Child’s cape. Twilled peacock blue woollen cloth, embroidered in cream silk thread, with a cream tassel on the hood; Anglo-Indian, 1860-70

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Child’s cape. Twilled peacock blue woollen cloth, embroidered in cream silk thread, with a cream tassel on the hood; Anglo-Indian, 1860-70
Capelet, 1890-1900
Two-tiered capelet of midnight blue/black velvet and off-white lace. Capelet extends to about small of back, and has high, standing collar trimmed in dense ruff of tightly gathered of black chiffon.
The text reads,
“YOU WERE FRANTIC AND FOOLISH, YOU KEPT NO TRACK OF TIME, YOU RAN YOUR DELICATE BODY INTO ITS NATURAL END, YOU BURNED ALL YOUR CANDLES TO STUMPS, YOU ARE TIRED AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAY DOWN, YOU HAVE EARNED THIS REPERCUSSION, THIS REWARD, THIS RECKONING, YOU FINALLY NEED TO KNOW
HOW TO DECAY GRACEFULLY
LIE STILL (x13) ”
“Are you in there?”
“Is it like sleeping? Quieter?”
@heavensghost // Erin Moran, "940 Main Street" // Jason Schneiderman, "Little Red Riding Wolf" // @mah_hirano on tw // Adrienne Rich, "Planetarium" // Richard Siken, Editor's Pages: Black Telephone // Molly McCully Brown, Places I've Taken my Body: Essays // @loputyn // Mason O'Hern, "You Are Not Just Anything" // Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil
WHY ARE YOU HAUNTED? // ON HAUNTED HOUSES
Frederick Kiesler Inside the Endless House // The Haunting of Hill House (2018) cr. Mike Flanagan // Lisa Robertson Magenta Soul Whip // Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? // V.C. Andrews // Heather Havrileskyb Haunted Womanhood // Shirley Jackson The Haunting of Hill House // The Haunting of Hill House cr. Mike Flanagan // Tracy K. Smith Ash // Anatomy (2016) cr. Kitty Horrorshow
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my own addition, a midwest classic
Official ominous sign(s)
LMAO the last one! The strongman’s immediately like “No. No, absolutely not. Nope.” and the bodybuilder looks around like “Are you kidding me? I’ll die. You know that, right? I’ll die?”
The Rogue, the Paladin, the Barbarian have a day to themselves and enjoy some friendly competition.
This is such a fun video to watch. Not only do you see 3 versions of masculine fitness and strength but with each movement you can almost see where their weight is distributed and where they place their control. Which makes it fun to think about body builds and fantasy characters.
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Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.
Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.
Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.
Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.
Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.
Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.
Being overly precise and delicate with every movement. Not used to not having a 76 ton body that could crush and break everything if you aren't careful.
Wondering why the floor doesn't creak when you step on it like usual before remembering you are outside your real body.
Feeling exposed like your entire body is an open wound without cm of steel wrapping around you and protecting you. Flinching at a gust of wind because it had forgotten how it feels.
Missing a simple catch because you kept waiting for your neural interface to feed you ballistic information.
always trying to pull information from your proximity sensors so you can tell if you are about to crush some poor engineer thats standing too close but then you have to remember they are taller than you now.
nightmare
It is dark but you are safe, the moon protects her lovers. She is fully radiant and smiles upon you. The path is lit by will-o-wisps, blinking on and off, illuminating the way. The hour is lost and you are in no hurry. You smell woodsmoke, potions brewing, the perfume of spells.
more rings anatomical edition
#this is like the computer equivalent of one of those tortured saint portraits#our lady of the flayed motherboard
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