#john evelyn

[the-things-i-think-about]

Can someone invent time travel so I can go back in time and murder John Evelyn?

[famousborntoday]

John Evelyn was an English writer, landowner, gardener, courtier and minor government official, who is now best known as a diarist. He was a founding Fellow of...

Link: John Evelyn

[newtonian-tragedy]

The writer and diarist John Evelyn used [Lucatello's Balsam] to calm his son Richard when he vomited after choking on a bone

"There, there, son. You were this close to dying, but some turpentine will make it all better."

[epochhistorymagazine]

London's Great Fire

'On 3 September 1666, Evelyn rode from Deptford to Southwark to look at the Fire devouring the city. It would become his ritual for the next few days, his attempt to control the uncontrollable, at least with his eyes.' - Angelina Andreeva

[filmgifs]

THE MUMMY (1999) Dir. Stephen Sommers

[letthefairyinyoufly]

He may be a cowboy, but I know the breed. His word is his word.

[diioonysus]

creatures in art: mermaids & sirens

[yocalio]

THE MUMMY (1999) Behind the scenes footage from the set in 1998

[hidekomoon]

I stole @ultravioletness’s idea and made some painting collages (click for better quality. or not) (my other edits are here)

1. The lady in Evelyn De Morgan’s The Crown of Glory (1896) admires Waterhouse’s Siren (c.1900)

2. Godward’s Athenaïs (1908) and An Offering To Venus (1912)

3. Waterhouse’s Isabella (1907) holds Stanhope’s Morgan Le Fay (c.1880)

4. La Belle Dame Sans Merci (1893) seduces a nymph from Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus (1900), both paintings by Waterhouse

5. Waterhouse’s Ophelia (1910) finds Collier’s Sleeping Beauty (1921)

please reblog if you save! (except terfs, “gender critical” radfems and general transphobes, y’all can block me please)

[backwoodsbigfoot]

So I’ve just seen the Mummy (1999) for the first time, somehow, after 25 years of being alive and loving adventure/fantasy/historical fiction films and I.

I LOVED IT.

Sure, it’s goofy and the CGI is a bit horrid, but I still loved it.

I loved the characters, I loved the gorgeous sets, I loved how EARNEST it is. It’s truly such a fun film, and I’m kicking myself for not watching it sooner.

And it’s FUNNY! Beni and Rick had me cackling. Look at Brendan’s face in this scene:

And then he’s on the WRONG SIDE OF THE RI-VER!

Also really loved the relationships between the characters. Jonathan and Evy have such a sweet sibling dynamic. They genuinely love and support each other, and that’s really refreshing.

Just Jonathan in general is delightful, honestly.

Love ya, dude.

Also everyone is so hot??? I even thought Imhotep was handsome, and I’m usually put off by bald men (sorry fellas). Look how cute Evy is!!!

BUT. Ardeth Bay? Holy shit. He is GORGEOUS. Legitimately have never seen a man who’s so beautiful. Big time crush happening over here.

I looked up Oded Fehr and he’s actually still gorgeous, it’s ridiculous.

Dude. Are you kidding me??? LOOK at him.

Anyway, really loved this movie and can’t wait to get sucked into the fandom!

[thefugitivesaint]

Evelyn De Morgan (1855-1919), 'The Light Shineth in Darkness and the Darkness Comprehendeth It Not, no date "De Morgan derived her inspiration for this drawing from the Gospel of St John, Chapter 1 Verse 5. This follows the story of creation and the emergence of God from nothingness, reflecting on the triumph of light against darkness. Christian doctrine is clearly present in many of De Morgan's works, and several of her paintings employ biblical titles and themes. From around 1910 her paintings show a shift into the use of more ambiguous spiritual imagery. De Morgan's mother-in-law, Sophia De Morgan, was a Spiritualist who had a profound influence on the artist's personal beliefs and style; particularly in her later career.

This drawing shows a heavenly figure of light exquisitely rendered in a blaze of gold. She is holding a lamp in her left hand, whilst showing the sign of benediction in her right. Rays of light radiate out to fill the whole composition, brightening the dark landscape and illuminating snakes and reptiles who lurk below in the gloom. This work relates to De Morgan's 1895 oil painting Lux in Tenebris…whose title also derives from the Gospel of St John. In Lux in Tenebris, the heavenly central figure is dressed elaborately in gold and holds a laurel branch, whilst two crocodiles circle below. In 1906 De Morgan also painted another oil titled The light shineth in the darkness…featuring a similar composition, but instead of reptiles at the angel's feet there lie three naked figures, shackled to rocks and blinded by despair. Though De Morgan exhibited and was known as an oil painter, she used gold drawing on dark paper throughout her career. There are fourteen known works in this medium. The contrast between the black paper and gold paint makes these jewel-like pictures singular within her oeuvre." Source

[arthursfuckinghat]

The fate of Evelyn Miller is so fucking fascinating, I had no idea.

Although Dutch admired him like a saint, his books and writings were heavily criticized by others in the same field as him. Miller wrote very poetic and socially progressive novels (a big deal considering the time period), his empathy and understanding of the world around him was the main reason for the criticism.

He was painted as a fraud and a fool who had ideas far above his station, his books also sparked a lot of controversy in the gang. When Dutch tried sharing 'wisdom' from one of the books, Lenny was especially critical of Miller's philosophies. Lenny also said that Miller was a fraud, a man who came from a privileged life and was pretending to live like a lower class citizen. Dutch took it personally, but carried on reading, he does this in a few interactions with explaining or reading out some of Miller's writing to gang members.

But the interesting part is despite Dutch preaching Miller's philosophies and reading his books to the last letter, he proved to not fully understand the meaning behind the writings after all.

It was shown that Miller was an advocate for nature, the Wapiti, and native Americans in general. He tried to help them with the situation regarding the peace treaty and convinced Arthur to help them too. Miller's allyship with the Wapiti was met with a lot of scrutinization, he was insulted by guests at the mayor's party for sympathising with minorities, but Miller still aided them when they needed it.

And as we know, this is quite the opposite to what Dutch did. Dutch took advantage of the Wapiti and helped fuel the war between them and the army for his own gain. He preached his idea of a fair and free world, but killed innocents and indoctrinated the vulnerable. He preached second chances, but shot without hesitation. He preached loyalty, but left his sons to die.

I could go on, but ultimately, Miller was also critical of himself. He pushed himself hard to write and improve, so much so that he died of starvation whilst trying to finish his last book. His last request was wanting his body to be burned so he could soar in the air with the eagles.

Dutch loving and preaching Miller till his dying day only further cemented the hypocrisy that ran deep in Dutch as a person. He fed on the thrill that came from leading people to a 'better world' - and it killed them all.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Brideshead Revisited, Ep 3 "The Bleak Light of Day" (1981)

Dir. Michael Lindsay-Hogg and Charles Sturridge. Jeremy Irons as Charles Ryder, Anthony Andrews as Sebastian Flyte, Claire Bloom as Lady Marchmain, John Grillo as Mr. Samgrass, and Charles Keating as Rex Mottram.

[f-misc]

Spies Are Forever West End Concert rehearsals in full swing!

[ccalicoco]

tw!! dubcon/noncon. general blasphemy.

thinking of father!john price who puts it in your tight little asshole at the altar—a punishment for not knowing the lord’s prayer. has the bible open, and makes you read matthew 6:9-13—our father, who art in heaven—over and over and over as he pushes further inside. but you can’t possibly focus, not with his paws gripping your waist, keeping you still; not with his scratchy beard rubbing against your cheek, your neck, pressing shudders through you; not with his voice in your ear, low, rumbling, “keep going, little thing. finish y’prayer, b’fore i call deacon riley. an’ trust me, you don’ wanna deal with him, sweetheart,” (you do deal with him. both of them, sunk to your knees by the altar, one leg on either side of deacon riley’s burly thighs with father price behind you, bicep curved beneath your throat, cutting air—don’ fight it, little thing—and a hand fit your jaw, forcing your eyes on the bible laying on the deacon’s chest, matthew 6:9-13 open for you. “read, girl,” he grunts from below, but his eyes aren’t on your face. no, they’re watching price’s big cock disappear inside you, fucking into you; watching his own scarred paw bring his cock from the confines of his slacks and slide it back—back—to press right up against the father’s, and push—).