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Sorry for more obscure fanart but i came across this tumblr post and the animation intrigued me so I watched it and now here's fanart XD
(I changed the design of this guy's "evil" version to look more like his nice-guy design for fun!)
I hope you enjoy, and have an AWESOME day!!
A Cloud and Landscape Study by Moonlight by Johan Christian Dahl
a vampire giving themselves a pep talk to a mirror that has a crudely drawn picture of themselves that they drew taped to it
Captain from HMS Pinafore v Major General from Pirates Of Penzance fight
Captain "a finer captain don't walk the deck" Corcoran vs Major General "cannot tell at sight a mouser rifle from a javelin" Stanley?? Really?
The last green leaves 🍃
Evelyn Cunningham in the Pittsburgh Courier, Pennsylvania, November 14, 1953
i was trying to find the ancient greek work for pumpkin because Halloween and instead i found this gem
Oh man it gets even better. It’s a pun that works in English too.
One time I was explaining the ancient Romans to R (this took some doing) because he saw me reading The Twelve Caesars, and I had to explain this word to him, because it’s the title of (as mentioned above) a work by Seneca, the biography of Claudius.
When a Roman emperor died, they experienced “apotheosis” – becoming a god. When Claudius died, the joke Seneca made was that he was such a buffoon he experienced apocolocyntosis.
Not becoming a god, but becoming a gourd.
R laughed so hard when I explained this that he almost crashed the car, and for WEEKS afterward I would know when he was sharing the joke because he’d text me to remind him of how to spell apocolocyntosis.
Daniel Garber - Shadows (1922)
Anyway, on fera jamais mieux que ce graphique du LA Times.
You can’t just say “frog automaton” and not have a gif, so I made one for you all.
Vaughan, Ontario, Canada | Photo by @giltamin
Some of Józef Wilkoń's illustrations to Pan Tadeusz (1960s-70s).
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cemetery of laeken, brussels.
the story of a marble worker evrard flignot who devastated by the death of his wife built a mausoleum for her. at first look inside, there is a mourner reaching out to an empty wall. but, once a year, on the day of the summer solstice, the sun draws a light that recalls this love for almost a century.
One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.
A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.
When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.
When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.
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Anton Lomaev's illustrations for William Shakespeare's Hamlet.
