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lecompanion

#tag yourself, I’m Rory

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This is why Mr. Fry will always have a seat at my table.

lj-lovegood

Amen.

adamndisgrace

I was having a conversation about religion with this guy and he asked me what I would do if I got into heaven and had to sit next to God. I told him I wouldn’t take the seat.

misa-nthropy

gearsmoke

Stephen Fry is Jewish by heredity, proudly so. Many Jews are atheist while still being Jewish. Judaism does not demand belief, there is an understanding that belief is not voluntary, not a choice, and that what one does in life, the way one treats others, is what’s important.

milk-karton-kids

Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see

This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night 🎃

This is Halloween

Everybody make a scene

Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright

It’s our town

Everybody scream

In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed 🛌

Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs

Fingers like snakes 🐍 and spiders 🕷 in my hair

This is Halloween

Halloween

In this town

We call home

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town

Don’t we love it now?

Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise

’Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can 🗑

Something’s waiting, no, to pounce,

And

How

You’ll

Scream!

This is Halloween

Red ‘n’ black, and slimy green

Aren’t you scared?

Well, that’s just fine

Say it once, say it twice

Take a chance and roll the dice 🎲🎲

Ride with the moon in the dead of night 🌕

Everybody scream

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face 🤡

Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the “who” when you call, “Who’s there?”

I am the wind blowing through your hair 🌬

I am the shadow on the moon at night 🌑

Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween

Halloween

Tender lumplings everywhere

Life’s no fun without a good scare

That’s our job, but we’re not mean

In our town of Halloween

In this town

Don’t we love it now?

Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back 💀

And scream like a banshee

Make you

Jump

Out

Your

Skin! ☠️

This is Halloween

Everybody scream

Won’t ya please make way for a very special guy?

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween

Halloween

In this town we call home

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

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“Just one trip. To say thanks. You get one trip, then back home.”

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Creamy Tomato Basil Tortellini Recipe

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swan2swan

I was on the bus thinking about Harry Potter tonight and I remembered the part where the Dementors all show up at the Quidditch game, and I remembered how they were all looking up at Harry, and I wondered why they would all be staring at him, and then I realized that it’s because he has two souls in him.

pieandhotdogs

On this note, wouldn’t that also be a reason why Harry would have had a more negative reaction than his friends (even Ginny)? He was hearing his mother’s voice as she was protecting him, which in itself was his worst memory. but the Dementors were also forcing the piece of Voldemort to relive its worst memory as well… The memory of being ripped apart by the curse that backfired. No wonder Harry passed out so often.

sasskarian-archive

I literally never thought about that.

marauders4evr

HOLY

arctic-hands

Oh FUCKING HELL, you just made me realize that it wasn’t Harry’s memory that was his father telling Lily to take Harry and run, and it wasn’t Harry’s memory of Lily screaming.

Here I was, just eating a cup of applesauce under the 14-year-long assumption that the reason a small infant was able to remember something was because this was a fictional world of magic, but no, now this entirely reasonable and somewhat less terrifying bubble has burst and I’m never going to recapture that innocence.

I’m going to fucking bed.

keylimepie

dimondsaremadeunderpressure

antique-moonglade

OUCH

tiny-librarian

A Pennsylvania museum has solved the mystery of a Renaissance portrait in an investigation that spans hundreds of years, layers of paint and the murdered daughter of an Italian duke.

Among the works featured in the Carnegie Museum’s exhibit Faked, Forgotten, Found is a portrait of Isabella de'Medici, the spirited favorite daughter of Cosimo de'Medici, the first Grand Duke of Florence, whose face hadn’t seen the light of day in almost 200 years.

Isabella Medici’s strong nose, steely stare and high forehead plucked of hair, as was the fashion in 1570, was hidden beneath layers of paint applied by a Victorian artist to render the work more saleable to a 19th century buyer.

The result was a pretty, bland face with rosy cheeks and gently smiling lips that Louise Lippincott, curator of fine arts at the museum, thought was a possible fake.

Before deciding to deaccession the work, Lippincott brought the painting, which was purportedly of Eleanor of Toledo, a famed beauty and the mother of Isabella de'Medici, to the Pittsburgh museum’s conservator Ellen Baxter to confirm her suspicions.

Baxter was immediately intrigued. The woman’s clothing was spot-on, with its high lace collar and richly patterned bodice, but her face was all wrong, ‘like a Victorian cookie tin box lid,’ Baxter told Carnegie Magazine.

After finding the stamp of Francis Needham on the back of the work, Baxter did some research and found that Needham worked in National Portrait Gallery in London in the mid-1800s transferring paintings from wood panels to canvas mounts.

Paintings on canvas usually have large cracks, but the ones on the Eleanor of Toledo portrait were much smaller than would be expected.

Baxter devised a theory that the work had been transferred from a wood panel onto canvas and then repainted so that the woman’s face was more pleasing to the Victorian art-buyer, some 300 years after it had been painted.

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drst

Christ men have been Photoshopping women to make us more “pleasing” since for-fucking-ever.

explorerrowan

Also, Isabella de’Medici is nice looking, but also has that look in her eye of all Medicis: “I haven’t yet decided whether I’m going to kick your ass, buy you and everything you own, or have sex with you. Perhaps all three.”

whatthefoucault

It’s interesting the way the repaint has photoshop!Isabella affecting a slightly dreamy, docile gaze into the middle distance; she’s dewy-faced and unthreateningly soft. But in the original, she’s looking you right in the eye. She takes the male gaze and throws it right back at you. That’s a face that says go on, tell me I’d be so pretty if only I had a little repaint, I dare you. I’ll fuck you up.

iunia-kallistrate

They also made her hand smaller and I can’t tell if that’s an urn or scepter in her hand but considering it was painted out I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a symbol of power.

explorerrowan

Oh, it’s a symbol of power alright. She’s a Medici, daughter of Cosimo I de Medici, First Grand Duke of Tuscany. The Medicis were the most powerful political family in Florence for almost forever. In Florence, the lines between politics, crime, warfare, and the Church were very blurry. They even managed, on four separate occasions, to get one of their own family members elected Pope, usually by very underhanded dealing with the cardinals. They had their fingers in every pie in Italy from 13th through 17th century.

In the case of Isabella, in order to secure an alliance with the Orsini family of Rome, she was married to Paolo Giordano I Orsini when she was 16. Contrary to popular belief, people in Renaissance Europe weren’t all that into child brides, this was just about the politics, so she stayed at her father’s household in Florence until she was of appropriate age. And then she just sort of… never left. Her new husband had zero concept of money, and her dad actually kinda hated him even though he was the one who arranged the marriage in the first place. So Isabella and her 50,000 scudi dowry (at a time when the average Italian earned somewhere between 10 and 40 scudi a year) stayed in Florence. Because she never went to Rome to live with her husband, she enjoyed enormous freedom and power back in Florence. After her mother died, she basically stepped into the role of First Lady of Florence, and was considered one of the keenest political minds in Europe. She ruled what she wanted, bought what she wanted, and fucked who she wanted, with no one really able to tell her no.

She was eventually assassinated by her husband while she was on holiday at one of her family’s country villas, probably because she was fucking her husband’s cousin, Troilo Orsini. Well, she had an “accident” while bathing, and Paolo Orsini said she must have drowned, but the coroner said she was strangled, and several servants swore they saw him do it. He might also have done it on the orders of Isabella’s brother, Francesco Medici, since he was trying to consolidate his power as the next Grand Duke, and by all accounts she was definitely in his way because of her political savvy.

So yeah. She was a boss, and that’s what makes it even more offensive that this Victorian sap tried to make her into this passive, skinny, doe-eyed wimp.

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Garlic Parmesan Skillet Rolls Recipe

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Doctor Who – The Beast Below (2010)

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tv meme: [3/15] episodes→ Vincent and the Doctor (Doctor Who)

We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.