Golden Trumpet — Inktober 2022
Today's national flower is for Brazil 🇧🇷
These flowers reminded me of the wish granting flowers from Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses lol
(Strictly working in ballpoint pen, any color is the paper)
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
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@melpomaen | Everyone else excuse the break from our regularly scheduled programming for some Tolkien nerdiness.
I Wanna Be In The Calvary Noldor edition (as sung prior to the Burning of the Ships)
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the trumpet sounds and I hear the dragon's roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sir let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a swan ship, and the Belegaer'd leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch
Let me earn my fleurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards hit their drums
A sabre keen, and a bow notched and an army at my back
Where the minstrels lead with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman
Let 'em play their flutes and lace-up my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the Helcaraxë until I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more
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I Wanna Be In The Cavalry: Reprise (Written sometimes in the late first age)
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun
There were them that said we was badly led and that were we outmanned
I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took poisoned arrows in her gut
In the first two weeks on the Ard-Galen my brother lost his arm
Was only sixty years till all we prayed was get us home unharmed
O for the day that we changed our names and the well that we were wished
The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we missed
The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts
All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out
And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak
That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet
Then the red-clad came with oath-bound fits, blood and stolen gem
That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy
We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge
When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me
I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more
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headcanon that bruno secretly had an influence on velma's look in the movie version of the chicago musical because he's not only a famous gangster but also the most stylish jazz baby of the 21st century
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Lagis koreni or Goudkammetje (golden comb)⭐️
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Don't fuck with Jesus, stupid earth.
Hammers beats pedophile sorcerers who are using censorship and false kindness to hurt the Children of God.
And throws them to the eternal Hell, which he has already visited.
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