Apr. 3rd, 2020

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Smithies churn, daemons burn

Stars are shining bright

It’s your turn, now you learn

How The Mystic feasts tonight

The Old King was not missold, of years he had a hundred score

The dark panic of infernal magic would give him millennia more

And he would watch as the suns burned out, collapsing from their core

Oh, never to forgive he would eternal live, his hands dyed red by gore

When in quarantine do what you did when you were 10

Rework lyrics to fit your current obsession

(original lyrics by the mechanisms taken from their song old king cole)

(tumblr eat this again and I will end you)

Edit: forget to tag the person who got me to listen to this! [profile] hamelin_born

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This is awesome! I love it! 

Also, Ardyn is probably snickering in the background and grinning to himself as Jean carols on, thoroughly lambasting his brother. He might also be planning some way to get a recording thereof played in front of Regis - almost incidentally; what he really wants is for the *Ring* to ‘hear’ the song. 

Just. Imagine! The whole Once Upon A Time [In Space] reworked such that Somnus is the Big Bad! And the song cycle is probably - infectiously popular; it isn’t long before a lot of people are singing it, and if it’s prevalent enough, at some point Regis+the Ring will have to hear it…

Regis probably finds this lambasting of his ancestor somewhat amusing; he’s disconnected from the situation, and also one of the first to happily confirm that some of his ancestors were colossal dicks. The Mystic, though - 

Somnus, inside the Ring, is probably seething. 
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caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
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No change there then.
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Elia and Ned make the most amazing Royal Power Couple and Rhaegar doesn’t even know because he’s still hiding from the scary women in the library. XD
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tilthat:

TIL that Jourdan Anderson escaped slavery and was begged by his former master to return because he was suffering, so Anderson replied with the finest fuck you lettet ever written by man, without ever saying fuck you.

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Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams’s Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson.

I googled him to see how this story turned out and

it turned out very well.

#jourdon anderson lived to 81#amanda lived until 1913#fuck yes
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