meme-thingy is memed, IV; medieval boy/boy poetry
STOLEN FROM OH SO MANY OF YOU, HA HA HA!
How do you feel right now?

What's your favourite pastime?

Do you consider yourself a strange person?

What's your favourite fandom? Oh, so many.

OTP?
(I don't yet have a decent Gwen/Morgana icon *flaps*)
How do you describe yourself?

How do others describe you?

Do you have an icon of your future husband/wife/current partner? See: fantasy.

Do you have an LOLWHUT icon? NO WHY DON'T I????? This is as close as I get:

Feel free to let me know in comments which icon you think best describes me. ♥
Poetry: Okay, I completely forgot this when that favorite poetry meme was going around, but I found it in my commonplace book last night when I was waiting for something to install and was doodling out a new art project. (Probably it's something I've posted before, but I adore it.) It is the conclusion of a reply from Paulinus of Nola to his teacher and BFF Ausonius, written probably in the early fourth century, and it's lovely.
You and me: for all time which is given
And destined to mortal men,
For as long as I am held in this confining, limping body,
No matter how far I am separated from you in the world,
You will be neither distant from me nor far from my eyes:
I will hold you, intermingled in my very sinews.
I will see you in my heart and with a loving spirit embrace you;
You will be with me everywhere.
And when release from this bodily prison I fly from earth
To the spot in heaven where our universal Father places me,
There too I will keep you in my spirit;
Nor will the end which frees me from my body
Release me from your love.
For the mind, once it has survived the loss of limbs,
Continues to grow out of its heavenly root,
And therefore must keep its understanding and affections
Along with its life.
And just as it experiences no death, it will experience no loss of memory,
But remain forever alive, forever mindful.
Vale. (Farewell.)
(trans. Thomas Stehling) I can hear Castiel, a few years and a war down the line, thinking something like this.
In other news: Oh my god so much stuff to do. *flails* But in good news, it's WARM OH MY GOD IT'S SO NICE OUT.
How do you feel right now?
What's your favourite pastime?
Do you consider yourself a strange person?
What's your favourite fandom? Oh, so many.
OTP?
(I don't yet have a decent Gwen/Morgana icon *flaps*)
How do you describe yourself?
How do others describe you?
Do you have an icon of your future husband/wife/current partner? See: fantasy.
Do you have an LOLWHUT icon? NO WHY DON'T I????? This is as close as I get:
Feel free to let me know in comments which icon you think best describes me. ♥
Poetry: Okay, I completely forgot this when that favorite poetry meme was going around, but I found it in my commonplace book last night when I was waiting for something to install and was doodling out a new art project. (Probably it's something I've posted before, but I adore it.) It is the conclusion of a reply from Paulinus of Nola to his teacher and BFF Ausonius, written probably in the early fourth century, and it's lovely.
You and me: for all time which is given
And destined to mortal men,
For as long as I am held in this confining, limping body,
No matter how far I am separated from you in the world,
You will be neither distant from me nor far from my eyes:
I will hold you, intermingled in my very sinews.
I will see you in my heart and with a loving spirit embrace you;
You will be with me everywhere.
And when release from this bodily prison I fly from earth
To the spot in heaven where our universal Father places me,
There too I will keep you in my spirit;
Nor will the end which frees me from my body
Release me from your love.
For the mind, once it has survived the loss of limbs,
Continues to grow out of its heavenly root,
And therefore must keep its understanding and affections
Along with its life.
And just as it experiences no death, it will experience no loss of memory,
But remain forever alive, forever mindful.
Vale. (Farewell.)
(trans. Thomas Stehling) I can hear Castiel, a few years and a war down the line, thinking something like this.
In other news: Oh my god so much stuff to do. *flails* But in good news, it's WARM OH MY GOD IT'S SO NICE OUT.

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except i wanted to stop making new icons of white boys, for a change.
hm. will ponder.
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Also, I hope you realise that the poem just stomped all over me. I was fine until you went and added on that Vale which is probably okay for Paulinus and Ausonius but sounds so tragically final with Castiel and Dean ;_;
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Oh, Cas. Oh, Dean ♥
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