still full of innocence and impulse—her rapidity of expression and limpidity of gaze convey both her youth and her cleverness, her insolence and her warmth. She manages to express her thoughts without having to speak: in her rigid or supple gait, in the angle of her neck, lowering of her eyelids, in the very distinct movements of her mouth. Their is a magnetism between her and Macfadyen that is actually heart-seizing, isn’t there? From the start, Wright decides to show us how similar they are, how instinctively they are linked, and it works so well.
All the casting to me is satisfying, except for Bingley who I thought lacked in elegance and prince-like charm—but Kitty and Lydia’s mixture of impudence and gaiety, Wickham’s charisma and transparency (the cold elegance of a paper hero), Charlotte’s plain but reassuring persona, Collins’ hilarious and enraging pretentiousness, Miss Bingley’s rat-like pettiness, Jane’s peaceful, magnetic softness, and Georgiana youthful charm (although that is an invention —Georgiana is very Darcy herself in the book, awkward and shy and timid) are all perfect.
What Joe Wright has chosen to put aside from the book, I think, is a show of his talent as an adapter: he got rid only of what wasn’t mandatory to the story, letting himself linger on the faces of his protagonists, their interior turmoil palpable behind the mask of conventions. Mrs. Phillips, the Gardiner’s children, the whole London’s storyline, Mr. Bingley’s second sister, the dinners leading to Jane and Bingley’s engagement… these would have been empty additions to a well-paced, beautiful movie.
Where Joe Wright loses me a little, however, is when he tries to add drama to a very lovely yet very human-scaled story; of course the idea is justifiable. He’s appealing to a romantic audience, who might not be satisfied with only subdued and subtle signs of affection. But I do like Austen’s no-nonsense writing, and her credible (somewhat, although she’s not above easy, lucky coincidences) string of events. For example, Wright’s scene for the engagement of Elizabeth and Darcy is a bit wobbly: they both meet in a field, in the morning after Lady Catherine’s visit to Longbourn. How could Darcy have known so soon what Elizabeth had said? How can they be meeting here, in an unknown field, and know they would find each other? And above all, why is his shirt slightly open, and Elizabeth all the while wearing pyjamas? It’s the 1800′s, guys. Get dressed.
Wright sometimes overlooks the rules of propriety and modesty in Pride and Prejudice, again for the sake of drama. It’s not a problem and to the neophyte spectator, it’s certainly not memorable; but it did irk me at times. Darcy entering Elizabeth’s bedroom to give him the letter, although she is alone and again, in her nightdress; Lady Catherine forcing herself into the Bennett’s household at night; Darcy running after Elizabeth; Elizabeth and Darcy being again and again thrown alone in a room, although the book always has them chaperoned.
What is beautifully done, however, is the slow discovery of Elizabeth’s own mind; the intensity of the feelings. It’s subtle, you know, both in the book and in the movie: otherwise the audience and readers could think Elizabeth changed her mind when she saw Pemberley, for example. But no —her fascination for Darcy starts just a little earlier than her visit, and gnaws at her steadily; at first, she cannot explain it; when she can, she’s horrified that she has lost his esteem forever. Her silence when Jane asks her about Rosings (which a departure from the book: she confesses Darcy’s proposal to Jane there), her single tear at night when Jane talks of Darcy and Bingley; her sole, heart-breaking admission in front of the mirror: I have been so wrong. Silently, slowly, passion has been growing on her side as well.
All in all, I think it’s a true, faithful, respectful hymn to Jane Austen’s work, and what Wright had to bring to the table in his adaptation is generally very successful, very thoughtful, and delightfully carved. He did such a good job.
4.30.17 / 4:30 pm / kai’s song- the overcoats
i had a very productive and picturesque sunday. i camped out in emissary sipping on a tiny, wonderful cappuccino whilst doing final essay prep. finals season is upon us, so it’s important to remember to relax and treat yourself with a drink or meal every so often, & there’s no better place to treat yourself than in dc!
This is Otaku Senpai, and his full name: Kouki-senpai! He is usually found hanging around the best spots for reading in Ikemen, often by windows accompanied by streams of sunlight, leading to him looking very classy and picturesque - but anyone who knows him can tell you that’s a different story.
His birthday is March 7th, and his height is 170 cm/5′7″. He usually has his nose buried in a manga or is on his phone watching the latest simlucast. Sometimes, you’ll find him watching it on the TV in your café as well, or on the black sofa enjoying his books and a cup of coffee.
His note is scribbled on the back of a receipt for the local comics store, asking you if you would like to spend a day watching a few new anime seasons with him. In his first CG, you are jogging through the school halls when you accidentally run into him, causing him to drop all his bag and manga. Instantly, you move to help him collect everything, and he’s looking at you with wide eyes, grateful that you are helping him, and asking what you’re doing at an all-boys school. You explain that you work in the café, and he says that he has to visit at some point. For his second CG, he confesses that he fell for you as you always brought him coffee and allowed him to rant about his favorite characters and books, never once judging him for it. He then asks if you would like to get together sometime to attend a convention with him.
Kouki is a pretty mellow guy, seemingly into just having a quiet day and read. But if you get him going, he changes completely, his eyes lighting up as he drops facts like nobody’s business about all the anime and manga he’s ever read. Often a critique, he never means to appear semi-standoffish at times. He has younger siblings that often ask him about his favorite manga and anime, (which are usually slice of life and romance genres, but he’s down for anything) and his siblings in return often make up his hair to resemble the characters that he shows them. He is also an amateur cosplayer and artist, and pulls all-nighters watching anime.
STANJEL, Slovenia - a picturesque and very unique Slovenian village located on the Karst Plateau overlooking the vine-growing Vipava valley. In the 17th century it was fortified to defend it against Ottoman raids.
Louise Ingram Rayner (21 June 1832 – 8 October 1924) was a British watercolor artist. She lived in Chester in the Welsh Marches but travelled extensively, painting British scenes, during the summers in 1870s and 1880s. Her paintings are very detailed and highly picturesque populated street scenes capturing the “olde worlde” character of British towns and cities in the booming Victorian period.
He hated it as a kid because of the loneliness and being it the most obvious scapegoat for losses. I don’t think he actively dislikes it anymore, but what he’s said over the years - notably, this really good interview from 2014 - gives me the strong impression that he still sees goalkeeping as a isolated, unforgiving, mentally excruciating job.
“Our philosophy is to have the ball so the opposition don’t shoot often
but I can assure you it’s not easy. At times, you’re in bits.
Mentally it’s exhausting. I’ve finished games where I’ve hardly touched
the ball yet I’ve got to the dressing room dead. You think: why?
Because psychologically you’re completely immersed and that can be more
tiring than physical exertion. […]
Everything’s analysed to the last centimetre and if you
can’t isolate yourself from that, it can affect you. The entorno
is vulnerable and marks the dynamic of the club; one day you’re up
here, the next down here. You think ‘what happened?’ Barcelona is ‘more
than a club’ for a lot of reasons and that’s one of them.“
In other bittersweet news…watch this fan tribute video of him!
Summary: The team rescues one of Hydra’s victims, and
their similar pasts pique Bucky’s interest.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: hospital stuff, a bit of angst, also a
microscopic bit of fluff
A/N: I feel like this part is a little bit of a mess. Although,
like the characters, I’m also trying to figure everything out. So I guess it
works? Heh. Sorry for it being so long. But I hope you enjoy the little plot twist!
I can still hear the fight going on in the streets, even
over the thundering of my own heart. As I sit on the ground in a dark alleyway,
hugging my knees to my trembling body, I flinch at the screams of the
civilians. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing. If I can’t
get myself together and gather my strength, I won’t be able to make it out of