Hi! Sorry if this is weird because we don’t follow each other but your list of hundred books was on my dash and because I like books and checking things of, I checked your list and for some reason your list of books made me think that you were finnish or swedish. Which based on your profile is accurate :D
There’s really no point to this except that I thought it was funny that you can guess where someone is from based on the books they like. But maybe only if you share a nationality :D
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No way that's so funny! :D Was it the Astrid Lindgren and Tove Jansson that tipped you off? Either way well spotted!
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Pohjassa, nykyisessä Raaseporissa, sijaitsee Antskogin ruukki, joka on Suomen vanhin ruukkiyhdyskunta, tämän perusti turkulainen Jakob Wolle eli Wulff suunnilleen vuonna 1630.
Ensialkuun Antskogiin valmistui masuuni ja kaksiahjoinen kankirautavasara, mutta pian ruukki laajeni ja sen ympärille muodostui ruukkiyhdyskunta.
1700 luvulla Antskogissa aloitettiin kuparin jalostus ja 1800 luvulla sinne…
Arthur hated to feel idle when there was finally a chance that they could do something to improve the situation. He located the shelf and the bottle in quick succession, and added them to the small pile that was growing in a hastily-cleared spot on the table. Gaius was working with deft precision that Arthur had to admire in the same way he admired the angle of Gwen's wrist as she flicked sheets and lifted chainmail, and the same way he had admired Lancelot's sublime battle-grace; Arthur liked to see things done well by experts.
4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?
"Next time you intend to sleep elsewhere, Merlin, do feel free to inform me of the fact, if you do not wish me to assume that you've gone charging off on a dragon-slaying quest in the middle of the night. No, it's all right," he waved down Merlin's pink-faced efforts to apologise, "I looked in on the prince's rooms, just to make sure. I apologise for the liberty, your highness."
Arthur stared at him. "My door locks."
"So it does, sire," Gaius agreed.
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
THIS QUESTION IS WASTED ON ME :( nope.
11: What do you like best about this fic?
I think it’s one of the first times I tried to write an adventure plot, and actually...pulled it off far better than expected, given I was writing it in furious bursts while simultaneously studying for my med school exams and throwing together two cosplay outfits.
plus it was the first time I’d written such a classic trope, and was the first person to write it in a very active fandom. SUCCESS.
Adaptations of Emma, particularly the long ones, can be slow and plodding, and I appreciated that this one was infused with energy. I never found my attention drifting or that sort of dutiful “okay, just another half-hour, I can get through it.”
The framing device of the three motherless children was intriguing, because while it’s of course not in the text, it’s also not wrong. The fates of these three motherless children (Frank handed over to overbearing relatives, Jane to kindly strangers, and Emma shut up in Hartfield, both spoiled and smothered) are all there. It particularly highlights Emma’s gilded-cage existence, which ... I have two minds about. I do like the idea of bringing it out (I think it’s very much there), but it’s so heavy-handed--I mean, there’s literally a voice-over spelling it out and then it’s just hit so hard that I was like “yes, I get it, thanks.”
Emma herself was also mixed for me. Like most versions of Emma, I feel like they were afraid of letting her be unlikable. The hyper-exuberance of their take gets forced at times--it’s the reason I stopped watching, originally. That said, I did like that we get a sense both of her sweetness and her intelligence, her snobbery neither dialed down nor some grim ~dark side~ to her. It’s just ... there, part of who she is. I guess I would say--I enjoyed watching the character she was playing, even if that character wasn’t so much Emma as her giddy blue-eyed second cousin.
Jonny Lee Miller as Mr Knightley was one of those casting choices that I was initially very “?????” about. Maybe it was coming right on the heels of the TERRIBAD Mark Strong!Mr Knightley, but I liked him a lot. He had the good humour of the character, but also the seriousness and depth of feeling. They didn’t shy away from the age gap, but he came across as an older friendly peer rather than an angry father-figure, even with such a youthful Emma.
A wonderful Anne Weston. She’s often a sort of blandly supportive older woman mentor figure, but you get a strong sense of spirit and real camaraderie here. You feel for Mr Weston, too.
A very human Miss Bates--perhaps a little too much so, with the ridiculousness scaled down, but I appreciated it.
Very good Frank, gets across the charm of the character and the real affinity with Emma, emphasized by bringing out the parallel childhood gilded cages thing. Again, overdone, but a lot of adaptations treat Frank more as a watered-down villain than the darker version of Emma that he is. It’s a narcissistic friendship that reinforces their shared flaws as well as simply exploitative. I think it’s easy to come away from most adaptations thinking that Frank was merely using Emma (which he is!), without any real liking and sympathy between them--but it’s important that that is there, that the very sympathy is how they instinctively know their flirtation is safe.
Jane: okay. The secret engagement was far, far, far too obvious, and she opens up to Emma enough that I feel her extreme reserve is more talked about than really present. Not bad in general, but mostly a less subtle version of Olivia Williams’ Jane.
Harriet: sure exists, which is all that Harriet needs to do. I was constantly jarred by the casting--it’s not wrong, but Romola Garai looks so much like my idea of Harriet while Harriet’s own fine-boned actress does... uh, not, that I kept getting distracted. Honestly, it’s just odd to me to cast Emma and Harriet with the same colouring--they’re some of the only characters in Austen whose appearance does get described, and they’re physical opposites.
The Eltons: excellent. Other minor characters are generally good.
The actual writing ranged between good and extremely questionable, IMO. A lot of times the Austen text gets watered down--it’s saying basically the same thing, but rephrased to be more modern or ~dramatic~ or whatever, often cutting out salient bits. In a feature film, I can see that (though I still find it questionable in many cases), but most of the times it just felt rather patronizing. And it’s not every cast that can make the language work, but this one handles it extremely well when they’re given the chance, so it felt rather a waste. I almost felt like they didn’t trust their own invention to mesh with Austen’s level of dialogue, so brought hers “down.”
7 hours, 220 kilometers, photo trip in a freezing cold weather
7 hours, 220 kilometers, photo trip in a freezing cold weather
Today we had some free time from our kids and we planned a long photography trip to interesting locatios about 1 hour drive away from our home. The place we went into was Raasepori and the first stop there were Queen Dagmar’s spring. Dagmar was the Russian Tsar Alexander III’s wife and the monument was built in honor of the Tsar couples visits. The Tsar couple visited Dagmarkällan Villa over the…
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2. My character from my WIP with creativityobsessed
3. Gigi Darcy from The Lizzie Bennet Diaries
4. Lydia Bennet from (the end of) The Lizzie Bennet Diaries
5. Poppet Murray from The Night Circus
10 - That I'd want to get drunk with
Well, I don’t get drunk, and I don’t see the appeal of getting drunk, so this is more a list of women I wouldn’t mind getting a drink or two with, somewhere low-key.
It was barely an admission, just an insinuation, but Arthur saw the snakes from Valient’s shield and Merlin’s tired eyes after Lancelot had driven away the gryphon. He thought about the beast poisoning the water and a thousand other little things—the light, floating above him in the cave, scraping away at the dark and guiding him toward escape as Merlin burned like reddened coal, babbling fever-sick words like gibberish, Gwen had said, like spells, Arthur thought.
I know this belief got completely jossed in the series finale, but I always sort of struggled with the idea that Arthur didn't know that Merlin had magic. Because Merlin was so fucking TERRIBLE at hiding it. Like oh my God, I'm more skillful at hiding condoms (which I once stuck in a sugar free popsicle box in the freezer) and sex toys (when the TSA asked me if there was anything in my suitcase, I once told them, "just a lamp and my vibrator") than Merlin is at hiding he has magic. It's one of those personal canons I hold dear, even if the show completely disagreed. WHATEVER FUCK THOSE GUYS UGH ARTHUR *DIED IN MERLIN'S ARMS*.
Gladly, thank you for indulging me! I don't know, I feel like I want to talk about it ALL THE TIME because that's what you do with books that rearrange you but I also feel like I'm bothering people because I am just so !!!!!!! about it?
Last (which wound up becoming Next because I suddenly remembered where I wanted to go with this scene):
He looks at her and his eyes can't seem to decide what they want to see. A woman, but also not, wearing an overlarge black jumper with sleeves that hang past her fingers and those same vacuum-seal skinny jeans his granddaughters like to wear. Her badge says MAINTENANCE STAFF Hi My Name is: DEATH. Her face, the one tilted up to him, eyebrows hiked in faint surprise ... her face is Liesel's, but somehow every Liesel he's ever known, all at once; young Liesel and old Liesel and even something of the Liesel from Max's paintings, brushstrokes that breathe and walk and haunt and are still somehow Liesel. He looks at her and sees arms made for the gentle carrying of fragile things, a chest made of glass. It would be so easy, he knows, to shatter Death's horrible heart.
"Are you here for my wife?" he asks, broadening his stance to block the stairs. He may be almost eighty, but he can still throw a punch.
Death does not lie to him. "Yes," she says.
Georg considers this. "Will it hurt her?" he asks.
Something in the chaotic mess of her softens. "No, book maker," she tells him. "She is beyond pain."
