#letters to amelia

[justbeachybailey]

Where Can I Read More Epistolary Literature?

I’m forever on the hunt for books that are epistolary in nature. I will continue to update this list as I find them.

"Dear Mr. You" by Mary Louise Parker

"Love Letters to the Dead" by Ava Dellaira

“No One Writes Back” by Jang Eun-Jin

“Dracula” by Bram Stoker

“The Incarnations” by Susan Barker

“Letters to Amelia” by Lindsay Zier-Vogel

“If I Disappear” by Eliza Jane Brazier

"What Remains of Edith Finch" - okay this isn't a book, rather a video game, but it is such a wonderful example of what can be accomplished when letters are the storytelling medium. Honestly 10/10

"Gone Home" - this one is also a video game but it also slaps 10/10 emotional rollercoaster

[world-of-wales]

The Princess of Wales sent a letter to the children's charity - Love, Amelia in recognition of their work in supporting families in need || 5 OCTOBER 2023

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[doctorloup]

Your Irregularly Scheduled Audiodrama Sunday Post I am running out of titles for these

Audiodrama Sunday, OK let’s get this in before recording time. Amelia Project: THOSE PIRATE ACCENTS and damn that was a haunting glass harmonica episode right there. The music in this series is consistently excellent. Loved the little snatch of Mozart from the Interviewer as well. R.E. Dracula: Chaos energy casting of the Demeter Captain has already launched a thousand ships by which I mean TMA-based tumblr memes. Ethics Town: be like "Hey did Episode 3 upset you? strap in for Episode 4 lol". I have been speed-binging WOE.BEGONE after some feral woebegoblins insisted I give it another try. This was an Experience. No, I will not elaborate. Wake of Corrosion and CellarLetters have both decided to choose Season Finale Cliffhanger Violence, thank you gentlemen, I look forward to worrying about your characters for the next <insert amount of time here>,

LevianPod: Good heavens, that was…I need a cold shower. Absolute scenes.

Anyway, they’re crowdfunding, so chuck them a dolla if you want to hear an arrogant fuckboy be exiled to a creepy island for being sinfully horny and gay by his homophobic sister who is played by Beth Eyre with exasperated domme energy.

To be honest you can hear that now (https://levian.pinecast.co/episode/a25aee9b/oath), yeet the dolla for more of that. Also there’s a Shark Wife Pirate Captain. Doo doo doo Shark Wife. Lady Shark Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo.

[frootlooppoptarts]

Zoe's letter to her future self Amelia

[archduchessofnowhere]

Letter from Princess Maria Amelia of Brazil, dated June 4 of 1851, on the death of her grandmother Auguste Duchess of Leuchtenberg (née Princess of Bavaria):

I can't express to you the great pain I felt upon learning of the sudden, unexpected death of my beloved grandmama... Words are inexpressive to describe great and deep feelings... I cannot... The feeling of anguish I experienced, last year, saying goodbye to grandmama, it was a feeling then!… The feeling that I was seeing her, that I was hugging her for the last time! Grandmama was in such good health, when we left Munich, that it didn't occur to me! The fear of losing her… However, this misfortune, about which I would not have dared to dwell... it happened ! It's horrible, horrible! Let us not murmur. Let us resign ourselves to the will of God who wanted it this way…

Grandmama was reunited with her loved ones who preceded her in eternal bliss; and, reunited with those she loved, she enjoys an ineffable happiness with which God wanted to reward her high virtues, her inexhaustible goodness.

Almeida, Sylvia Lacerda Martins de (1973). Uma filha de D. Pedro I, Dona Maria Amélia

[Pictured: Princess Maria Amelia of Brazil, by Joseph Karl Stieler, circa 1850 (left), Auguste, Duchess of Leuchtenberg, by Joseph Karl Stieler, unknown date (right)]

[ameliathefatcat]

Hebrew name headcanons for Amelia Goldstein, Jacob Goldstein, Anthony Goldstein, Ben Copper, Diego Caplan, Rolf Scamander and Katie Bell (any characters that are canon or I headcanon as Jews) because I need some Jewish Joy

Hogwarts Mystery:

Amelia Goldstein- עמליה שרה (Amalia Sarah)

Jacob Goldstein- יעקב שמעון‎ (Yaakov Shimon)

Ben Copper- בנג׳מין גושוע (Binyamin Yehoshua)

Diego Caplan- יעקב איתן (Yaakov Eitan)

The OG books

Anthony Goldstein- אריאל בנימין (Ariel Binyamin)

Katie Bell-כתריאל רות (Katriel Reut)

Rolf Scamander- רפאל דב (Rafael Dov)

[katyahina]

Decided to doodle some height comparison with the main Byrgenwerth scholars! This dabbles on the idea that Micolash and Rom used to have brown eyes, and they became blue after their intro to Kos (or some say Kosm)

Also, I finally grew enough balls to draw Julie accurate to her character data. I already draw all chatracters with ‘bald’ hairstyle with their data color whenever I picture them when they still had hair, so it is only more consistent. She does look better with brown hair I tend to draw her with, though, so... let’s presume she dyes her hair sometimes, okay? Using natural ways like herbs or fruit.

[oakthcrn]

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Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

accepting @wornkindness

[ask-felix-aberg]

what do fellow students think of Amelia? "'melia" for the intimates.

I, uh, haven't really heard much about what fellow students think of her. I know that she has a reputation for being a fantastic chess player, a chess champion even.

I can imagine that many admire her strategic skills and dedication to the game. From my interactions with Amelia, I found her to always be nice and polite.

[a-ramblinrose]

“You know how little I am given to professions, but I have really of late felt ye deprivation with an acuteness which is only known to those who are separated from what they most love. But I find I am in danger of committing the intolerable barbarism of writing a love letter to my wife.”

[team-ramses]

Ramses looked a little sheepish. It’s hard to tell, I admit, but I have been making of study of his expressions, such as they are. “Sheepish” is two quick blinks and a slight compression of his lips.

Nefret Forth, Letter Collection B from The Ape Who Guards the Balance by Elizabeth Peters

[garadinervi]

La furia dei venti contrari. Variazioni Amelia Rosselli. Con testi inediti e dispersi dell'autrice, [DVD: 'Amelia Rosselli... e l'assillo è rima', by Rosaria Lo Russo and Stella Savino; CD: 'Libellula', reading by Rosaria Lo Russo], Edited by Andrea Cortellessa, «fuoriformato» 8, Le Lettere, Firenze, 2007

[singlethread]

i might be a bit early but sue me!

happy love letter night! seeing you on my dash makes me so happy-i love seeing your posts about aj, and your school posts! i always do a little cheer when i see you’re doing well in your subjects! so grateful to be mutuals and to be even a tiny part of your life!

i hope you have a great ttpd weekend, amelia! ♥️

This truly made my day. Thank you so much and I love being mutuals with you!!!!!! I love seeing you posts caity!

[dorkydiaz]

Of course my first love letter needs to go to youuuuu, you're the love of my life and I'm so lucky to share a life with you! I love how endlessly creative and smart you are and you're so gorgeous it's insane! i love being your girlfriend 😘💌

[myladygrey]

Historians unearthed a letter, penned by the Countess of Hertford, Amelia Grey, concealed beneath the floorboards of Bradgate House. The family owning the artefact donated the letter to the British Library, now showcased beneath glass to the public. Beside its intricately etched words, is a modern translation:

North Star,

You arrived into the world so thunderously, my heart. That very same world I welcomed you into that could not know of your first inhale. The months leading up to your birth, when I carried you swollen-wombed, was a time shrouded in that paradoxical state of fear and elation – my greatest dread and warmest blessedness, spent alone in the hushed silence concealed within the walls of Bradgate House. The only daylight I felt was filtered through iron windows, sun casting that apricot glow Bradgate toys with so well. That warm shade of sun you will grow to become, its vibrant hue dancing across my chamber’s tapestry as the hours passed in solitude. I felt your wildness, then. You would not settle for secrecy, nor anonymity. The kicks, the stubborn reminders to announce your impending fate like a tempest. You moved, and it was my solace. Even when I fell, delirious and overcome with sickness during childbirth, cared for by your lady grandmother, frightened without your father’s secure hand at my side, hazing in and out of sweats and consciousness, I dreamt of you. You pulled me through the agony and trial that threatened to consume me. How fast would you run beside your father? What would your voice sound like? His, or my own father’s depths? Who would you resemble: Seymour, Tudor, Grey? Or, would you become the best of them all, eclipsing your forefathers, and theirs, and theirs, on-and-on, embedded into your glorious soul, with the impact you would surely create from merely existing?

I heard your cries and so much of the girl in me dissolved like parchment to water - though I confess, my son, I am still naive. I am still too sheltered, retaining wonder and hope . Yet in that tender greeting, I held you, and I held the most love your father and I would ever hope to create. Your tiny hand wrapped against my finger, bound wityour father's ring as our clandestine oath, and from that moment, you stole my heart. You are a testament to our family’s destiny. Despite the battle waging in our minds over defying king and country in lieu of our hearts, you, dearest Jack, are proof of our collective strength. You are our peace.

You are growing, Jack. I am told your curls are bright, your smile infectious. I loathe darling Dottie for the privilege of witnessing the subtlest of changes. Every moment, I am with you. Every precarious step, rehearsed to appear smooth, serene, amongst the gnashing teeth of beasts at Hampton. Each day I mourn the distance between us. Each week, I hear of your wellbeing from Dottie, and your father does his best to console. But my son, so too, each night is a silent celebration, for you exist within it. You sleep peacefully, swaddled in love, padded in utmost secrecy, forever your father’s, forever mine. Our North Star. The product of a love so profound, it defeats all constraints. 

There is no greater truth, no purpose, than our family. One day, shrouded within the safety of a future when the darkness fades from our circumstance, we shall explain our tale to you properly. Until then, no distance may part us. The silence carries our love to you. 

Forever yours, in sound and silence,

Mama