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Occasionally, Michael Ulrich (official PARF photographer) makes memes.
Yesterday was one such day. Original post here.
All photos are from the 2020 season. Check out Michael Ulrich’s photography here.
Listen, I am so glad they made this joke.
(footage from PARF Performers’ [formally wavking] 2019 Boarshead Brawl video)
As soon as the Faire thinks to make teapots as well as mugs, it’s all over for this hoe.
At long last, the photos of my updated 2018 Rose cosplay! I promised Rowan and the Rose that I’d actually post these pictures right away, but I’m not exactly surprised at my failure to do so.
As hoped, I made several upgrades from my previous version. The new boots are closer to the ones she wears, I got ahold of a rose headband to better match her current look, and (most importantly) acquired a proper corset! I’d hoped to sew black panels on it, but that just means I can improve it more later.
Unfortunately, I had a brain fart that morning and totally forgot that corsets negate the need for a bra, so enjoy the incongruous green straps there.
But most importantly.....
we
did
the meme.
(As before, photography courtesy of my mom.)
Self-care is spending the whole day in a panic-attack and dying at a joust before getting engaged to the fae king who caused it all.
Psychic: *reads my mind*
Me: And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog this holiday of pleasure, a day of lust and beer (beer!), we gossip so we know the facts – for size, it matters here I’m a rakish rogue, I’m a rakish rogue, and I don’t care whether I work all night for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon! níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill, solas ard atá sa ghealaigh he slept all night with the king instead, for this is a fairy story and every day you’re on this ship you’re two days nearer death they’ll take you off to you-know-where for you wouldn’t know how long and if they embrace me, as oftimes before, then I never shall play the wild rover no more just remind me what I said, or you can shoot me in the head and I’ve never bathed in yogurt and I don’t look good in leather, and I’ve never been to London in the fall and I ask you friends she played the fiddle in an Irish band what’s a fellow to do but she fell in love with an Englishman when her hair was black and her eyes were blue kissed her on the neck see I’ve traveled around and then he took her by the hand been all over the world saying lady I just want to dance but I’ve never seen nothing like a with my pretty little Galway girl the one sang high and the other sang low, and the other sang a raggle-taggle g*psy-o with strapping muscles just like Hans Tolhoffer! find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers, splinters, drag him to a hole musha ring dumma do damma da, whack for the daddy 'ol, whack for the daddy 'ol, there's whiskey in the jar but just to be a pretty lady, that would be a pity, baby; let me be your right-hand man I thought I did a pretty good job, but I don’t work there anymore we say yo-ho, but we don’t say ho, ‘cos ho is disrespectful, yo UP, RIDE WITH THE KELPIE I’ll steal your soul to the deep! if you won’t ride with me while the devil’s free, I’ll ride with somebody else for we may or might never all meet here again!
Psychic: what the fuck
