Isabella and the Pot of Basil
William Holman Hunt, 1868 // Arthur Trevethin Nowell, 1904 // John William Waterhouse, 1907 // George Henry Grenville Manton, 1919
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Isabella and the Pot of Basil
William Holman Hunt, 1868 // Arthur Trevethin Nowell, 1904 // John William Waterhouse, 1907 // George Henry Grenville Manton, 1919
#oh pot of basil we're really in it nowĀ [via beradan]
"Tomato girl" "strawberry girl" this girl that girl. Stop trying to be an anything girl, girl. Embrace the ephemeral. Be something and don't give it a name. Secrets cannot be sold back to you.
Iām not a classicist, but I suspect one of the reasons so many of the Greek gods are portrayed so unflatteringly was less because they were seen as villains than because they represented their domains.Ā Of course Zeus sometimes misuses his power, thatās what a king does.Ā Of course Artemisās wrath is wild and painful, thatās what nature can be.Ā Of course Hades snatched away a young girl from her motherās arms, thatās what death does.Ā This is one of the reasons callout posts for some gods comparing them negatively toĀ ānicerā gods are kind of missing the point.
as someone who is partially a classicist, this is a better analysis of Greek mythology as a whole than 99.95% of the takes Iāve seen on here (and a substantial number of the takes Iāve seen in ~academia~)
GET TO KNOW ME ā [9/ā] favourite television shows Ā» derry girls
being a Derry Girl, well, itās a fucking state of mind.
people are like "no one wants to work anymore" when every job application is like upload your resume and cover letter. okay now manually type out your resume and cover letter in our text boxes. okay now answer these 10 riddles. okay now take a rorschach test. okay now upload a photo of your childhood bedroom and explain the relationship between its layout and the adult you are today. okay now show us your youtube watch history. okay now define the color "red." okay now walk into a patch of poison ivy and take a selfie of you holding up a paper saying "i <3 ivy." okay now wave your hands in the air if you just don't care. that one was a trick to cull the applicants who don't care. okay now choose a loved one to sacrifice. great! thank you for submitting your application we will not be calling you
still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.
very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill
THE BEAR 1.03 āBrigadeā
i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
"the amber liquid tasted sweet" bestie i can assure you it did not
those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them
Inclusive language is for everyone!!
Their boyfriend is their partner why is this hard to understand
Also, āpartnerā is just a good word? It implies an equal relationship where both of your work together in pursuit of something, whether that be life goals or just having fun together.
Itās a good word. People should use it more.
also when a woman says "my partner" and it turns out to be a man it's entirely possible she's queer and didn't want to say "my boyfriend/husband" because then people would assume she was straight
Broke: Acknowledging that a character who is an objectively terrible person is also a complex and intentionally well thought out individual with different levels of nuance you can empathize with in some ways while not in others is immediately āwoobifyingā or āpoor little meow meowifyingā them.
Woke: āThis character is a bad personā and āthis character is still a personā are two statements that can, should and do coexist and admitting that they exhibit nuance and depth and are more than just their bad actions doesnāt immediately excuse or condone their bad actions or mean that youāre ignoring or trying to soften the canonical version of the character.
Bespoke: Thatās the whole point, thatās always been the point, to be made to empathize with horrible people so you can understand that they can be anyone, that bad people can be likeable, can be interesting, can be human, are human, and itās scary to think about all the ways theyāre just like you and all the ways theyāre just like everything you hate, forcing the use of critical skills in media analysis, forcing a confrontation of the duality of man.
Whatever Level is Above Bespoke: But sometimes, yeah, sure, maybe they are a poor little meow meow, what are you gonna do, get a lawyer
...Not to get weird and dark on a useful/amuzing writing post, but...
Years and years ago, I read someone's experience of finding out that his mom's boyfriend was a serial killer. How much it sickened him to put together odd bits and pieces of their experiences together, recontextualizing them, suddenly understanding new and horrifying things.
But while that was awful, what really fucked him up later wasn't the clues he'd missed or anything-- it was that, one time, they'd been working together on some kind of home project, and he'd been on a ladder and suddenly gotten off balance-- and his mom's boyfriend had immediately reached out, yanked him back, both of them frightened and swearing and then gasping in the aftershocks of panic, and how grateful he'd been that the boyfriend had been there, how they'd both started laughing as the adrenaline washed through them and out again, hugging fiercely, how grateful he still was that the boyfriend had been there, because he owed his life to this man, this almost-father that had kept him safe and had been afraid for him, and the cognitive dissonance of that, the visceral disgust and the aching love and what it meant to be beholden to a monster for the gift of that moment--
And that's why we need to practice the little lies of fiction, where we can see that characters may not always be rendered in black and white-- it helps us learn how to live in a world that may serve us the worst people we may ever know doing us the greatest kindness of our lives.
mr. farouk:
rating actual medieval names i have found as a medieval studies student but they get progressively more unhinged:
William de Appeltrefeld: 8/10 bc appeltrefeld sounds like a nice place to live. who wouldnt want to live in a field full of apple trees? points deducted cause there are like fifty bajillion williams in england
Luke de Luka, merchant of Luca: 6/10. ur parents really werent creative huh
Hugh de Wlonkeslowe: 7/10. looks like a straight person trying to keyboard smash. *laughs in english place names*
Roger Smert: 10/10 absolute banger of a name. does it make any sense? absolutely not! but you guys. i dont think you understand. smert!!
John de la Bro: 7/10. when ur such a bro that its literally ur name and 800 years in the future its all people know of u
Hugh Sad: 7/10. weve all been there buddy
Gaylarde de la Mote: 10/10. slay. i bet this guys mote was the gayest mote youve ever seen
Hugh de la Penne: 9/10. we stan a pasta man
Richard de Astlegh: 10/10. verily, he shall ne'er give thee up, ne'er let thee down, nor shall he run with great haste and desert thee, he shall ne'er cause thee to weep, ne'er bid you farewell, ne'er shall he speak wicked falshoods in thine ear or cause thee harm
Bindo Hug: 8/10. who is this man a hobbit???
Eudo la Zusche: 6/10. deadass sounds like something youd see in a really bad fantasy novel
William crisp: 7/10. w h a t.
Asser son of Licoriz: 7/10 there is so much going on here i dont even know what to tell you
Baldwin Panik: 10/10 cause this is a heckin mood
Richard Cok, aka Dick Cok: 69/10. nice.
personally if iām out walking and smell laundry or someone elseās cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre
Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.
Me: I like the goods and/or services you offer in exchange for my money
The cafe, in my head: lmao cringe, kill yrself buddy
The endlessly wailing siren of my social anxiety issues is probably not going to be silenced by the people in the comments pointing out that being a regular at a restaurant is a normal thing for people to be, but I do zero-sarcasm appreciate the attempt, is very kind!
I used to walk into [redacted nonpizza store] in my area and the guy behind the counter would immediately ask me if I wanted a pizza. truly I experienced the mortifying ordeal of being known as the pizza guy
compared to that being a regular at a normal cafe ordering normal breakfast items would be a real relief
Literally dread this scenario, to have your identity *reduced down* to a single item order, to be known as such a plebian with such a restricted palette that your order can be charted in advance, oh widdle ash wants his chicken tendies uwu.
I agree having a set breakfast order is more socially acceptable than a set pizza order. But its not enough; its never enough.
Though life update: i did just go to the cafe in the end. I compromised with my anxiety by ordering a sandwich instead of my typical bagel. It was fine but not as good.
on the flipside, we went to the same place for brunch a couple years, one time my buddy orders something new, and while heās eating five different members of the wait staff stopped by to be like ādid they bring you the wrong thing?ā
This thread needs a trigger warning keep the horror stories coming
There was a bakeshop near my house that made soft ginger cookies and and macarons but only 2-3 good flavors. I walked in once and the cashier (who I definitely didnāt recognize) said ālet me guess - ginger cookies and cookies-n-cream macarons, right?ā
Needless to say, I never returned.
I once went to a McDonaldās, the cashier said ābig mac combo meal and a chicken burger, right?ā and I said āyeahā and then didnāt come back for two years
This entire genre of concern so fascinatingly foreign to me! the cafeteria pizza guy knows I want 3 slices of whatever veggie pizza he has, and he will have them ready for me without me having to say anything besides a quick murmured thanks, and he smiles when he sees me and starts to grab them, and it feels so good! to be known, even a little bit, to be a small constant in someone elseās life⦠thereās just something so beautiful and precious and good in that, for me.
When I lived in [the city where I lived for undergrad] there was this place very close to my house with cheap and delicious lamb curry and the people at the counter knew my face and would start scooping the lamb curry into a bowl when they saw me come through the door. I thought this was lovely of them and always made sure to tip generously. Restaurant and regular is a mutually beneficial relationship.
Yeah thereās a bakery/cafe a few doors down from me and reaching the point where they a) remember my face/name and b) know my regular order meant that I can no longer get breakfast anywhere else ever.
Had the guy at the taco truck I routinely went to for lunch who asked me after a few years if I only ate burritos or something, no man Iām just donāt see the need to mix up my lunches.
As someone whoās been both front and back of house in various large and small food services: regulars account for roughly 40% of sales and thier consistency makes it easier to order supplies and keep stock levels stable.
As front of house my regulars were always a welcome sight, an easy serve and clear, a guaranteed a happy customer and pleasant interaction. Especially in diners or lunch spots where reliable turnover = tips and most people never come in more than once, having a familiar face whoās rhythms and tastes you recall makes the rest of your service work easier.
If you have any anxiety about being a regular somewhere just be sure to tip well, and you will magically transform from āpizza guyā or ālamb curry dudeā to Beloved Favorite Regular and the servers will squabble to get you seated in thier section.
When I worked for Dominoās Pizza, there was a guy who ordered a pizza, without fail, on Thursday at 6pm. Until the day he didnāt.
One of our drivers was delivering nearby and decided to check on the guy. Turns out the guy got home, got most of the way through the door, and lost consciousness. (If memory serves, it was a diabetic episode.) Driver couldnāt revive him and called 911. Saved the guyās life.
when i worked in a remote office when i started my job, i went to dennyās for lunch enough that iād just walk in and a server would go ātake a seat over there, Iāll be over with your iced tea to take your order in a momentā
Food service workers love their regulars, especially if youāre a good tipper and are polite, we literally look forward to seeing you every day. Also service workers donāt care if you order the same thing, and us remembering your order means we like you.
^^^^
Also no we arenāt āboiling your personality down to an item/orderā, you are. We are offering you preference recall and welcoming you and your *presence* does in fact correspond to our need to give you a certain order. Itās okay for that to happen.
For all my fellow social anxiety sufferers out there. Because my local coffee shop knows I always get iced coffee or a mocha and a biscotti and it stresses me the fuck out because Iām like āWhat if they think my order is dumb?? What if theyāre like there she goes again stuffing her face with biscottis all the timeā but nothing matters and a biscotti with your coffee in the morning really makes all the difference in what kinda day youāre gonna have.
I have pretty severe social anxiety, but there was a Chinese restaurant in [town I lived in for a few years] that made some of the very best egg drop soup, vegetable lo mein, and spring rolls. I ordered that every time I went there. They would seat me by a window in a quiet spot because they saw me put earplugs on when things got noisy.
Then I moved to a different but nearby town. Iām unable to drive (due to medical reasons) and public transportation didnāt go near the town. It was a year later, when I had a study group, that I was able to go there again. We had been taking turns for what restaurant we would eat and study at. Weād be there for hours, ordering several meals, and tip heavy, around 50%. Anyone one of us who couldnāt afford to eat or tip would be covered by the rest because several of my classmates were from wealthy families. They covered me more than once in exchange for drawings.
When it was my turn, we went to the Chinese restaurant. I walked in and they immediately knew who I was and what I favored. It was pretty dead in there, so we mostly had the place to ourselves. It ended up being a six course meal and five hours of studying and discussing the project. They brought me my favs as soon as they saw my plate or bowl was empty. The bill ended up at a little over $1k.
A couple months later, a friend took me there where we had a nice lunch after I finished my last exam. The owner approached our table and told me each of the students I had brought last time were now regulars. Some brought more people, and business was booming. They gave me a little card that said I would receive free meals for the next two years, as thanks for being a regular bringing in so many new people.
Before I moved across the country, I wanted to visit the place for a final meal before leaving. The place was closed with a sign that said āmoved to new location.ā The new location was near the university. So we went there, and the owner informed me that because so many of their new regulars were uni students, they moved. The place was easily 3x the size of their original. They told me it was always packed during meal times, and they now opened for breakfast with tradition Chinese breakfast foods. Business was booming, and all because of their regulars.
Being a regular is one of the very best compliments you can offer a restaurant, diner, meal trucks, etc. They love seeing you, especially if you tip well. I will likely never eat there again due to living more than 2500 miles away, but it feels good that my love for egg drop soup, vegetable lo mein, and spring rolls helped out a wonderful restaurant.
Be a regular. They love you.
we are creatures of pattern and routine and community and affection. life is good when it is a calm, peaceful, pleasant routine with happy, friendly faces
a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO
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The closest furries ever came to mainstream acceptance was when audiences watched Beauty & the Beast (1991) and collectively went "hmm. bad. turn him back." when the human prince appeared