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theoutcastrogue · 3 months

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Shannon - Bedlam Boys

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, Ten thousand miles I’ve traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, For to save her shoes from gravel

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money

I went down to Satan’s kitchen To break my fast one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning.

There I took a cauldron Where boiled ten thousand harlots Though full of flame I drank the same To the health of all such varlets.

Me staff has murdered giants And me bag a long knife carries For to cut mince pies from children’s thighs With which to feed the fairies

No gypsy, slut or doxy Shall win my mad Tom from me I’ll weep all night, with stars I’ll fight The fray shall well become me

So drink to Tom of Bedlam Go fill the seas in barrels I’ll drink it all, well brewed with gall And maudlin drunk I’ll quarrel

The spirits white as lightening Would on me travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me

The moon’s my constant mistress, And the lowly owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow.

Original tune by The Halliard, first recorded by Steeleye Span as “Boys of Bedlam”, 1971. The lyrics are from “Mad Maudlin’s Search”, the reply to Tom o’ Bedlam, early 17th century. Other versions: Hickey and Sparks, Heidi Talbot, Heather Alexander, The Bedlam Boys, John Roberts and Tony Barrand.

#Shannon #Bedlam Boys #prison ballads #folk #punk #Tom o' Bedlam #Boys of Bedlam #the ramblin' rover #a begging I will go

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bedlamsbard · 8 months

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not to talk about Star Wars on main and I'd fight Dave Filoni in a Waffle House parking lot as much as the next burned out former Star Wars fan, but also it is so funny to me when people blame Dave for stuff in TCW that comes directly from George Lucas. Ahsoka being Anakin's padawan was George Lucas's decision, not Dave Filoni's.

from The Art of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, which I realize has been out of print for a good long while now.

text: A teenage Togruta Padawan, Ahsoka Tano was a completely new character. "Ahsoka came out of an earlier idea for the series when I didn't think we were going to have Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi in it," says Filoni. "Henry [Gilroy] and I came up with a concept about two Jedi, a Master and a Padawan, assigned to the black market."

Though they jettisoned the concept once Lucas made it clear that the series would feature Skywalker and Kenobi, Gilroy and Filoni stuck with the idea of a girl Padawan. "Dave and I figured that Anakin was a Jedi Knight very early in the war, so we thought it would be interesting if we gave Obi-Wan a replacement Padawan," recalls Gilroy. "But George wanted her to be Anakin's Padawan."

"We added the idea of a Padawan so that we wouldn't be stuck in the same relationship dynamic between Anakin and Obi-Wan," says Lucas. "This is a way of explaining Anakin's rise to being a full-fledged Jedi, and at the same time the growing relationship between Anakin and Obi-Wan as friends, as equals. In order to do that, we needed someone to take on the role of the younger person who is being taught in these stories."

"We were as surprised as anyone that Anakin had a Padawan," laughs Filoni, who got the task of figuring out how to work a major new character into the Star Wars saga. Filoni and Gilroy developed her character as a mix between Anakin's brashness and Obi-Wan's measured judgment, reflecting the shift between the Republic and the oncoming Empire.

"Anakin is in favor of a stricter type of government. Obi-Wan represents the Old Republic," explains Filoni. "Ahsoka's in between them, looking back at what was, looking forward to what might be."

#also I have the special edition of this book which is apparently worth OVER TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS?????#I've got the regular edition back home which is still worth several hundred because it's out of print #I think it's always good to look back at original intentions #for example I got the avengers art book recently and hoo boy they did not know the tesseract was an infinity stone back then #but honestly they did a great job retconning that in #bedlam watches star wars

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oaxleaf · 5 months

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i know charles ends up plot-wise mostly being there to give merrick further reason to leave for peru, but i do think he provides an interesting angle on the themes of disability throughout tbs (which i am, by the way, by no means an authority on so maybe take my views with a grain of salt). i mean, he is so very insecure about his own disability, and how it relates to his position as the older of the two brothers. he feels such a need to assert his authority, to make it clear to merrick that he is the one that owns helligan, that he is the one who is in charge and makes decisions about it. and when merrick returns with a disability of his own he doesn't let that act go, and in part that's just because he's kind of a dick, but i'd also think that part of it might how he'd probably not have that much experience around other disabled people whom he views as needing to 'prove himself' to. this, in contrast of course, to bedlam, where the approach to disability is far more 'everyone has their own needs, and everyone gets those needs provided for' because that's a comunity where it's not only considered normal and destigmatized but there also exists the systems and the experience in place to provide for different abilities and conditions. which you know, is probably very different from the disabled experience in 1850's england, and that's reflected pretty heavily in merrick's own reflection upon his own abilities at the beginning of the novel vs. what he ends up seeing in bedlam

#i'm always cautious to speak on topics i'm not super experienced with #but this has been bouncing around my head so i hope i get my point across without saying something clumsy lol #because oh boy does merrick and charles' sibling relationship fascinate me #anyways #natasha pulley #pulleyverse #the bedlam stacks

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upwards-descent · 4 months

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Why did I make a Venture Bros self-insert OC and then never actually do anything with that lmao? My partner made Vikram a boyfriend and I went "dope we're all good here" as if the source material isn't chock full of potential boyfriends and one-offs

#vikram joshi #doctor bedlam #for any vb babes the first ship is my boy x phantom limb 👀#they'd make good fuck buddies #vik can't handle too much of all that ego XD so they wouldn't be comitted at all #plus he's committed to his killer android and goofs around when he feels like #at least in vb

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pagingdoctorbedlam · 11 months

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More practice with Czerny, including:

- trying out the new face style (think I'm getting the hang of it!)

- a lil running pose (I imagine he bounds like a deer when he needs to book it)

- figuring out my general hc for his body once he's been on RI for a bit (he's got a broad frame already, just adding more muscle and a bit of weight now that his care is more consistent)

Might ink these later? We'll see...

#bedlam art #arknights #arknights czerny #he's a surprisingly good test subject for art practice #and i'm having fun with his expressions esp since he normally looks so stoic #i need to check but i think there's only one canonical image of him smiling...? two if you count the PV?#i imagine he also learns to loosen up around others and drop some of his stoic mask #he just needs time. boy has a lot to work through.

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eric-the-bmo · 6 months

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[punches the air] im!!!!! thinking of the original idea i had for theodore's chrysalis!!!!! where he sees a rabbit chimera and follows it!! im normal about it, my boy can never escape the wonderland aesthetic

#what if i let him keep the Dark Secret flaw in his newest incarnation #and its that this kids been in bedlam the whole time idk #im here for my boy to lose it #eric finally speaks #ctd

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thenatashapulleyuniverse · 2 years

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back on my bullshit!!

as a loose continuation of this post

WHY!!! WHY ARE ALL TREMAYNE MEN DOOMED TO WAIT AND WAIT AND WAIT!!!!!! WHY ARE THEY BUILT LIKE THAT!!

Harry waits for Raphael to wake but he couldn't wait long enough so he sends his son in his place. Jack couldn't wait long enough for the man in the tree to wake so he sends his son in his place. Merrick waits 21 years and 6 months just to give Raphael that coffee he promised. But then comes the part where he's waiting for the inevitable: either for Raphael to go to sleep again and Merrick dies alone and Raphael wakes up alone, or Merrick dies beside the one person he's only ever loved so deeply leaving Raphael alone either way.

Like this story is SO SICKENING. WRETCHED EVEN!!! Blah blah blah something about a patience that consumes you inevitably. Because all good things run out eventually. The time will pass, the love will move on, the stone will erode. Because what is devotion if not a sacrifice ykwim

#(slams bedlam on the table) THIS BAD BOY CAN HOLD SOOOO MANY THEMES #im so tired i cant with this book i actually need to shut up #the bedlam stacks #tbs #natasha pulley

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rastronomicals · 1 year

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5:12 AM EDT June 20, 2023:

Steeleye Span - "Boys Of Bedlam" From the album Please to See the King (March 1971)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

The burlap-looking cover was the original; the original Australian issue from a year later used the medieval-looking cover, as did a 1990 US reissue on Shanachie.

The song itself is an interesting one, though it is not of medieval provenance, having been composed as a poem around 1620. "Bedlam" was how the Bethlehem Royal Hospital for the Insane came to be known in the public parlance, and by extension, "Tom O'Bedlam" came to refer to an insane person, or one faking who after release from the hospital, or not, turned to begging.

"For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink and no money"

Evidently Steeleye went away from the historical music, and applied a Breton folk-melody they knew. Versions since use the music Steeleye appropriated almost exclusively.

I'll also take the space to recommend one of my favorite science fiction novels: Tom O'Bedlam, by Robert Silverberg, the central question of which is whether Tom is faking, or not.

#Steeleye Span #Please to See the King #Boys Of Bedlam

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thebestworstidea · 2 years

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"The Royal Forester" by The Bedlam Boys

The song was bouncy, catchy and exactly clean enough to be sung in daylight. In fact an evening crowd would probably be disappointed by the lack of details. Especially after the ale had been flowing for a bit. However for an afternoon performance at a market day, it was a good choice.

Geralt resented vaguely that he now knew enough about music to be able to say that with confidence. Not that he was saying anything. He was in fact, sitting in the shade of the tree the little stage was set in front of. It left him hidden from the crowd of the market by the shade, and the tree itself was at the edge of the field so no one but another performer would be approaching from the rear, or really coming around the sides, leaving him in relative peace.

The sound of Jaskier’s voice was loud enough to drown out the mutters and murmurs of the crowd, and familiar enough to be relaxing, allowing him to rest. No doubt anyone who saw him would think he was asleep, but he was only resting his eyes.

The song must have been new, because as Jaskier was wrapping up, he got asked to sing it again.

He did of course.

To the outside observer, it would have appeared that he had stayed asleep until his boot was nudged. But he hadn’t been asleep (not properly) in the first place, and in the second, he’d known the bard was approaching.

For one thing, he could smell Jaskier -and that he was carrying fresh bread, at least one meat pie, and sweetbread of some sort.

“Weren’t you the one who was so very firm that we wouldn’t be staying here?” Jaskier asked and went to poke him again. “And here you are, taking a nap.”

“Hmn.” He opened one eye, and Jaskier pulled his foot back without poking him again. “Are you done?”

“Indeed I am, they’ve been quite generous;” He jiggled the bags in his arms. “I mean, a little light on the coin, but if they give me what I would have bought anyway, I’ll take it.”

“Coin’s lighter.”

“You haven’t tried these rolls.”

It didn’t take long to collect Roach from the paddock outside the inn. She grabbed another mouthful of the hay to chew while she was re-tacked, and tried to lunge for more as he got her bridle on. Shuffling, Roach gave him a dirty look, which he ignored in favor of pressing his head to hers.

Jaskier gave a squeak and he glared over at him. The bard just grinned, trying to balance his purchases into his bag. He offered one of the rolls. Geralt took it and gave a bit of a grunt, how much nutrition could be in a roll that light.

It did taste good, however, eggy with a touch of some floral flavoring.

Since Jaskier had gotten dinner, he wouldn’t need to hunt tonight. They kept walking until the evening gloom started to fade to proper dark, making it to a decent campsite that he’d used before. From the looks of things, other travelers had made use of it since, leaving a polite pile of fallen wood, and a cairn pointing towards the stream.

Setting up the camp was old habit now, duties split and handled without a word between them, which was nice. (Sometimes, when on the Path alone, Geralt would forget to do the things Jaskier normally handled until last.) He led Roach to the stream for a night time drink, while Jaskier hummed to himself, getting things set to his liking. Igni might be faster, but the bard was quite skilled with flint and tinder.

When Geralt came back Jaskier was sprawled beside the firepit, spreading a cloth out and setting the food out singing to himself without a care in the world.

“With me ribbin-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an ~” he sang.

Geralt nudged him over and he fell back as the Witcher moved to the pile of tack to wipe it down. Roach nibbling at some browse at the edge of the clearing, content to remain within sight of her rider. There was even a convenient log to sit on while he worked.

“Rude.” Jaskier sniffed getting to his feet and theatrically dusting off his bottom. “Never a patron of the arts, are you?” he demanded, hands on his hips.

“It was a very silly song.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be serious.” he flapped a hand

“No I mean...” he made a gesture with one hand. “the girl, if she could pace a horse like that, she should have been able to fight him. And then she had to marry him?”

“Well that part was accurate anyway.”

The Witcher gave him a skeptical look.

“Still. White skin or not, she’d be a muscular girl. One good kick and he’d go down.”

“Oh?” Jaskier cocked one of his feet up on the log beside Geralt. The heels were not really suited for long distance walking, but his boots were solidly built, rising up to just below the knee where his pants tucked in. “An admirer of legs that can pace a horse?”

Geralt glanced down, then up again. He nudged at his knee with an elbow.

”You’re in my way.”

The looseness of Jaskier’s trousers hid the muscle beneath, but the pose tightened it across his thigh. Geralt couldn’t help but flick his eyes over the leg again, catching on the detail of the ribbon that tightened the lower cuff was trailing out over the top of one of the boots. Narrow as it was, it was woven in a pattern- unnecessarily fancy for a part of the clothes no one would ever see.

“Why was an earl’s daughter out by herself?” he added. “Even if she was clearly capable.”

“Why indeed?” Jaskier leaned over, resting his elbow on his raised knee. “I wonder.”

Geralt ignored him, finishing wiping the tack down and setting it aside. IT did bring his head closer to Jaskier’s raised leg. Jaskier didn’t move so he shoved him again so he could use the log to spread out the drying tack.

Wandering back over towards the cloth spread with food, Jaskier started talking again.

“So- I heard that over a short space of time, humans can run faster than horses.”

“Why would anyone study that?” Horses did need time to get up to speed. But since they could sustain speed longer once they got to it, it didn’t really matter. Though if someone was clever and nimble, they could probably take advantage of that idea with stops and starts. He’d done it once, actually when some idiot mercenaries had decided to try and steal the proof of a completed contract. Why they thought that was going to be worth it he had no idea.

“Well some people are weird about horses. No one I know, I’m sure.” He flashed a smile over, tearing into another of those sweet rolls. “I also heard a lord claiming that a well trained troupe of soldiers could absolutely keep up with the officers horses on foot.”

“I hope they complained less than you do.”

“Oh probably, being trained soldiers and not artists.”

“I’m not sure what kind of point you’re tiring to make bard. Since neither of those is a earl’s daughter.”

He almost expected Jaskier to choke on the roll, he sighed so hard.

“It’s entertainment; excitement, hyperbole, romance!”

Without stopping to check with his brain, Geralt’s mouth said

“Wouldn’t there be more romance if the girl was the blacksmith’s daughter then.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so you DO listen!”

“No.”

“Oh so you’re just spontaneously developing opinions on romance then?”

It wasn’t spontaneous, since the printing press had been developed, courtly romances were some of the least expensive books out there, and made up several shelves of the keep’s library, reaching back to the beginning of the genre. But Geralt managed not to say that, grunting dismissively and instead looking over the food. There was too much for him to have an excuse to go off hunting.

Fuck.

Fortunately, the bard had never needed his input to hold a conversation

“Traditionally you’d be right, the deserving, clever or dedicated girl of the lower classes rising to marry a noble is a staple. But let’s face it, most nobles wouldn’t give the price of a fig for a common girl’s maidenhead, and often don’t.” He grimaced, and jiggled his leg a little in irritation.

Frankly one of the reasons Geralt had never so much as insinuated that Jaskier should get his own horse was the faint primordial terror of how much energy the bard would have if he wasn’t doing his own walking.

“Last year there was a song going around where a charming young man keeps trying to court a pretty girl out with a flock of geese, and she keeps telling him he’s simply not worth his time. So he keeps trying, gaining rank and money- ridiculously quickly, let’s be honest, but it’s a five-minute-song, hardly a long form ballad, until he can’t go back to see if she thinks he’s worthy, now, because he’s become a war hero, and the local lord wants to reward him and brings out his daughter, and guess who it was?”

“The girl with the geese.”

“Got it in one.” he agreed.

“Please tell me he said she wasn’t worth all that work.”

“Oh no, they lived happily ever after. I should write that alternate version though, that’s great. ~Not the worth of a pin or a measure of grain, leave me alone, I ask you again /Stay lady stay, I will prove my worth yet, for your golden hair my heart it is set~” he vocalized vaguely, but Geralt was fairly sure that wasn’t one of his. “~a paper of pins, a measure of grain, a field of kine, an acre of land/ my lady was worth more again, but two steel swords are the cost of your hand.~”

“So instead you have an athletic earl’s daughter and a cad of a forest keeper?”

“Well, the implication that she might have been okay with it until he tried to run out on her,” Jaskier admitted, jerking his mind out of recomposing a song and back to the conversation at hand.

“Hmnn.”

“No, you’re right, it is much more a punishment for her for giving in, even with that implication. And I would never want to punish someone from thinking with their heart.” He wiggled a finger at Geralt admonishingly. “Yes heart, I can hear your skin creaking with the hoist of that eyebrow. Even if it’s cupboard love or momentary love, or skin love, it’s still love. Love comes in endless varieties and I am but a humble scholar trying to capture it in a bestiary.”

“I’m going to eat the last of these dumplings if you’re busy, bard.” They were quite good, even cold. Some sort of cheese, apple and onion filling.

“What! No!”

Geralt managed to put them down with the other food before Jaskier barreled into him, intent on getting the shallow basket away. He roiled them away from the laid out cloth, but deliberately grabbed another to stuff in his mouth as he went.

It was ridiculous how uncivilized Jaskier could get with the right provocation. He’d descend from upper class artistic visionary to an untrained big pawed puppy with all the grace of an avalanche. It was soothing on a certain level for Geralt, he could win instantly of course, but play wrestling had no urgency and reminded him of home. Rough and tumble, a brotherly sort of lo- affection- no interaction. With the first of the apple harvests started, he might plan a northernly route. Distracted by that, he found Jaskier’s thighs around him, pinning one arm entirely and the other partially with fairly impressive grip and strength. It wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t managed to catch them at the narrower part of Geralt’s waist. And despite he locking of his ankles it would hardly last long.

The flaw was of course, he was out of reach of the dumplings.

“One.” Geralt said with faint amusement. “You’re proving my point about the girl’s ability to defend herself.”

Jaskier gave an offended huff and squeezed harder. Geralt snorted.

“Two. You know perfectly well I can get out of this at anytime.”

Jaskier tried to tip to the side to reach further, and Geralt declined to move with him, leading to some interesting gyrations as he fought to make it happen. Finally he just sat back and let his legs go slack, releasing Geralt’s arms from the hold. He was kind of glad, getting loose would have gotten his hands a bit closer to bits of Jaskier he liked to pretend didn’t exist, despite far too extensive knowledge to the contrary.

They were covered in dust, but Jaskier got to the package of dumplings and shoved one in his mouth immediately.

“Anyway, that is a point in my favor as well.” He mumbled, stopping only to savor the flavor. “You could have broken out, but you didn’t. You liked me where I was.”

“Well, it is better to know where you are.”

“Sure, you say that now. You hated the bells.”

“It was a stupid outfit. They were real silver though.”

“I’m glad they were useful.” he said sourly.

“Had to happen eventually.” without thinking his finger plucked at the ribbon sticking out of Jaskier’s boot, tugging at and winding it around his finger. From this sprawl, he could see that the waist was tightened with the same narrow band of blue with yellow flowers and red edges. A dumpling appeared in front of his face, and he quite naturally grabbed it. Jaskier reclaimed his leg and made a theatrical show of counting his fingers.

“I thought the Wolf thing was just in name.”

“I don’t know if I ever said that.”

The dry statement startled a laugh out of Jaskier, an altogether happy and pleasing sound.

“As ever your timing is impeccable.” He grinned dropping his chin onto one knee. “Still now you’re pushing for accuracy in all my songs, not just the ones about you? I shall be a beggar and you will have to support me to keep me from starving in the streets without the tools of bardic language. Or I’ll switch entirely to puns.”

“... you’d be strung up in a week.”

“Well, I am already hung.” he laughed again as Geralt growled his annoyance and reclaimed the basket of dumplings. Jaskier snatched one more and relented. When he patted Geralt’s shoulder the witcher turned away slightly shielding the last dumplings with his body, only making Jaskier laugh further, instead of reacting with a normal amount of fear in getting too near a predator’s food. “Still! That even started with a full sentence- you’ll give a good review yet. You are right, in the end my friend. It is a very silly song.”

Then they dropped to silence, the wind whistling through the trees, the soft noises as Roach shifted to get to a better patch of browse, and the sounds of food being enjoyed.

“I suppose.” Geralt said, after the last of the sun was gone and they were settling in for the night. “There’s nothing wrong with occasional silly songs. As long as they’re not about me.”

“I make no promises.”

Geralt threw a pinecone at him.

#youtube #the witcher #music #song fic #only not #The Bedlam Boys #they're eating saffron buns because they're delicious and I say so #this is what fanfic is for #talking about horses and deluicious food #and for me #letting my brain leak onto the screen with only the slightest control over where it's going #for those of you who are new here #hi my name is Willow and I write fluff

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ringthedamnbell · 4 months

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