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[nynevefromthelake]

Diptychs illustrations for “Ivan the Terrible” (1944) by Sergei Eisenstein

[grimoire-pc-gg]

All Things Medieval: An Encyclopedia of the Medieval World

812 Pages - 2011 14.53 MB By Ruth A Johnson.

All Things Medieval: An Encyclopedia of the Medieval World covers the widest definition of “medieval Europe” possible, not by covering history in the traditional, textbook manner of listing wars, leaders, and significant historic events, but by presenting detailed alphabetical entries that describe the artifacts of medieval Europe. By examining the hidden material culture and by presenting information about topics that few books cover—pottery, locks and keys, shoes, weaving looms, barrels, toys, pets, ink, kitchen utensils, and much more—readers get invaluable insights into the nature of life during that time period and area.

The heartland European regions such as England, France, Italy, and Germany are covered extensively, and information regarding the objects of regions such as Byzantium, Muslim Spain, and Scandinavia are also included. For each topic of material culture, the entry considers the full scope of the medieval period—roughly 500–1450—to give the reader a historical perspective of related traditions or inventions and describes the craftsmen and tools that produced it.

Provides information on a comprehensive range of topics from agriculture to zoos, and also includes books, castles, minstrels, clothing and universities

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[call-me-kitty]

Thinking back. It absolutely kills me that Orion knew that something was up with D but he still loved him. D was violent and he was pushing him away but Orion stuck with him. Like he knew he was losing his friend and he still ran to his side. D was the first person he went to when he crashed into Sentinel's tower. He helped him up and immediately went "What did he do to you?"

Orion was ready to jump to his defense just for D to push him away with "Nothing compared to what I'm about to do to him."

And then still, Orion ran to his side and fought beside him with the only intention of helping his friend. He didn't check in on the high guard. He didn't even check with B to be completely honest. He ran to D.

Now I'm rambling but you get my point right? Orion was trying so dang hard to prevent a breakup and then...they're not even friends anymore...

[theglitterdome]

Happy 91st Birthday Julie Newmar!

Born August 16, 1933

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 33, vol. 36, 16 octobre 1915, Paris. Mlle Depressle, du Théâtre Impérial Michel, de Pétrograd. Habillée par Tollmann, 35, rue de Miromesnil. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Robe en mousseline de soie rose incrustée de Malines; bretelles de velours "saphir" terminées par des roses. (Dress in pink silk muslin inlaid with Malines; straps of "sapphire" velvet finished with roses.)

"Camargo" Robe en tulle noir drapé, garnie de jais et de girandoles. (Dress in draped black tulle, trimmed with jet and girandoles.)

[frugalkubal]

FINALLY. An actual healer among the graveborns; plus, he's pretty. lol He's kinda like the graveborn version of Hewynn. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[guzhufuren]

the great 2024 struggle of ql lovers to catch up even with a third part of airing shows

[ltwilliammowett]

Today in door no. 16 it's going to be small, but very cute. We're going on board a yacht. The Libava awaits us.

More about her:

Construction of the Libava began in May 2007 at the ‘Varyag’ shipyard in Petrozavodsk (Russia). The ship was launched in September 2008 and was built using traditional technologies that were in use three centuries ago. The ship designs were created on the basis of museum materials, in particular original drawings of Dutch yachts from the archives of the Naval Museum in St. Petersburg and German historical books. The prototype of the Libava was based on Dutch gentlemen's yachts with a shallow draught. Such ships were popular with the European aristocracy of the 17th century for pleasure and prestige purposes.

[todaysdocument]

Telegram from Abraham Lincoln to Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant at City Point, Virginia

Record Group 107: Records of the Office of the Secretary of WarSeries: Telegrams Sent and Received By The War Department Central Telegraph Office.

[handwritten in upper right corner] 133

[handwritten and underlined upper left side] "Cypher"

[typeset letterhead] Executive mansion,

Washington, [handwritten] August 17. [typeset] , 1864.

[handwritten] Lieut. Gen. Grant [blue stamp "PRINTED WAR RECORDS 1861-1865"]

City Point VA. [handwritten check mark]

I have seen your dispatch express

ing your unwillingness to break your hold where you are.

neither am I willing. Hold on with a bull-dog

grip, and chew and choke, as much as possible.

[signed] A. Lincoln

1030 am / T [red stamp illegible] 131 / 145

[summercosmos]

i missed drawing this little FREAK! anyways i was just searching for excuses 2 do a ronodin in something vaguely 70s. humour me

[canisalbus]

giordano reminds me of one of those teachers or parents who expects a child to know everything intrinsically and never make mistakes just because they happen to be smart. like the kind of mentor to expect Way too much from a young child and is overly proud when they do succeed (no thanks to them) so much so the mentor takes their accomplishment as their own and makes it about them. i feel so bad for baby machete and the dynamic he has with giordano, its unlocking childhood trauma. even though becoming a priest and a cardinal was a doomed decision i am glad he got to accomplish something outside of him 💔

Yeah, that sounds about right. Not only were his expectations unreasonably high and punishments harsh, he was also reluctant or incapable of praising and affirming the child if they tried their best and managed to succeed in something. He was very much teaching through negative consequences (which must've contributed to Machete's neurotic and perfectionistic personality).

He was also petty and jealous for a man of his age and status, and when Machete exceeded his expectations and surpassed Giordano in the church hierarchy at a considerably young age, the latter felt bitter and resentful and tried to claim credit for his accomplishments.

[crafteeauthor]

I do really enjoy the storytelling angle of the boys being 16 and 120/50 at the same time but I also do genuinely think those teenagers are only teenagers when it's plot convenient

[insanedoritos]

16 Germinal An II

[perpetuallyconfuzzled]

TFONE - Next time

"No, I did it for us" Orion is so glad that speaking before thinking is working in his favor for once because the sting of guilt that just shot through his spark at how surprised and touched Dee sounded was going to eat him up alive especially as he meets the other mech's hopeful optics. 

I am still kinda new at writing and I honestly had this one gathering dust for months but JUST got the time to clean it up to post (I was also chickening out constantly so JAAAAA;;;;;;;;;;) so here have my horrid little fluff(?) of Optimus making the biggest fumble in Cybertron's known history

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The city was loud, louder than it had been in Primus knows how long, and then some, and Pax was going to take advantage of it to the fullest.

The day before had been hell on wheels, nothing really going according to plan and just going from bad to worse; He hadn't been able to check on Jazz again or face the rest of the team after what happened with Elita, especially knowing that, if he were given the choice, he would have done it again. 

But frag it! He wasn't here to remember that, he needed to clear his helm. After this was done, he would be able to face them all again with a head held up high, knowing their sparks would be soaring in hope. This was the day to show all of Cybertron who they were and that no matter if you were born with or without cogs, anyone can make a difference and change the faith of their people!

Orion navigated the crowd with relative ease, optic sharp as he looked around for the promised opening he KNEW would lead them to the arena "Come on, come ON" he looked over at Dee every once in a while, vaguely paying attention to his friend's rambling, probably something about the race and who he was hoping would win Dee hasn't stopped talking about it since they woke up.

"-and with Behemoth on the race you KNOW it will be AMAZING, they have been one of the toughest speeders in the last few cycles! With the redoubling of the mine shift I haven't been able to see much of him anymore but I am sure he'll easily make it to the top 10 or maybe even win-" Orion chuckled as they kept walking to the stadium, his friend was practically glowing with delight and sang Sentinel's praises between each step they took, thankful for the Prime rewarding them all for all their cycles of devotion and sacrifice. Orion walks and listens, and for a second he gets swept with the current, just happy to follow along with Dee until his eyes finally catch the opening he has been looking for.

BINGO

"I have a surprise for you"

"Wha- Where are you going? The stadium is that way!"

"Yeah, yeah I know... Follow me" Pax moves to the side, not needing to look back to make sure if Dee is following or not. No matter how much he grumbled or bemoaned his shenanigans Orion knew Dee was always a few steps behind him; besides, he was already occupied watching out for the turbines "Pull up!" The current throws him off for a second as he held on to the handles at the left of the tunnel, making sure his friend was able to hold on and stand back up once the coast was clear to continue "Get caught in one of those and it'd launch you halfway across the city"

"Okay? But where are you taking me?"

Orion can't hold back the mischievous smile that breaks out, Dee is going to FLIP when he sees it, he can't wait to see his face! "Don't be a glitch, this will be totally worth it! Trust me" and once he wins him over with this there is no way he can say no!

"Hey, you don't be a glitch!" Orion opened the grate at the top of the stairs, looking around and making sure the place was as unprotected and deserted as it always had been 'Perfect, no one is here!'

"I know this is fun for you like, joking around-" Pax holds in a chuckle as he steps aside for his friend, ooooh this was going to be great "but if you make me miss ANY part of the IACON 5000 I swear I will smelt your-" 

Primus, he finally noticed

"-face right off..." and he lost him, he wasn't sure if he should laugh at how dumbfounded Dee looked or pay any attention to the warm swelling of pride inside his chestplate knowing he made D-16 lose all his words. 

The more he stared outside the brighter his optics burned, like that of a sparkling exploring Iacon for the first time, he was mesmerized and the larger Dee's smile grew the harder it was to ignore the burning joy dancing around his spark, he was going to love his plan! "Look- LOOK! There's Thunderglide and BEHEMOTH"

Hearing the other's, usually more calm and otherwise sarcastic, tone morph into one so full of genuine happiness was amazing. He really liked it!

"This. Is. UNBELIEVABLE!"

He can't help but smile just as broadly as Dee, his joy was just so contagious! And how can he not when the mech sounds way too cute when excited... Would Dee kill him if he said that out loud-

"It feels like I'm in the race"

And he is IN femmes and gentlemechs, The bot is on our side!! Okay, it's now or never Pax, Dee has always been pretty emotionally driven so if he is in a great mood, there are close to no plans he won't participate in! He just has to give him the jetpack now and explain what to- 

"You did this... for me?"

I-

Oh

"No, I did it for us" Orion is so glad that speaking before thinking is working in his favor for once because the sting of guilt that just shot through his spark at how surprised and touched Dee sounded was going to eat him up alive especially as he meets the other mech's hopeful optics. 

Orion lifts his fist with (what he begs all primes ever created it to be) a relaxed reassuring smile as he hides away the light panic rattling inside his helm and Dee, ever trusting and ever loyal, meets his fist with his own, smiling with such a goofy, genuine, happy smile it was impossible to look away while his spark stabbed at him once more. That was the smile of someone who trusted him to not lie about this not being another scheme or another misadventure, of someone who just wanted to spend a well-deserved break with his best friend and watch something fun before heading back to work the next day, of someone who fully believes that even after everything there could never be any deception behind such a sincere (bordering on intimate!) act.

... but there was no lie, right? It really was for them, all of them, he wasn't exactly lying to him! This was for Dee to finally see himself as someone who should be able to be whatever they wanted to be and for all the miners to be free of their oppressive and brutal routines.

He'd see, they would all finally see that they are more than meets the eyes (and if a small voice that sounded eerily similar to Dee's whispered with a twinge of hurt 'You are a liar Orion Pax' he pays it no mind)

His mind quickly picks up on Sentinel's speech and he mumbles a soft curse (Frag, since when has he been there?) as he starts paying attention to the prime above them, he can worry about how Dee will or will not hate him later this was important! This was their only chance to show Iacon and Sentinel Prime that they could help out, that there had to be a way to let bots be more proactive with their own lives instead of having the miners waste away between the rubble and scraps of Energon.

Orion examines Dee one more time as the other stares at the Primes of old with reverence, his goofy bright smile replaced with a more solemn frown as if he were in the presence of the actual Thirteen. There is a fire on his optic Orion only sees whenever the other speaks about Megatronus Prime before going back to the spark of joy he had before, the mech really couldn't wait for the race to start and-  and for a moment Pax falters once more.... is he really going to do this? He knows Dee is always cleaning after him and saving his aft from every disaster he drags him to-

"Racers"

This is not the first time he has done something like this and it won't be the last-

"On your marks!"

Besides, Dee is going to love it! Once he is soaring into the skies and gets to meet that Behemoth or Thunderglider guy he would know it was a good plan!

"I can't believe we get to watch from the starting line-" 

This is for all of us, everyone is counting on them now, and there is no turning back.

"The best seats in the house-... why'd you bring jetpacks?"

He'll make it up to him next time. Definitely. Next race they'll sit back here and watch, no adventure, no trick, just the two of them like Dee wanted.

"Get set!"

Next race for sure, but not this one.

"It's time to show them, we are more than meets the eyes"

And those golden eyes grow dull again, the smile vanishes into a frown and for some reason, Pax feels his spark drop painfully when it does.

"Oh no"

It's not angry or sad, it's not even exasperated, he sounds... disappointed, almost defeated.

But it's alright, he'll make it up to him, 1000% 

Next time, promise.

But right now they have a race to win.

[greendayauthority]

Bowery Ballroom, NYC, 18 May 2009

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 50, vol. 32, 16 décembre 1911, Paris. Habit de brocart "orange” broché d’argent et bordé d’hermine, sur robe de tulle bis et dentelle. Imp. L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France