#judith miller

[fashionbooksmilano]

Jewel

A Celebration of Earth's Treasures

Foreword by Judith Miller

Dorling Kindersley, London 2016, 360 pages, 26,2x30,5cm, ISBN 9780241226032

euro 35,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Celebrate the world's most dazzling jewels and gemstones with this glamorous guide to jewellery, precious and semi-precious gems, and minerals.

Packed with spectacular photography of gemstones and celebrated jewellery and other precious objects, fascinating real-life stories about the world's most famous, celebrated, or notorious gems, and interesting historical features about the history of gemmology, Jewel is a lavish look at precious stones, precious metals, and organic gems such as amber and pearl.

Discover gemstones from agate to zoisite, take an up-close look at the world's most extravagant and famous jewellery, and immerse yourself in the incredible stories behind famous gems including the stunning Koh-i-Noor, the exquisite Fabergé eggs, and the mysterious and allegedly cursed Hope Diamond.

With a foreword by Judith Miller, this sumptuous celebration of the treasures of the Earth is the perfect gift for anyone looking for a little glamour.

16/03/24

[macmurphysgirl]

I know this isn't really the place to post edits to be honest but this one I just made shows one of my favourite part in post apocalyptic shows/games/movies. The human connections.

"Number one, this is not a show about zombies. This is a show and a story about love." - Troy Baker.

I can't even explain how much resonate with any zombie medias I've watched. Yes, zombies/walker/clicker (or whatever you want to name them) are apart of it but they're like the side plot.

That type of content, to me, shows so much about connections and how humans would act without the society. We can see bounds forming between people who would have never even bat an eye at one another on a daily basis. There are no more real social groups. No poor, no rich. Just people trying to survive the best they can.

New families, not bounded my blood but families none the less. Caring for and protecting one another. They all have different backgrounds, different morals and ethic but they still bring people in no matter the danger it could bring upon them.

Anyways, my heart will always belong to zombies/ post apocalyptic medias <3

[jdmorganz]

Joel Miller / Negan Smith Comparisons

I keep seeing people making comparisons between Joel Miller and Rick Grimes, but honestly, I always thought with their backgrounds Joel has so much more in common with Negan. I’m not saying they are completely alike because they aren’t, but looking at the timelines of their stories they are very similar. They both lost the person they loved the most at the beginning of their apocalypses. It drove them both to join groups that took people’s things where they killed innocent people. They were both feared and considered shitty people. This is mentioned multiple times in the game by people like Bill, Tess, Tommy, etc. Tess telling Joel they are shitty people. The people in the town being scared of Joel. Tommy saying he had nightmares for years about the things that Joel made them to do in order to survive. Bill saying normal people scare him and Joel should know that better than anyone. Joel saying he was part of groups like the one that attacked him and Ellie, making it clear to the fact he killed innocent people. They both were strong and feared by many. Both of their redemption arcs were them getting close to a young girl(s) in need of a father figure. Now you don’t have to agree with me, that’s fine. But there are seriously so many similarities and they are both my two favorite characters. I probably liked Negan more because he did remind me of a smartass Joel. I definitely have a thing for morally gray characters. That’s for sure. The biggest difference between the two (for me) is that Joel was the protagonist and started his story off with his redemption (so to speak) and Negan came in as an antagonist and his story took time to progress. So yeah, I see more similarities in Joel/Negan than I do in Joel/Rick. If you don't agree with me, please avoid attacking me as it's just my opinion. 

[witha-boxofscraps]

Does anyone have any recs for the reluctant father figure trope??

I’m talking Peter and Tony, Ellie and Joel, Judith and Daryl, Sydney and Victor, Vin and Kelsier, Eleven and Hopper etc.

Any form of media really but preferable books/tv/film, it’s so hard to find 😭

Thank you!!

[empirearchives]

Maximum price laws under Napoleon

Price maximums are laws that place a ceiling on the price that goods can be charged so that they are affordable to the public. Napoleon applied these regulations to bread, meat, and water (which was made free).

The Prefect of the Eure had included a moving piece of evidence in his monthly report: a sample of miserable bread, “only crudely fashioned wheat husks,” the most his department’s people could afford. In Paris, rumors had flown for months that the city was nearing starvation and emergency measures were imminent. Dreading what might follow, Napoleon determined that only direct intervention would stave off greater disorder. By the morning of May 4, he had drawn up his master plan, and by the end of the week, one might have concluded that the Jacobins had returned to the Convention. Two Imperial decrees, the first on May 4 and a second on May 8, were issued from his chambers. The former once again restricted all sales of grain to public marketplaces, and the latter imposed price maximums on all cereals.

— Judith A. Miller, Mastering the Market: The State and the Grain Trade in Northern France, 1700-1860, p. 198-199

Though he tried to reconcile the war-imposed need for regulation with the liberalism of the bourgeoisie, he was not the laissez-faire economist the Revolutionaries were. His was rather the outlook and role of an enlightened despot, doing his best to promote, according to his own lights, the welfare of his people.

This is why he turned from the Revolutionary, physiocratic idea of unregulated trade to the fixing of prices on meat and bakery items. His natural inclination was to regulate trade by means of corporations, but bankers, industrialists, and the Council of State so generally opposed the idea that freedom of work remained the rule. There were, however, numerous exceptions, particularly in the liberal professions. Bonaparte ordered the prefect of police in Paris to establish trade bodies for baking and butchery; this corporative regime spread to several provincial cities.

“I fear insurrections based on a lack of bread: I should fear less a battle of 200,000 men.” His early popularity, particularly in Paris, rested on his providing food, at low prices, and work.

— Robert B. Holtman, The Napoleonic Revolution, p. 105-106

Napoleon wrote to his stepson in 1810 about this subject:

“The question of wheat is the most important and the most delicate for sovereigns. The owners never agree with the people. The first duty of the sovereign is to lean towards the people, without listening to the sophisms of the owners.”

— Source: Europeana

[what-inthe-goddamn]

The Inner Circle

[skoulsons]

Do you ever sit and think about it.

Fathers and daughters and hands? Because I do. A lot. All the time, actually. It haunts me. My every thought. My dreams. My daydreams. My conversations. Everything. It’s everywhere.

[akitasimblr]

Household One: Bexley, Billie, Francesca, Marigold, Penelope

not the best 'first impression' with mom judi, hum, cesca? 😂😋

billie is confused... wasn't xavier just flirting with HER a second ago!?!?!? 😂

i'm just as surprised, cesca 😮😆

our bachelor is on fire 😉 i mean, LITERALLY 😂

am i worried everyone is flirting with each other except with xavier?! no. at. all. *irony*

HOLY COWPLANT! CESCA & JUDI!!!!! 👀😏😂😉

and we bid goddbye to household 1 💤

@windslar @devotedsims @threelakees @bakersimmer @violetkii

[makbubblefandom]

Howdy TWD fans ! I’m looking for someone to play Carl ( main ) plus other characters ( we will divide them ) for this brand new rp !

I had a thought while rewatching the pilot episode of TWD. What if the little girl walker hadn’t actually been dead when Rick found her ? This spawned a whole arching story of Summer Hash, the girl who lost everything. I’m looking to do a Carl x Oc ( canon ? Who knows lol ) rp from start to finish. I want to do the whole show story and timeline and I’m looking for someone to help brainstorm and take TWD in a new direction ! I rp on discord and I’m only looking for 18+ offers ! I’m hoping to rp with someone fairly active as I am also fairly active. I also rp semi lit and my rp response size is usually two paragraphs long !

If you are interested, please dm me or interact with this post ! Thank you ❤️

[mikyapixie]

35 years ago today All Dogs Go To Heaven released in theaters!!!

I can never watch this movie without crying!!!🥹🥹🥹

[improvemyhome24]

Judith Miller, 'Antiques Roadshow' Favorite, Dead at 71.

Judith Miller wasn’t born into British royalty, but after publishing more than 100 collectibles books and becoming a fan favorite on the BBC hit Antiques Roadshow, Miller rightfully earned the nickname of “the Queen of Collecting.” Miller, who co-founded Miller’s Antiques Price Guide and had been working on a new edition of the book, died April 8, after a short illness. She was 71. Born in…

[sunraysandrunway]

Dries Van Noten Fall 2004 Ready-to-Wear

(Model: Jessica Miller)

(Model: Judith Vantomme)

(Model: Dasha V.)

[jannwrites]

Alternative readings for The Body Keeps the Score

hi, i'm a practicing mental health therapist and a writer here on tumblr dot com. the body keeps the score by dr. bessel van der kolk has a couple issues with it, primarily in the author's very much cishet male eurocentric approach to trauma and the graphic nature of the book. here's a list of some books about trauma that i've found preferable to the body keeps the score in addressing trauma and how the body holds onto trauma. i've included pdf links for ones i could find:

HEALING TRAUMA by peter a. levine. this one is a far less denser read than the body keeps the score while still providing solid education on trauma symptomatology. it even comes with mp3 access to exercises to address somatic symptoms.

MY GRANDMOTHER'S HANDS by resmaa menakem. this one discusses how racism in america is ingrained in our society and how intergenerational racial trauma is ingrained in our bodies.

INFLAMED by rupa marya & raj patel. this was written in response to the COVID-19 pandemic and the structural injustices in medicine that caused so many racial disparities in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, and how trauma caused by our political systems affect the different systems of the body.

THE POLITICS OF TRAUMA: SOMATICS, HEALING, & SOCIAL JUSTICE by staci haines. a great read on how trauma is not just an individual problem but a societal problem, and how to integrate trauma work into society at large.

TRAUMA & RECOVERY by judith l. herman. this is a classic in the therapy field and really set the tone for our modern approaches to trauma treatment. the pdf linked is the first edition of the book but it has since been updated as we learn more about complex trauma.

THE BODY NEVER LIES: THE LINGERING EFFECTS OF CRUEL PARENTING by alice miller. what it says on the tin: this book covers the effects of trauma inflicted by parents on the body and the brain.

cheers, and happy reading!

[what-inthe-goddamn]

Intros below! I’ve been developing my courier Saoirse’s backstory and decided to flesh out some of the important characters with art and info ✨

[carlsangel]

LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU (PART ONE)

carl grimes x fem!reader

(you and carl have an argument and he makes it up to you.)

tags: SMUT!!! p in v, RIDINGGGGG BABYYYY, unprotected sex (be safe!)

masterlist here!

read part two!

i wrote this so i could get motivated to write again, it’s the first fic i’ve written that wasn’t requested in a long ass time, so this one’s just an idea from me and a fic for myself i hope u like!!!

Carl was always telling you that you needed to be safe outside the walls. He always told you if you were to go on a run, the only people you should go with was Daryl or Glenn. So, when he told you he couldn’t go on a woods date because he’d be going out for supplies with the two of them, you wanted to go with. But he still refused.

“I don’t understand, I thought you said it was fine if Glenn and Daryl took me, you said they’re the most reliable. We were supposed to go to the woods anyway…” You reason, following him through the house as he gathered his belongings. “We can go on the date tomorrow, anyway this time’s different. We’re going to the store on Miller street, the last time the guys went, it was filled with walkers.” He makes his way out of your guys’ room and down the hall. “Well why’re you going then? I don’t want you to.”

He stops just before the stairs and he sighs, turning around to look at you intently. “It’s just how it is, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you out there, and you definitely don’t have to worry about me.” He explains. You’re sort of annoyed at the fact he thinks he has to take care of you. He continues down the steps and you follow after. “You don’t have to worry about me, I don’t understand. You’re being quite the hypocrite.” You refute. He shakes his head and grabs his bag before heading towards the door.

“Seriously Carl, what the fuck?” He places his hand on the handle and turns to you. “I’ll see you at eight.” He opens the door and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

You stayed home the whole day, quite pissed to say the least. You babysat Judith, which didn’t bother you at all but you’d rather have gone with him. You felt worried, not to mention left out. By the time they came home, you were sitting on the floor in the living room with Judith, playing with her toys. “Here, bug, this one has jingles.” You shake the toy in front of her and she yawns, grabbing it but dropping it. You hear the front door open and you see Carl and Daryl walking through the door. AKA your signal to get Judith up to bed.

You stand up and pull Judith up as well, letting her stand on your feet as you take slow steps towards the stairs. They both acknowledge you and Carl’s the first to say something. “Hey, how was babysitting?” He asks, noticing how focused you are on keeping Judith on your feet. “It was fun. We gotta go to bed, don’t we Judith?” You reply dismissively, Daryl and Carl share a knowing look while you head up the stairs.

You get Judith changed and in her crib, you exit and closer her door quietly before turning to be met with Carl just standing there. “Oh sh-” You put your hand over your heart and he sort of giggles at you. “Jesus christ make a noise or something.” You roll your eyes and walk down the hall and he follows after. “I’m alive, see? The run was a breeze.”

He tries his best to make you realize you were wrong about not wanting him to go out. “Yeah no shit, I see that but that doesn’t make the whole situation any less frustrating.” You retort. He closes the door behind you guys and you sit on the bed, kicking your boots off your feet and he does the same. “I was left here alone, not to mention you ditched our date.” You stand up to start changing and he watches you from the bed. “I know, and I’m sorry I just- It seemed like the best way for me to get practice with knives. I’m still not the best since…my eye.” He replies quietly. You turn from the dresser to look at him.

Well you just feel bad now. “Shit I just feel sort of selfish…I’m sorry.” You sort of sympathize with him and walk over to run your hand through his hair. “Don’t worry. I get it, probably more than anyone.” He holds the sides of your thighs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over them as he looks up at you. “But, if you wanna make it up to me, and if you’d let me make it up to you…I can think of somethin we could do.”

Within the next couple minutes you’re both stripped of your clothes, Carl is sitting back against the pillows while you’re on his lap. He has your tit in his mouth, his eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling of your nipple against his tongue. He moans against your skin and your hand goes up to tug on his hair a bit. He pulls away from your chest to look up at you breathlessly. “Please I need to feel you.”

You smile and adjust your position on his lap, slowly sinking onto his dick. The both of you moan at the feeling, he leans his head against your chest as he feels your heat surround him. His hands go to your hips, yours go to his shoulders to steady yourself. He guides your hips back and forth, only making the pace quicker. “Oh fuck you drive me insane.” He mumbles into your chest, his eyes half lidded and his grip on your hips getting tighter.

You can feel him start to buck his hips upwards, pushing his dick farther into you. You lean on him a bit, resting your weight on your knees as you straddle him, allowing him to thrust up even more. He rests his hands on your waist and looks up at you, watching as your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure. He slows a bit and you pull away to lean back on your hands, his cock still penetrating you while you steady yourself. This put your body on display, he could see everything.

You start to move yourself back and forth, practically fucking yourself on him. Carl’s eyes go wide at the way you grind on him, he could cum from the sight alone. And he almost did. “Fuck- m’gonna-” He said shakily. You’re breathing heavy, the feeling leaves you unable to speak and Carl leans forward to rub your clit with his thumb. That basically sends you over the edge and you cum, moaning quite loudly. The feeling of you clenching around him added on top of your moans causes Carl’s orgasm to follow shortly after.

A couple of minutes went by and you were cuddled together in bed, he’d cleaned you up and pulled your clothes back on for you. You loved aftercare with him, he was always the sweetest. The two of you soon fell asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

─── ⋆⋅ ꩜ ⋅⋆ ───

The next morning, you had perimeter watch so Carl woke up early to make you breakfast. Or try at least, he made you eggs and selected some fruit for you to eat before leaving. He sat and talked with you, making you laugh before leaving for work. You did a ton of different jobs at Alexandria, perimeter watch was your least favorite. You’d even faked having a bad headache one time to get out of it.

So, you stood there watching carefully when you hear a voice from the bottom of the post. It was Glenn. You peak your head over. “Can I come up?” He asks. “Yeah go for it.” You step back and continue to watch around the gates while you waited for him to climb up. Once he did, he looked at you and sort of laughed awkwardly. He was being weird but he’s always sort of like that so you didn’t pay any mind to it. “Did you need something?” Your focus is still on the scenery in front of you as you speak.

“Uhh…yeah there was sort of something I need to tell you about the run yesterday.” He was nervous and it was evident with his tone. You turn to him, your eyebrows furrowing a tad. “Okay..explain.” He nods and swallows hard. “Just- don’t get angry okay? I mean I’m not really meant to be saying anything but I feel horrible to keep it from you and-”

“Oh my god please just spit it out.” You cut him off. “Right. Yesterday Carl had a close call with a walker, it basically tackled him and was really close to just-” He stops for a moment but continues. “It almost bit his face off. Daryl saved him last second when I’d got close enough to hear their conversation…I guess they didn’t see me, they made an agreement to keep it from you. Not to tell you about it.” He explained, somewhat ashamed.

You stop to think. You felt shitty about it all, for sure. He’d gotten pissy at you about wanting to go, made you feel bad for not wanting him to go, and used the excuse of his eye. He told you it all went well. He lied to your face, then fucked you after.

a/n: part two is coming soon :)

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[gooberscollage]

Various Antiques From Antique Price Guides

Sources: Miller's collectibles handbook & price guide 2014-2015 by Judith Miller and Collectables handbook & price guide 2016-2017 by Judith Miller