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goshyesvintageads · 1 month ago
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The Palmolive Co, 1918
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sweetestgirlblogger · 6 months ago
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my favorite show
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Cesare Saccaggi (1868-1934) "Great Semiramis, Queen of Assyria" (c. 1905) Oil on canvas, gold and precious stones The myth of Semiramis has its roots in late antiquity. Historiography, religion, art and literature have contributed to passing on different and contradictory legends linked to her figure over the centuries: some recognize her as the enlightened Assyrian ruler Shammuramat, wife of King Shamshi-Adad V and regent of his son Addu-Nirari III--to whom we owe the realization of the hanging gardens of Babylon.For others, Semiramis is the daughter of a nymph, abandoned in the desert and then fed by doves - the 'daughter of the air', according to Calderón de la Barca and Carlo Gozzi. Or she is the daughter of the goddess Derceto and the Syrian Caistro, married first to Onne, then to King Nino, with whom she had a son who, according to tradition, when he became an adult, chased her from the throne and killed her. During her reign, Semiramis conquered Mesopotamia, Egypt and Ethiopia. Herodotus and Diodorus Siculus speak of her as a great and good sovereign.
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evydraws · 5 months ago
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Master Sol - an oil pastel study because that lightsaber lighting has bewitched me
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time-to-write-and-suffer · 8 months ago
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The way some of you did not learn anything even at all.
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zeherili-ankhein · 7 months ago
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Random ass shot of my oil pastels (with a basic sa Snapchat filter ofcourse..)
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officialpenisenvy · 6 months ago
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MY FUCKING OIL BOTTLE BROKE
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passengerpigeons · 5 months ago
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after having used cast iron for several years. I literally don't understand why people stress so much about fucking the seasoning. like someone was like "can't you not even simmer water in it?" I mean maybe not for like a full day bone broth or something but like the way some people think of cast iron would literally make it useless
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corvidaedream · 1 year ago
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rebooting an old character from a short-lived d&d campaign in college and bringing her into my coworker marty's campaign bc he was like "so im going to drop your character in once they get to this thing, it'd be ideal if they could be involved in this gem-forgery scheme at the place" and I was like Oh... I'm Bringing The Con Artist Tiefling BACK!
welcome back florence u lying & scheming little piece of shit
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seaweedofthesevenseas · 1 year ago
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for sophie a little pinch of jegulus and wind chimes bc regulus died and james only has the wind for company. no idea how many words this is. no warnings whatsoever <3 (i don’t write fanfiction, i only write snippets of little silly stuff which come to my brain, bc i have too much imagination and sometimes i’m incapable of channeling it into my art :/)
james used to call regulus’ voice “like a bunch of wind chimes.” so soft, so gentle, caressing the wind, harnessing it lightly to create music, then letting it go. so clear, so innocent. free of heaviness and darkness. it was james’ beacon, wind chimes, anywhere. and so was regulus’ voice.
then one day, james no longer heard regulus’ voice. no matter how many spell reversals he did. memory bottles, pensives. something kept regulus away from his reach, and he didn’t know why. he couldn’t even comfort himself about the thought regulus was no longer in pain over anything.
on thst same day, james decided to buy some wind chimes. both his death wish and saving grace, he sat outside every day, listening to the gentle tinkle of metal.
until the wind stopped blowing.
the wind stopped blowing, and james realised, it was a curse.
the wind stopped blowing, so did the wind chimes.
he tried bringing the gentle music back, but his own fingers tapping the metal were too clumsy, too loud. it sounded wrong. it sounded like regulus‘ throat was sandpapery after having no water. he didn’t want his love to be unable to speak clearly.
james went ballistic. he stayed inside for days upon days. he didn’t show his face to anyone. not even sirius.
and one hot july afternoon, the wind chimes came back.
regulus came back.
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timandlucy · 1 year ago
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My dad is a jerk, what else is new. 😔
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sweet-as-kiwis · 1 year ago
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Choosing a kitten to adopt is ROUGH
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sweetestgirlblogger · 4 months ago
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lavendorium · 2 years ago
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I have yet to do a single canvas painting since the last time I bought buy-one-get-two-free canvases. And yet I bought 12 more buy-one-get-two-free canvases.
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bending-sickle · 1 month ago
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my brain’s throwing out “insomnia!” to the tune of rihanna’s disturbia because it has once again decided to wake up at 4:30 a-fucking-m and stay that way until 6. and then again 45 minutes before my alarm clock.
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tradermade · 4 months ago
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Positive start to global markets today! https://markets.tradermade.com/forex/forex-newsletter-positive-start-with-yen-aussie-soaring. $JPY & $AUD lead Forex gains, while $CHF & $GBP lag. Asia-Pacific markets rise, Europe flat, and US markets slightly up. #Energy & precious #metals mixed. Stay tuned!
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