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We need etsy to get bought by someone who will run it like the navy i need to only see small businesses in eastern europe weaving baskets by hand and anime yaoi keychains with original fanart
Literally need someone with an serial killer level obsession with content moderation to sit at a wall of monitors sniping dropshippers. I need etsy HQ to look and sound like the nerv command center in Evangelion
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This is the last letter of Marie Antoinette, written in the early morning hours of October 16th on the day of her execution. Her sham trial had stretched across three days, and had concluded that morning with her being sentenced to death. After the verdict was read, she was brought back to her cell in the Conciergerie and penned this tear stained letter to her sister in law, Madame Elisabeth. It would never reach its’ intended recipient. It is often stated that the letter was kept by Robespierre and found among his things after his death, but this is unproven.
16th October, 4.30 A.M. It is to you, my sister, that I write for the last time. I have just been condemned, not to a shameful death, for such is only for criminals, but to go and rejoin your brother. Innocent like him, I hope to show the same firmness in my last moments. I am calm, as one is when one’s conscience reproaches one with nothing. I feel profound sorrow in leaving my poor children: you know that I only lived for them and for you, my good and tender sister. You who out of love have sacrificed everything to be with us, in what a position do I leave you! I have learned from the proceedings at my trial that my daughter was separated from you. Alas! poor child; I do not venture to write to her; she would not receive my letter. I do not even know whether this will reach you. Do you receive my blessing for both of them. I hope that one day when they are older they may be able to rejoin you, and to enjoy to the full your tender care. Let them both think of the lesson which I have never ceased to impress upon them, that the principles and the exact performance of their duties are the chief foundation of life; and then mutual affection and confidence in one another will constitute its happiness. Let my daughter feel that at her age she ought always to aid her brother by the advice which her greater experience and her affection may inspire her to give him. And let my son in his turn render to his sister all the care and all the services which affection can inspire. Let them, in short, both feel that, in whatever positions they may be placed, they will never be truly happy but through their union. Let them follow our example. In our own misfortunes how much comfort has our affection for one another afforded us! And, in times of happiness, we have enjoyed that doubly from being able to share it with a friend; and where can one find friends more tender and more united than in one’s own family? Let my son never forget the last words of his father, which I repeat emphatically; let him never seek to avenge our deaths. I have to speak to you of one thing which is very painful to my heart, I know how much pain the child must have caused you. Forgive him, my dear sister; think of his age, and how easy it is to make a child say whatever one wishes, especially when he does not understand it. It will come to pass one day, I hope, that he will better feel the value of your kindness and of your tender affection for both of them. It remains to confide to you my last thoughts. I should have wished to write them at the beginning of my trial; but, besides that they did not leave me any means of writing, events have passed so rapidly that I really have not had time. I die in the Catholic Apostolic and Roman religion, that of my fathers, that in which I was brought up, and which I have always professed. Having no spiritual consolation to look for, not even knowing whether there are still in this place any priests of that religion (and indeed the place where I am would expose them to too much danger if they were to enter it but once), I sincerely implore pardon of God for all the faults which I may have committed during my life. I trust that, in His goodness, He will mercifully accept my last prayers, as well as those which I have for a long time addressed to Him, to receive my soul into His mercy. I beg pardon of all whom I know, and especially of you, my sister, for all the vexations which, without intending it, I may have caused you. I pardon all my enemies the evils that they have done me. I bid farewell to my aunts and to all my brothers and sisters. I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them. Farewell, my good and tender sister. May this letter reach you. Think always of me; I embrace you with all my heart, as I do my poor dear children. My God, how heart-rending it is to leave them forever! Farewell! farewell! I must now occupy myself with my spiritual duties, as I am not free in my actions. Perhaps they will bring me a priest; but I here protest that I will not say a word to him, but that I will treat him as a total stranger.
TUDORWEEK2024 - DAY ONE: Your Favourite Tudor (members of the family that were born Tudors)
Elizabeth Tudor (September 7 1533 - March 24 1603)
‘All the trumpets, and knights and lords, and Heralds of Arms...and all the Bishops in scarlet, and the Queen, and all the footmen waiting upon the Queen to Westminster Hall; there met all the Bishops and all the Chapel with three crosses and in their copes, the Bishops mitred, and singing Salva festa dies; and all the street laid with gravel, and blue cloth unto the Abbey, and railed on every side, and so to the Abbey to Mass, and there her Grace was crowned’.
speaking of remakes of classic literature: why does no one make a modern take on austen's northanger abbey that parodies the mordern horror genre (as opposed to the gothic satire it initially was)? that could be fun and cute without fucking up the main message
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A 'Pride and Prejudice' series is in development at Netflix, with 'Everything I Know About Love' author Dolly Alderton penning the scripts.
Prepare yourselves for jaded, sassy girlboss Elizabeth and some character making a “very mindful, very demure” joke at some point, probably.
So of course whenever I write "Mr. Bennet is a terrible father" people come back at me with, "I can tell you about terrible fathers! How dare you use that word!" but I'm probably going to keep using it and here is why:
Her father was a clergyman, without being neglected, or poor, and a very respectable man, though his name was Richard—and he had never been handsome. He had a considerable independence besides two good livings—and he was not in the least addicted to locking up his daughters. - Northanger Abbey, Ch 1
Jane Austen knew that very extremely horrible parents existed, but that was not what she was interested in as a writer. To me, she seems to want to expose how parents can fail their children without anything that would be considered explicit physical abuse. Even General Tilney and Mrs. Norris only talk and scream, we have no evidence at all that they would hit.
And yet, the characters suffer a lot because of their parents. Emma's father has imprisoned her, but by loving her too much. Mr. Bennet doesn't harm his daughters in the present, but he's setting them up for a very precarious future*. Sir Walter would never let Anne go unfed or unclothed, but he still neglects her. Mrs. Dashwood is so emotionally fragile that Elinor feels that she cannot confide in her when she is suffering herself. Sir Thomas was so strict that his children hated their home.
Jane Austen didn't write Gothic horror or the worst side of humanity. She wrote very relatable and realistically flawed parents who still put their children through a lot of suffering.
If you could instantly be granted fluency in 5 languages—not taking away your existing language proficiency in any way, solely a gain—what 5 would you choose?
people will say "early medieval" and be talking about shit from the high middle ages. people will say "medieval" and be talking about the early modern era. people will say "the early modern era" and literally mean 1952
people will say "ancient" in reference to something that happened in 1250 AD
people will say "Renaissance paintings" and then show some random french painting from 1770
Something about how Emma Woodhouse must feel a kinship with Frank Churchill because both of them have a sick relation that they must care for that restricts their ability to enjoy their own life, only for her to realize that Frank doesn't take this responsibility very seriously at all, has been everywhere that Emma has longed to go, and that he resents his aunt for the (lesser) restriction, which Emma never does with her father.
Something about how Frank Churchill hides his engagement from his aunt and uncle because he knows they will disapprove but he does it anyway, while Emma tells her father about her engagement right away and considers his feelings above her own, even to the point that she accepts that her wedding will have to be delayed indefinitely.
Something about how Frank Churchill will not do his duty to his father until he has something to gain by it (seeing Jane) while Emma sacrifices her happiness, time, and energy again and again without complaint to the care of her father.
Something about how on the surface, Frank Churchill and Emma Woodhouse seem very similar, but they are nothing alike.
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"Anne Boleyn was jealous unlike Katherine of Aragon who was dignified and gracious" my brother in christ adultery is a SIN. It's literally in the TEN COMMANDMENTS. Why wouldn't Anne be vocal about an act that is blatantly condemned by her faith?
watching Seven Samurai
i wonder how many they'll need
i hesitate even to speculate
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began.