#scala list

[omarera]

Omar on stage 2024

Feb 17: Cirkus, Stockholm

May 25: Furuviksparken, Furuvik Insta

June 1: Gröna Lund, Stockholm Insta

June 11: Schools out, Söderhamn Insta (not financed via tickets, free for the audience)

July 2: Allsång på Skansen, website

Aug 24: Trädgården Festival, Kristianstad Insta

Aug 29: Göteborgs kulturkalas, Göteborg Insta (not financed via tickets, free for audience) link website (in English)

Sept 1: Heide Park Festival, Soltau, Germany Insta

Oct 21: Heaven, London, England, insta announcement and website

Oct 23: Badaboum, Paris, France insta

Oct 24: Melkweg Oz, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Insta announcement and insta account

Oct 25, CBE, Köln, Germany, Insta account

Oct 28, Music Hall of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, USA, Insta account

Nov 4: El Rey Theater, LA, USA, Insta account

[mickyschumacher]

[I THINK HE KNOWS!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a fake and curated date in italy on valentine's day is no one's idea of fun except a publicist’s. but all it does is take a walk around monza to know the difference between what's real and what's fake.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, fake dating trope, reader is a graduate uni student, lando being a dream boyfriend, kinda suggestive at the end, mentions of horrible fans and privacy invaded, me knowing nothing about italy let alone lombardy at the end as well.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lando norris x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.3k

𝐀/𝐍: third fic of my series! i really loved writing this one! fake dating is always such a hit or miss to write about but in this case, it was a lot easier. hope you enjoyed it!♡︎ // as usual, poorly proofread

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Life’s a funny thing really. Full of mistakes leaving you wondering how you ever got there.  

And as you sat on a bench, looking over at the view of Lake Como in Lombardy, Italy, with ‘hidden’ paparazzi down the street, you began wondering the exact same thing.  

“How long do you think they’ll be here?” You queried, turning your body to face Lando.  

Lando tilted his head, resting his cheek in his hand as he leaned on the top of the bench. His blue eyes briefly raked over you and then where the paparazzi hid. He looked over at his watch. “Give or take twenty minutes. They’ll probably be hungry for actual food soon.”  

You withheld your sigh. How did you get here? Time sure had flown as seven months ago you were just a graduating university student with loan after loan on her shoulders. The very student who still decided to have a sweet treat after handing in her assignment and headed to your favourite cafe. The very student who bumped into Lando Norris and had her bracelet snag on the sleeve of his jacket, landing you in a compromising position as you tried to take it out.  

The very student who woke up the next day with her entire privacy invaded as ‘fans’ hunted you online and seemingly decided not only were you Lando’s girlfriend but the ‘perfect match’. 

That was you.  

Mere hours later, you had Lando’s publicist and underlings knocking at your door with a comprehensive contract and a promise to pay your student loans and pay you. You didn’t think it would last this long. Three months tops... surely. 

So, you signed it. A contract declaring that you were fake dating Lando Norris.  

They said it would help Lando’s image. And help it did. Lando had never looked better to his sponsors. Apparently dating a university graduate makes you look more polished and mature, enough to at least secure a dozen contracts. Most fans seemed to love you. Even the driver’s had taken a liking to you.  

But to you, Lando, and a handful of selectively picked people, this was all fake.  

Every decision was carefully made. The matching jewellery, what he said, what you posted, where you met, the hugs, the arms around the waist, the staring, the kisses... 

And six months later, here you were. On a curated date with the Lando Norris at Lake Como on Valentine’s Day – the third day of your trip. You had both compromised, agreeing to each make a list of things so do in Lombardy, two of which had to be a couple’s activity for the sake of it.  

You had completed most of both of your lists. A visit to Teatro Alla Scala, an opera theatre (your idea, obviously). A guided tour Villa Del Balbianello because Lando needed to see some more real-life scenes of Star Wars (mostly ended up taking photos of you the entire time). An agreed night out from the both of you to Navigli to consume ‘local food.’  

Lando, who desperately wanted to have walk around Lake Como, was sorely disappointed when he spotted the paparazzi hiding around the corner. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, watching your fingers trail the cracks in the wooden bench.  

“It’s okay,” you assured. “It’ll be over soon anyways.” 

Lando knew you were talking about the paparazzi. But he couldn’t help but think about your relationship with him.  

That day at the cafe... the only reason people thought you two were in a relationship wasn’t just because you were barely a centimetre apart trying to remove your bracelet but in all the photos people had captured, Lando was staring at you like it was love at first sight.  

And before he knew it, everything had gone down. The fans, his publicist, the media... it was a shitshow. And then you showed up two days later having signed a contract to be his fake girlfriend.  

Lando hated it. Fuck, he hated it so much. He hated that he dragged you into this. He hated that every moment with you was planned. And he especially hated that he couldn’t like you openly. Not with you thinking it was fake.  

Lando looked down back at his watch. He sighed, leg beginning to shake out of impatience. 

You raised a brow. Naturally, you put a hand on his arm. “Lando... is everything okay?” 

Lando flickered his eyes to your hand and back to your face. He moved his arm from your grasp, grabbing your hand instead. “Come on. We’re leaving,” he stated.  

Your eyes widened as he stood up, bringing you up with him. “W-What? Lan–we’re supposed to leave in thirty minutes,” you murmured quietly, leaving only him to hear your voice.  

“I don’t care,” he started, increasing his walking pace. “Whatever you do... just hold on to me, okay?” 

You furrowed your brows. “Lando, what are-” 

Abruptly Lando paused in his steps. He turned to you, blue eyes staring hard back at you. “Do you trust me?” 

“I–” 

“Do you trust me? Yes, or no?” He repeated softly. 

You gulped nervously, unable to look away from him. “Yes.” 

A look of relief washed over his face as he nodded. “Good. Then hold on. And don’t let go.” 

“Lando, I still don’t get what you–MEAN!” You yelped as Lando began running in no particular direction. You tightened your grasp on his hand while your legs struggled to catch up to him. The problems of having an athlete boyfriend.  

The wind felt serene. The sun was oddly warm despite it being the winter season. It was as though spring was trying to come a little early. All the early architecture you had seen on the way here was beginning to blur into one uniform colour. You weren’t sure where you were going or why but all you knew was that you were going way too fast.  

“Lando! I swear to God, if you get us killed–” 

“You said you trusted me,” Lando yelled back, cautiously looking over his shoulder. He could see the paparazzi struggling to follow the both of you.  

You panted, pushing your legs to keep up. “I do! Breaking into a sprint all of a sudden with no idea in mind, however, begs a slightly different answer.” 

Lando couldn’t help but laugh over the air and God, did you love it. You had heard of people saying that a laugh could sound like music to one’s ears. You never understood it. It was a laugh. A reaction. How could it be musical? But in that moment, you understood. It wasn’t just the laugh. It required the context, the smile, the thought... and only then did it become an orchestrated musical masterpiece.  

Another yelp left your mouth as Lando pulled you to the side, situating yourselves in an empty shaded alleyway. You rested your back as comfortably as you could against the stone while Lando stood in front of you, hand still wrapped around yours.  

You both waited quietly. Turning your head slightly, you could see a small flock of black clothed paparazzi walk by, all ushering and yelling, mystified to how you both had disappeared.  

“Okay,” you swallowed hard, turning back to Lando. “I think they’re...” You seem to have lost your ability to speak as you found Lando staring at you. It had been a common occurrence within the past few months and it never got any easier. “They’re gone,” you confirmed, chest heaving.  

“You should probably start joining me on my workouts,” he mumbled, eyes flickering over you again, absorbing the sight of the thin sheet of sweat across your skin.  

You narrowed your eyes, moving your hand from his grasp to hit him with the side of your bag. A groan fell from his lips. “Ow!” He yelled, making you clasp a hand over his mouth. Your head darted to the side, checking whether anyone heard him.  

“What was that for?” He queried after you removed your hand from his mouth.  

“For being an asshole. And for making me run. Which reminds me... why did you make us run?” You queried with a more than unhappy tone.  

Lando grinned. “We still have one thing on your list to do.” 

You furrowed your brows. “I didn’t add anything else.” 

Lando’s hand rummaged through the pocket of his shorts, taking out a familiar piece of paper – the very one you had written all your activities on. And right at the bottom was an activity you thought you tore off.  

Your eyes widened, hand darting out to grab the piece of paper but Lando was too quick. “Nuh-uh,” he tutted, holding the paper close to him. “I’m getting this framed.” 

You skin burned at his words. You clearly remembered what you wrote.  

Walk the Monza track with Lando (and preferably some gelato). 

“I was supposed to take that off,” you mumbled.  

Lando frowned. “You don’t want to do it? Or did you not want to do it with me?” 

You blinked blankly at Lando. “Are you stupid? Did you read the same thing I did? Obviously with you. I just... we’ll probably get mobbed so it’s a stupid idea.” 

Lando understood what you meant. Visiting in Italy for two days now had proven to be incredibly difficult with a fan asking for a photo every other minute. He was appreciative that you were so understanding but he felt awful. 

“Yeah... I mean it would be crazy if you had a boyfriend who could rent out the entire track for a couple of hours,” Lando yawned, stretching his arms nonchalantly.  

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see your mouth fall open. “Lando... you didn’t.” 

Lando rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand once again. “I did. Now come on. We’re going to be late!”  

━━━━━━━━━━━ 

You blinked blankly once you arrived to the empty Monza track. You had preoccupied yourself in the car ride here, pointing out all the interesting things you were seeing as Lando drove to the track. You were going to fall asleep if you hadn’t arrived there any earlier. But now that you were... you didn’t think your eyes could get any wider.  

“Is that a...” You turned to Lando with twinkling eyes.  

“Just go pick your flavour,” he narrowed his eyes.  

A squeal fell from your lips and before you knew it, you were hugging Lando tightly. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist, happily accepting your hug. “Thank you,” you murmured next to his ear.  

Lando smiled calmly despite his heart beat pounding in his ears. He was sure he could stay like this forever if he could. “You’re welcome. I... It’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all I could think to do given the... circumstances.”  

You stared at the pavement of the track heavily, Lando’s words swirling around your head. Right... the circumstances. You cleared your throat, pulling away from him even though you could’ve sworn you felt him tighten his grasp momentarily.  

“Come on. Pick your flavour or I’m just going to get you all chocolate,” you called out, waking over to the gelato cart he had hired. 

Lando sighed, briefly making a disgusted expression. He followed after you with a small smile. Despite the wind, he could still smell you on him.  

You greeted the cart owner, excitedly eyeing all the gelato flavours. There were so many to choose from... how were you ever going to pick? “Can I get...” 

“She’ll get mango, chocolate, raspberry, and lemon in a cup,” Lando finished, hovering behind you.  

You gaped, snapping your head to Lando. “How did you know?” 

“Better question is,” Lando started, resting his mouth right above your shoulder and near your ear, “why wouldn’t I?” 

You shivered at his words, cheeks burning at the small grin playing on his lips. “I’m not sharing any of mine,” you muttered, moving your eyes to the gelato.  

Lando pouted teasingly. “Please,” he sung, tilting his head so you could see him blink his eyes rapidly. 

You gulped, taking a step away before you succumbed to his wishes. “I think I’m going to throw up.” 

Lando gasped. “So rude!” 

You chuckled taking the cup of gelato while thanking the owner. Lando narrowed his eyes at you, ordering his own combination of pistachio, melon, and orange.  

You made a face at his cup as he walked towards you. “There is something so wrong with you.” 

Lando rolled his eyes, nudging you forwards to the entrance of the track. “Just be quiet and walk.” 

━━━━━━━━━━━ 

You and Lando walked comfortably at your own pace around the track, eating your gelato while he explained parts of the track or its history.  

“I’m not gonna lie,” you started, finishing your spoonful of raspberry, “Curva Parabolica makes me feel sick. Every time it came on the TV, I thought I was going to throw up.” 

Lando raised a brow, resting his spoon in his cup. “I thought you didn’t watch them?” 

It was always Lando’s assumption you didn’t watch the races. Even when you came to them, if there was a camera, you’d flash a smile, otherwise there was no other reason to be there. You were at the podiums because you had to be, not because you wanted to be. 

You snorted, looking at him incredulously. “Of course, I watch them. Why wouldn’t I? You’re freaking racing! I’m always so proud of you, no matter where or how you finish. You don’t see me next your mum and dad, cheering you on at the end of the race?” 

Of course he did. You were the first person he would look for at a race. And if you weren’t there, he’d look at the camera in hopes you were watching. And all this time... you had been.  

Lando’s mouth dried. “I just thought...” 

You looked at his face and you could read his mind. “You thought it was fake.” 

He blinked, regret washing over his face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it,” he apologised.  

You took a spoonful of your mango gelato and eyeing his mournful expression. “It’s okay. If there’s one thing you should know, my proudness and happiness for you isn’t fake. Even if this whole thing is.” 

And there it was again. The bitter reminder that this entire relationship was fake. That perhaps the only real thing in your relationship was how you met.  

But this was real. 

This – the track, the gelato, the conversation – this was real.  

Lando sucked in a sharp breath, moving his eyes to the rest of the track as he ate large soon of his melon gelato. He exhaled slowly, trying to remember where he was once again. “Okay... pop quiz! Who was Variante Ascari named after?” 

You cleared your throat, pulling on a thoughtful expression. “Um Al.. Alberto Ascari? The Italian driver, right?” 

“Thank God someone’s been paying attention,” he joked as you neared the named turn.  

You rolled your eyes. “I should thank Fewtrell for that one. Remember that stream he made us join?” 

“Yeah,” Lando laughed softly, all the memories hitting him at once. It was really sweet of Max actually. It was a time when some ‘fans’ were being particularly awful to you. Saying you were using Lando for fame because you barely knew anything about the sport.  

Max then created a poorly made quiz about Formula 1 and got you and Lando to join. Max and Lando pretended not to know much so you were all in the same boat. And any time the right answer was mention, Lando would occasionally squeeze your leg to give you a clue. The stream was flooded with some of the kindest comments, telling you to ignore everyone else and just focus on your health and your relationship with Lando.  

It was one of the moments where you realised how good of a friend Max was. Lando was lucky to have someone who cared for him that much.  

Lando looked down at his cup and let out a dramatic sigh. 

You didn’t even need to bat an eye towards. “I told you I'm not sharing,” you reminded, quickening your pace.  

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. “Please, please. I can see you have like two spoons of mango and lemon. Come on. Sharing is caring.” 

“No–Lando! Stop following me!”  

All of a sudden, you and Lando were running again. But this time, you weren’t worried about some paparazzi or the destination. It was just you and Lando.  

“No offense, but you are not outrunning me,” Lando called out from behind you, running with what you were pretty sure was a smug grin. 

You huffed, trying to push your legs further but you could feel him hovering. You came to an abrupt halt. “You’re right. I can’t outrun you,” you smiled, turning to him. “But I can out-eat you.” 

Lando’s grin dropped as you combined the two flavours of gelato and plopped them in your mouth. He stood there, dumbfounded while you happily ate the rest.  

You replicated his smug grin from earlier and poked your tongue out. “All finished. Sorry,” you shrugged with no sound of an apology hidden in your voice.  

Lando swallowed hard, eyes fixated on your mouth. A step closer to you, his body was pressed on yours. His hand travelled up your neck, the other hand resting on your waist to pull you closer.  

You inhaled slowly, hairs on your body standing straight. You tried meeting his eyes but all you could see was him focus on your lips. Instinctively, your hand fell to his arm around your waist, fastening yourself to him.  

“I... I think I can still taste it,” he said, voice hoarse and dry. He wasn’t sure if he could even recognise himself. 

“Lando... I–we're not on the clock,” you whispered, unwilling to untangle yourself from his grasp.  

“I don’t care.” 

In the blink of an eye, Lando’s lips were smashed against yours and fuck, his lips were soft and pillowy as usual. Your stomach churned upon feeling Lando pushing you closer to him, if that were possible. His fingers were cold against your skin, creeping under the hem of your shirt to rub tingling circles onto your skin.  

A breathy gasp fell from your lips while goosebumps littered your skin. Lando took advantage of this, groaning against your lips as he darted his tongue to explore your mouth. He could feel himself press into you, rubbing his hard-on against you.  

You think now would be an appropriate time to self-implode. You had all the signs. Burning skin, dizziness, and the lost ability to breathe. 

Lando almost buckled under your touch as your fingers scoured his taut torso, lingering dangerously close to his v-line. 

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours. His hands had found themselves holding yours, preventing you from undoing him any further. His chest heaved, rising up and down while he stared at your swollen lips and moved his eyes to meet yours.  

“I want this to be real,” he pleaded, moving your hand to his face. “Please.” 

“Lando,” you started but he didn’t want to hear it.  

He shook his head. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I think I have been since we first met,” he sighed out, collecting himself. “I don’t want to do this when it’s fake. I want to be with you because what I feel is real. Because you drive me crazy and I can’t imagine a future without you.” 

You blinked, feeling his hand trail over yours as you caressed his face. Your heart raced loudly in your ears. How were you supposed to respond to that? “I...” 

“Please say something. Anything,” he begged, blue eyes heavily staring down at you. 

“As long as you promise to walk with me on every track. Oh, and get me gelato.” 

Lando let out the biggest sigh of relief, almost collapsing against your hand. His head dipped down, pressing his lips against you once again, taking you into a long kiss. He sighed, pulling away.  

His arms fell around your waist as he grinned at you. “I promise.” 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 

[lightandfellowship]

Speaking of cows. I wonder if Scala has to import a lot of its goods from other worlds due to Scala being mostly covered in water. Perhaps they have outposts all throughout the Oceans Between that provide the materials they need.

(There's a Scala-owned cow farm in the Home on the Range world.)

Oh my god. Okay. So there's a poster in Scala advertising cow milk, right.

I'm imagining newly-arrived-to-Scala Xehanort going to a cafe with Eraqus and he looks at the menu and sees "milk" on the list of beverages and he thinks to himself "Oh thank god, something I actually recognize." So he orders the milk, drinks it, and his face scrunches up at the unfamiliar taste. He says "What is this? It doesn't taste anything like coconut milk."

Eraqus gives him a funny look and is like "Uhhhhh. Dude. It's not 'coconut milk' (whatever that is), it's cow milk. It comes from cows. Y'know, like the animal." and Xehanort's eyes widen and he's like "Milk??? From an ANIMAL???" and Eraqus is like "YES??? WHERE ELSE DOES MILK COME FROM???"

[blazernot]

Top ten staircases in kh

10. The staircase mineshaft from 0.8

Look we all love Aqua she's a queen she's great shes iconic and peoples first crushes but she has much more iconic staircases imo. Also it's falling apart and that's not safe

9. The cover of one of the piano books

She's beautiful she's famous she is the moment but this isn't a location from the games so sadly I have to place it low

8. The staircase from the kh2 opening

Very neat very cool you can run on the top and bottom but once again I can't climb it in game and it's symbolic of Riku and Sora distance and that makes me sad so it's low :<

7. Kh3 Olympus Coliseum

Sora finally goes to heaven

6. The staircase where Aqua considers murdering people

My favorite aqua scene

5. Peach's dream

Little did Peach know but Roadie is actually a prophet and sent her a divine vision of what today was going to be like. I'd also put rosies but imagine limit you know how it is

4. The ghost staircase from 2 or something I don't remember what happens here

There's a staircase you can shred on but I don't think it's this one

3. Why was this one so long like

They don't cut why don't they cut. Iconic

2. The world of Scala ad caelum

Without a doubt the most impressive staircase on the list

1. The ramp

Accessibility win!!! You should always be considerate of others when designing spaces

[artsarasp]

Hello! I love your art! Do you recommend the Italian sv translation? It's so much prettier than the English one i keep just going into bookshops and stroking it 🤣 But i haven't been able to justify the expense since I've already got them all in English 😭

Ahhh!! I'd say no??? I'm sorry as much as I'm having fun noticing all the differences between the English edition and the Italian one the more I read the more it becomes clear I should have just gone with the English edition (it's fine in the end cause I bought it when I was out with my friends and I was just very high on spirits!)

They got rid of all the suffixes as well as the glossary about them and the pronunciation guides at the end of the book. Being that there are no suffixes except Shizun (which they don't explain what it means btw, it is mentioned in the general glossary in the suffixes section which is very funny since they got rid of them all) sometimes the text becomes much longer because they need to explain a lot more.

"This was the most senior of the original Shen Qingqiu’s disciples, Luo Binghe’s shixiong, Ming Fan." becomes "Ming Fan era il più anziano tra i suoi discepoli e fratello marziale di Luo Binghe, ma sopra di lui nella scala gerarichica." ( Ming Fan was the most senior of his disiples and Luo Binghe's martial brother, but of higher hierarchy) It's not that bad but it makes everything a little bit longer. Also, all the names of the places have been translated, which is great for understanding but some names are a bit of a mouthful in Italian. They also keep repeating the translated sword's names, first, they go the "Xiuya sword" and right after there's "La spada dell'eleganza spirituale" which would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that it seems to be doing it multiple times AND the fact that the translated names are already available at the end of the book in the character profiles. Idk, maybe it gets better later on but it's irking me a little bit.

There are some diffrences that are very funny if not that they change how a character comes across.

YQY in English saying "Shidi, Don't be angry" has become "Smettila di prendertela con quel ragazzo" (Stop picking on that boy) which was so weird for him to say that it had me opening the English edition to check what he was saying.

When SQQ describes Ming Fan in English it goes "Ming Fan’s appearance was respectable enough, it was just that his face was a bit unfortunate, with a sharp mouth and sunken cheeks." In Italian it goes "Se non fosse stato per le labbra sottili e il volto che ricordava il muso di una scimmia, avrebbe avuto un aspetto accettabile" (If it wasn't for his thin lips and his face which resembled a monkey's snout, he would have looked acceptable) WHICH IS SO MUCH MEANER BUT FUNNY- MING FAN MY POOR BOY.

But now I got to a bit that actually made me a bit annoyed. Like, it doesn't make sense in Italian.

When the system lists what SQQ can do to get B-Points, point two is "Avoid landmines that break suspension of disbelief." and in Italian it got translated to " Eliminare i trigger" (Delete the triggers) which doesn't make sense??? In Italian or English?? This is not how we use the word trigger. I've even asked some friends if maybe I was stupid and forgot my own language but no, it doesn't make sense, no one understood what point two was! This is bad.

I'm gonna keep reading because I can have fun spotting the differences but honestly, treasure your English edition.

[queer-ragnelle]

All three! Apologies. I want to learn as much as I can about him.

You got it!

The first text that Galahad appears in is the Vulgate. His predecessors and legacy are first described in The History of the Grail; then he’s conceived, born, and raised during the Lancelot books; finally in Post-Vulgate he’s a knight on Grail Quest where he achieves his life’s purpose and passes away. Additionally, here’s A Companion to The Lancelot-Grail Cycle which may help you navigate the text.

Another book I suggest for your Galahad research is The Legend of the Grail by Nigel Bryant and Norris J. Lacy. It’s got a lengthy introduction about the history of the Grail story and touches on all the characters who’ve achieved it throughout Arthurian literary history including Perceval, Gawain, and of course, Galahad. Each chapter is taken from a different text and newly translated by Nigel Bryant for this publication. It’ll give you an idea of the progression of the Grail story which eventually led to Galahad and introduce you to some adjacent texts that may be of interest.

The next medieval text that includes Galahad is La Tavola Ritonda. It’s mostly a Prose Tristan story, but does cover the whole Grail Quest with a fun Italian Galahad named Galeazzo/Galasso. I enjoy this one a lot! Regarding Galasso specifically, it’s an interesting take on the character—he’s described as very gracious and he wields a cool named sword. Plus his purity grants him necromancy powers—at one point he convenes with the dead and doesn’t bat an eye. Just keeps on adventuring. Focused. In his lane. Pretty neat!

After that comes probably the best known Arthurian text, Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory. I’ve attached the version of this story abridged by Keith Baines. It’s much easier to read with proper formatting to add quotation marks to dialogue and tighten up the prose. This one also comes with A Companion to Malory which I found exceedingly helpful in breaking down the sometimes convoluted plot threads and character dynamics present in Malory’s story. Many of the essays I’ve attached below relate to this text specifically.

Lastly I would be remiss to exclude The Arthurian Handbook by the goats Norris J. Lacy and Geoffrey Ashe. This volume not only covers medieval texts, but much of the art history that goes hand in hand with Arthurian literature too. There are many paintings, tapestries, stained glass windows, and murals featuring Galahad highlighted in this book. It also includes family trees, heraldry, and maps which can help you conceptualize things detailed in writing throughout the Vulgate.

Now I’m going to list essays without descriptions since there are so many and the titles are pretty self explanatory.

Absent Fathers, Unexpected Sons: Paternity in Malory’s Morte Darthur by Cory Rushton

Born-Again Virgins and Holy Bastards: Bors and Elyne and Lancelot and Galahad by Karen Cherwatuk

Constructing Spiritual Hierarchy through Mass Attendance in the Morte Darthur by David Eugene Clark

Disarming Lancelot by Elizabeth Scala

Galahad, Percival, and Bors: Grail Knights and the Quest for Spiritual Friendship by Richard Sévère

'A Mayde, and Last of Youre Blood': Galahad's Asexuality and its Significance in Le Morte Darthur by Megan Arkenberg

Gender and the Grail by Maureen Fries

Malory and Rape by Catherine Batt

Mothers in the Grail Quest: Desire, Pleasure, and Conception by Peggy McCracken

Seeing Is Believing and Achieving: Viewing the Eucharist in Malory's 'Sankgreal' by Sarah B. Rude

Wounded Masculinity: Injury and Gender in Sir Thomas Malory's "Le Morte Darthur" by Kenneth Hodges

And that about covers it! This should give you plenty to work with. Beyond these, we’re left with literature outside the medieval era, which is a different conversation. No doubt Alfred Lord Tennyson had a huge influence on how Galahad is perceived today, but that’s irrelevant to a discussion regarding medieval source material, and a topic for another time. Hope this helps you out and you learn all you want to about Galahad!

Take care!

[ballet-symphonie]

Which ballet companies and which ballet schools you consider to be currently world best? I see often Paris Opera listed as a number one, but who much this is about because of its reputation and history and what do you think about Mariinsky and Bolshoi, is their level declined / declining? Thank you for really interesting and great blog!

The companies referred to as the best tend to be the oldest and historic ones, think big national companies like The Royal Ballet, Paris Opera, Bolshoi, Mariinsky, La Scala, Dutch National Ballet, Australian National Ballet, National Ballet of Canada, New York City Ballet, American Ballet Theater, San Francisco Ballet. Nowadays, I think its very hard to compete with the quality, emotional pull, and technical brilliance that comes out of the Royal Opera.

About Schools:

There are lots of good ones, Academie Princess Grace has to be near the top of the list. It's a finishing school, not a foundational one, but nearly everyone who graduates from there gets a job at a reputable company. They are also one of the few schools that has prioritized keeping its curriculum at the forefront of the dance world with a fantastic contemporary and neoclassical program.

I'm consistently impressed with the level of Royal Ballet graduates who have the skills and stability to rock up to any company and instantly demand attention. Look at Takumi Miyaki at ABT right now.

The level of talent coming out of South Korea in particular is absolutely stunning, schools like SunHwa, the YeWon School, and Korea National Arts University are producing complete, company-ready dancers left and right. Through the competition circuit, these schools are slowly starting to gain more international prestige.

I think BBA/MRAX has been in a state of disarray for a while now. Far less competent graduates, due to a lot of internal messiness in administration and a decrease in the rigor of acceptance with many 'paid' places. The level is just not there, especially if you go back and watch videos of exams from the 90s and 2000s. Now sure, many are still getting accepted into Bolshoi, but with the war....there isn't exactly a lot of choice in hiring. There are occasionally some bright lights, Kokoreva being the most notable recent grad, but they seem to be a rarity and not the norm.

Vaganova under Tsiskaridze has generally continued to produce decent female graduates- if you want to live and work in Russia. I pray Tsiskaridze goes back to coaching or teaching boys because the classwork shown by his class of girls left a lot to be desired. I think there are many better places to train for men, particularly after the retirement of some of the older, more experienced faculty. The casting in Mariinsky is already beginning to reflect this drop-off, performances are dominated by Kimin Kim, Nikita Korneyev, and Even Capitane, Timor Askerov - none of whom are VBA graduates. They've also been hiring graduates from Eifman- something they certainly weren't doing a decade ago. Compare their current videos to some of the talented students coming out of the US, Europe and South America...the level isn't always there. I'd urge a talented male student to consider John Cranko, Tanz Academie Zurich, or the Royal Ballet School. Stateside, Houston Ballet, The Rock School, and San Francisco Ballet have excellent programs.

[cq-studios]

Do you have any screenshots of your favorite details from KHUX?

HAHAHAHAHA, yeah I do

Gonna just drop a read more here 'cause if y'all know me at all you know this post is probably gonna be 10KM long lol

So, I'm gonna try to hold myself back a little because I literally have like 10 pages of notes about specifically stuff in the backgrounds and I doubt the internet will find my bench and lamppost count interesting. (Also image limit lol)

I'll list just 4 things for now (in no particular order) and talk about them a bit underneath.

NUMBER 1 || STREET SIGNS

So there are four street signs that we’ve seen in Daybreak Town. Two are in the Fountain Square (A and B), one is in the Marketplace (C), and one is in the Clocktower Outskirts map (D).

For B and D it’s pretty easy to figure out what the represent. B is a clock, probably representing the Clock Tower… or maybe the best place to see the Clocktower because it’s in Fountain Square. The overall shape of it is different from the rest of the signs so I imagine that means something. D is a gondola or canoe of some sort, which makes sense because it’s next to stairs that seemingly lead to the canal that runs through town. Maybe there’s a ferry system of some sort?

A and C I’m less sure about. The designs don’t really bring anything obvious to mind. Maybe C is Munny because it leads to the Marketplace? I’m not sure.

NUMBER 3 || DOOR UNDER FOUNTAIN SQUARE

See what makes this interesting to me isn’t just the fact that apparently Fountain Square is hollow underneath (maybe for pipe repairs or something, I don’t know) but just the general fact that a lot of structures in this town, that maybe shouldn’t be, are hollow.

If you look even some archways have windows, so there has to be an open space inside, right? Most of them seem at least connected to houses so I assume they’re basements or something. (The one by murder house gets me tho, like that’s right under the bridge. Who’s living right under the bridge)

And I also feel like this leads into the fact that, similarly but not as extreme as in Scala, Daybreak Town is kinda built on top of itself. Maybe that’s a symptom of being around so many (and possibly on) mountains but I still feel like it should be talked about more.

NUMBER 4 || LIGHTHOUSE INTERIOR MAP

There is so much to unpack here but I’ll try to keep it brief.

So I’m pretty sure this is one of, if not the oldest building in Daybreak Town. Two reasons.

1. Instead of having little wall lamps, like the rest of the town and buildings, all the light seems to come from mounted candles.

2. There are swords (A) on the walls and not Keyblades. Why would the Keyblade town not have Keyblades on its little shield emblem? Is it possibly because it was there before Keyblades?

This staircase here (B) is also the only known (not sewer drain) way into the waterways. It leads into the sewers then out to the little dock below the Lighthouse with the boat, hence the sign.

There’s these maps here (C) that I don’t really know what to say about, but is definitely worth pointing out. They’re all the same and I assume show the layout of the area surrounding the town (the darker parts being water). It could be a world map though (darker part being continents)… I don’t think we’ll ever really learn lol

And also I don’t know what this is (D) but I think it’s interesting that it has writing on it. It kinda gives me the vibe of those flat on the ground gravestones…

NUMBER 5 || BANNER

Daybreak Town actually has a flag it’s all over the place and you’ll start to see it everywhere if you look for it. They also kind of look like the banners in Radiant Garden. The colours and shape/mounting are the same but the designs on the flag itself (and mounting) is different.

I have no clue what that implies, if anything, but I figure it’s worth pointing out ‘cause it’s interesting.

[raccontidialiantis]

Quando due angeli s'innamorano

Succede. Più spesso di quanto non si pensi. Ma l'etereità della non-materia di cui sono fatti impedisce loro di provare il piacere immenso che deriva dall'unione di due corpi. Lo sospettano, lo bramano, ne hanno sentito parlare. A lungo. Ci invidiano, per questo. Quindi, decidono scientemente di incarnarsi. Sanno perfettamente che dovranno soffrire il freddo, il caldo, l'invidia, la gelosia, la sopraffazione, gli inganni. Poi la fame e la dolorosissima mancanza della Luce. E infine i tentativi di separazione o di condanna da parte di chi non sa ancora cosa sia l'amore e vuole quindi sminuirlo. O annientarlo. Perché amare spaventa, terrorizza. Ma loro decidono comunque di provare, tant’è la voglia di godere dell’amore come lo fanno gli umani.

La maggior parte delle volte prendono ciascuno un sesso diverso; ma capita che, di comune accordo o per preferenze personali, si incarnino in corpi di sesso uguale. Non ha importanza alcuna, agli occhi di Dio. Ne assume solo nel giudizio di chi ha una visione molto limitata della nostra missione sulla Terra. E non esiste giudice più giusto e appassionato alle vicende d'amore di colui che l'amore ha inventato! Egli applaude a ogni nostro orgasmo. E manda inequivocabili indizi d'apprezzamento ed elementi di prosperità a chi s'ama. È triste immaginare che ci sia chi pensa di sapere esattamente cosa sia giusto e cosa sbagliato… per qualcun altro! È il buio estremo della tolleranza, il trionfo del male gratuito. Si tratta di individui ancora ai primi gradini, sulla scala evolutiva della spiritualità. Anime molto giovani che ancora esitano e quindi cercano conferme, dogmi, sicurezze.

Si ha sempre un po’ paura di ciò che non si conosce, è noto. Costoro annaspano per lo più in un mare di sofferenza. Vorrebbero una guida scritta e certificata su ciò che deve o non deve essere fatto. Quindi creano sette, partiti. Compilano liste e manuali. In gruppo puntano un dito che da soli non avrebbero il coraggio di sollevare dal fianco. Condannano in pubblico ciò che desiderano intimamente con tutta l'anima poter fare, provare. Ma la verità è semplicissima ed è nuda davanti a noi tutti: amare è l'unica cosa che importa veramente e l'unico obiettivo. Non cercarne altri. Ama e vedrai che tutto si dipanerà in modo naturale. La vita è solo un unico, lungo, brevissimo sospiro. Fa che il tuo sia per massima parte per amore. Due corpi che si cercano e si amano battono qualsiasi altro spettacolo. Dall'importante fatto di amare qualcuno in modo disinteressato deriva naturalmente tutto il resto.

Da lì scaturiscono il voler scoprire, ingentilire, scherzare, sorridere, innovare, recare sollievo, benessere e cure agli altri. E quindi di conseguenza arricchire noi stessi: materialmente e spiritualmente. L'amore in genere basta a sé stesso. E traina tutto il resto. Chi ha provato l'amore, quando finisce e s'attenua o muta, passa il resto della propria vita a cercare di ritrovarlo. Si veste, si profuma, si cura: tutto come se ci fosse qualcuno in specifico che lo apprezzerà. Si mostra sensuale, anche se ancora non c’è chi l’ha nel suo radar. Compie disperati tentativi di sedurre, mette sul bancone la sua mercanzia migliore, scende a livelli che non avrebbe pensato mai di raggiungere, pur di sentire intimamente di essere ancora una volta oggetto di puro desiderio sessuale. E poi lo vedi da come guarda gli altri ma non li giudica; dalla sua tolleranza, da come si pone in società. Perché egli cerca di nuovo, con tutta l'anima, quella carezza, quel brivido, quel tuffo al cuore.

Le stelle stanno in cielo - e i sogni non lo so - so solo che son pochi - quelli che s’avverano (V. Rossi)

RDA

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Ereysterday Character and Lore Files

Read ch 7

—Part 6: The Protectors of Scala ad Caelum—

This round in da dropbox, we’ve got a few more new faces :) down there’s a character file for Gwilym, some designs for some of the other protectors, and a document about the protectors’ history, their evolution, and a list of current and former members.

➡️ dropbox

[twi-quotes]

[Introduction]

Hey there! I've started reading The Wandering Inn in July 2023 and haven't stopped since. As of writing this (March 2025) I am somewhere in Book 19, i.e. towards the end of Volume 7. (I might update that info later on.)

Obviously the posts here will contain spoilers, since they are, well, quotes from the web series. However, since I'll be starting in Book 1 and there will (as of right now) only be one post per day and the quotes are ordered chronologically, it should take some time for this blog to get up to current events and I will probably catch up with my own reading speed beforehand anyways.

The quotes from Book 1 are from the now-not-canon version, since that's what I was reading at the time. This means that the numbering of the chapters is probably not consistent with the rewritten version of Book 1 and the quotes themselves might have been changed. Oh well.

I will tag every post with the number of the Book (since this is a more precise identification than the Volume number) as well as the involved characters (usually with last name). Under the break just below there is a list of all of the tags (Books and characters, sorted alphabetically) if you want to look up quotes from a specific Book or by a specific character (Bird my beloved).

Have fun! And No Killing Goblins!

~ Dalist, [Collector of Quotes]

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[corishadowfang]

A list of supplies and trinkets Lauriam and Strelitzia’s Chirithies have scavenged from Scala and Quadratum.

Include enrichment for Strely

(For this)

(...Uh. Follow up for this, aha. And this. And this.)

If they're going to be stuck up there for a while, they're going to need Things To Do.

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            Chirithy was…having an interesting day.  They’d reunited with their wielder for the first time in ages—and ran into a couple of other familiar faces, too—but it’d been because he was stuck on a roof, and now he needed someone to bring them things.

            “Bagels…water bottles…um.  I don’t think we’re going to get a horse up there.”

            At least they weren’t doing it alone.

            The other Chirithy looked at the hastily scribbled list, face scrunched in worry.  They lifted their head, asking hesitantly, “Do you know where to find this?”

            They didn’t; their wielder had only just gotten here, and they hadn’t really had time to explore.  They knew there was another Chirithy that had gotten more of a chance to check things out—but supposedly, they’d already left to try and find help.

            “…It’s like an adventure!” they tried, and their companion slumped in defeat.  “Don’t worry!  We’ll figure it out!”

          �� …Eventually, at least.  And if they didn’t find everything on the list—they could improvise.

[lockandkeyblade]

World Order -- Excerpt Lore Drabble

Dude! 

You graduated from your apprenticeship and how do I find out? Not through a surprise visit from my favorite Keyblade Wielder. Not a PS in a letter you sent TWO WHOLE DAYS after. No, I find out when your Master waltzes in, wanting to update your registry! Does our eternal bond mean nothing to you???

Seriously though, I’m happy for you. I know you’re due to set off on twenty dozen missions throughout the Worlds, but it’s your own fault if this response doesn’t make it in time. On the plus side: since you’re not an Apprentice anymore the Head Librarian accepted your questions as official business. So I got two whole days of pay to do what I always do. Read things so you don’t have to. Next time you’ve got questions, send me about two pages worth, would you?

No one’s really explored the true nature of the World Order in the past hundred years, which I can’t blame them for. There’s the old texts about it, which say it’s anything from a sentient protector of the borders between Worlds to the World Order ate my grandma. Personally, I think the accounts about it being some kind of magical cosmic influenza have the most logic to them, but hey, it’s just a theory.

In the meantime, the Masters of yore created a list of rules to abide by that protect the World Order. Blah blah honor blah blah sacred duty blah. Don’t tell people about other worlds, don’t let on about the Keyblade’s true nature- whatever else Masters feel like telling their first year apprentices. There’s a whole subset of laws revolving around the World Order that don’t really get held up that often. The amount of times someone actually got penalized for breaking these laws can be counted on one hand, and they usually involve some moron thinking they can take over the entire universe. 

The thing is though, once you really look into the World Order, it’s pretty obvious why. These rules don’t really protect the World Order at all. They protect the dumbasses who think they can break it.

Here’s a good example. Records say that about a hundred years ago this demonic lord named Chernabog  took over his entire world through, and I quote, phenomenal powers of Darkness. He was so strong that even a group of Masters couldn’t contain him, but then one had the bright idea to say to this guy “hey, buddy pal. If you’re so great, then how come you haven’t taken over the whole universe?”

Of course, the dude was super greedy, so he goes “THANKS FOR THE IDEA, I’M GONNA STEAL IT. MWAHAHA!” They have him speak in capitals in the text, so this is historically accurate. You’re welcome.

Anyway, Chernabog goes to the next world over, and suddenly all those phenomenal powers of Darkness disappear. Like, poof. Chernabog ended up Chernadone when all those Masters followed him over and tore him several new holes. He gets tossed into the World of Darkness, the universe is saved, happy ending.

What can we learn from this story? The same thing we learn from a lot of stories that follow the exact same plot. The World Order doesn’t care what you do when you’re in your own slice of the pie, but when you step out of it, you lose everything. 

Unless you have a Keyblade. Because of course, even with possibly sentient possibly magical cosmic viruses that have it out for everyone, Keyblades are a loophole.

-A letter from an employee of the Library of Masters to an unknown Keyblade wielder, Scala ad Caelum P.W 225.

[lightandfellowship]

Theories on what these wall plaques are for in the Scala Tower?

I'm assuming they list the names and personal details of either fallen Keyblade wielders or graduates of the Keyblade wielding school (perhaps both), since I now know that the school is located within the Tower. But what do y'all think?

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

(part 1) OKAY SO SINCE I SAW THAT MY POST IS NOW CANON OHMYGOD im gonna make some more! and this time, it's going to be a LOT MORE to be specific: 18 18 FONTS. alright let's go, i'm going to also list every type of them! soo, 3 for every type! --------------------------------- Sans-Serif Types: Proxima Nova This type of skeleton is closely related to the Comic Sans font, but is not entirely the same, due to them having a slightly more upright frame, they are slightly shorter than a Papyrus font, but not as short as a Comic Sans, standing at around 5'4. The interest that piques their curiosity is important to how they look, as a Proxima Nova that studies, for example, Astrology, would influence their bone slightly, making small star-like forms appear in them. As to opposed if they were to pursue something like Engineering, they'd likely gain sturdier, slightly thicker bones to allow for more strength, like the Impact fonts. Helvetica These skeletons are usually a tall, slim kind of skeleton, also often helping people to be able to make them stand out slightly more in the abundance of Sans-Serif fonts. These fonts are usually created by a Sans-Serif wanting to change their font, but stopping halfway. Slowly, they will start to stop using their original font, slowly changing to Helvetica. This change also makes them taller, and slimmer, so some Skeletons try to become a Helvetica due to insecurities, and these Helvetica fonts usually have a tragic backstory. The most common job these fonts take is designing clothes, specifically suits, ties, etcetera. Raleway Raleway is an elegant Sans-Serif font, perhaps the most elegant of its kind. This font usually goes to parties or gatherings to discuss with other fonts, enjoying social interaction, but slightly less than a Comic Sans. Imagine a Comic Sans, but then turning the goofy knob down slightly, and you will be left with Raleway. These fonts are usually graphic designers, hired to design logo's for businesses. For example, the 'Grillby's' bar, stationed in Snowdin, had it's logo designed by a Raleway fonted skeleton. --------------------------------- Serif Types: Baskerville This font is usually high in the rankings with the intricate designs across its bones resembling coins, or plants. These types usually become businessmen, using their beautiful marks to sway and trick customers into thinking they are more trustworthy, making Baskervilles great scammers too. But, not many Baskervilles bear such malice in their hearts, and usually use their abilities to help people become a better version of themselves, much like a Papyrus fonted skeleton. Georgia This Serif font is more closely related to the Sans-Serif types, not having fully lost it's Sans-Serif like qualities, this Serif type is still slightly like a Sans-Serif, but not fully. It bears the most resemblance to a Helvetica font, yet slightly shorter, standing at around 5'5. The marks on their bones are usually shaped in the form of numbers, but they can be easily misformed too. A perfect number pattern on a Georgia has never been captured yet, and will likely not be captured for several years to come. FF Scala Being closely related to the FFF Tusj font, this Serif type font is slightly older than other Serif fonts, but is the most modern version of the FFF Tusj. Being slightly more modern, this font is able to create more than simply Maps, and can usually also create stunning artwork. Most artworks, such as the classic 'Bone', created in 19XX, currently hanging in Sans and Papyrus' house, was created by a FF Scala font. The Papyrus font is slightly related to this font, thus also granting it its artistic abilities.

--------------------------------- im going to make 2 types per ask, because i think i'm almost hitting the limit UNTIL NEXT TIME!!

(I can just imagine you back flipping out of a window Papyrus-style with that exit hehe. Mind if I make these canon too?)

[susiephone]

because i have literally never heard a bad version of this song

if you don't like "creep" this poll is not for you also get well soon