Having been attacked by bandits, Rosamund the Fantasy Heroine is required to patch up her hot...er...travelling companion, who now has a first AND a last name, the excitement! #shorts #fantasyheroine Music: Floating Home - Brian Bolger ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiEzrQfZAfE

You're here? At the very first episode of Stuff You Like? Mercy. If you're braving an archive binge, do leave a comment and let me know, I will salute you. :D Action Girls, Asteroid Thickets, Faster Than Light travel, and SPACE! A review of Ryk Spoor's novel by Sursum Ursa. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNfRnUwyUws

A monologue for #Shakes450: A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 2, Scene 1. "These are the forgeries of jealousy..." Full text: TITANIA These are the forgeries of jealousy. And never, since the middle summer’s spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By pavèd fountain, or by rushy brook, 70Or in the beachèd margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea 75Contagious fogs, which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents. The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn 80Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard. The fold stands empty in the drownèd field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock. The nine-men’s-morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green 85For lack of tread are undistinguishable. The human mortals want their winter here. No night is now with hymn or carol blessed. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, 90That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown 95An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter change Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. 100And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension. We are their parents and original. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFLLxT4xwtU

Yes? Sadly it's kind of boring. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcwpHMu0r0w