Sebastian Pether (1790-1844, English), The Eruption of Vesuvius, 1825. Oil on wood panel.
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Sebastian Pether (1790-1844, English), The Eruption of Vesuvius, 1825. Oil on wood panel.
in light of that recent post i reblogged, lets do a poll
if universal basic income were implemented tomorrow, i would...
immediately quit my job and never work again, because I don't want to
immediately quit my job and never work again for medical reasons
immediately quit my job and search for a different one
keep my current job, but search for a new one
keep my current job
stay unemployed because i want to
stay unemployed for medical reasons
be able to start working when i can't currently
nuance (elaborate in tags)
please reblog for more answers! and elaborate in tags even if you didnt pick nuance
i do think lobbying for data centres over climate goals should be considered a crime against humanity btw
i watched that clip from the animated discworld wyrd sisters show that’s going round and it made me think to draw my designs for them that have lived in my head since i was 8!!
Put fandom for the first fic you posted online and the year your posted it in the tags.
Another reminder that the Mithraeum probably looks even weirder than you think, this time courtesy of the relics of St Munditia in Munich.
All those "shining bones" and "gilded and bejewelled skeletons...dressed in gold and green robes...with amethysts and topazes and emeralds for eyes".
I just realized that Anthy wanted these words to be her last ones and these are the same Utena is saying when we see her for the last time. Don't talk to me, im in my being emotional about Utenanthy once again hours
Wake is an interesting subversion of the Dead Pregnant Wife/Mother because she initially appears to be a classic tragically dead mother. Dead soon after birth, last act trying to protect her child, names her child with her dying (or in this case posthumous) breath. Then we find out the actual truth about the nature of her pregnancy, childbirth, and death. For her conceiving was akin to strapping on a suicide bomb vest. It was a last ditch attempt to carry out a mission she had dedicated her life to. Her pregnancy reveals so much about her character and mindset. It fleshes her out rather than flattening her into a caricature of a mother like pregnancy so often does to characters. It helps that we actually get to hear her talk about her pregnancy and birth in her own words, something you don't usually get from a Dead Mother. It's also interesting to have a character who both chose to get pregnant and yet found the process horrifying as well as a woman who unequivocally does not care about her child, in fact barely views it as human, and is not vilified by the narrative for it. Untimely Wake is still a character who's arc centers around her pregnancy, traumatic birth, and subsequent death. But all of those things serve a role in the narrative basically counter to how they usually would. Wake was not a mother in anything but the most technical sense, she did not love her child, she died trying to kill the baby she'd just given birth to, and that baby is special only because Wake chose to conceive her to use as a weapon.
pulling a Paul (starting a holy war) or pulling a Paul (merging souls with your bff)?
Came across this art installation, Liza Lou's Kitchen, at the Whitney Museum of American Art, NYC. It's a kitchen made of tiny glass beads, that artist Liza Lou did, taking 5 yrs. to complete, from 1991 - 1996.
My favorite part is the sink.
Two Women Teaching a Child to walk by Rembrandt.
Circa 1640, sketch
British Museum, London
There’s a drawing by Rembrandt, I think it’s the greatest drawing ever done. It’s in the British Museum and it’s of a family teaching a child to walk, so it’s a universal thing, everybody has experienced this or seen it happen. Everybody. I used to print out Rembrandt drawings big and give them to people and say: “If you find a better drawing send it to me. But if you find a better one it will be by Goya or Michelangelo perhaps.” But I don’t think there is one actually. It’s a magnificent drawing, magnificent.
(David Hockney)
The head donut is the baby proofing. We put rubber over sharp corners, they put a donut on the baby’s head.
The one below is from the Met and is from the early 19th century. As you can see in the drawing, the design didn’t change much from Rembrandt’s time. According to the Met, they were called bumpers or pudding caps.
Behold my Bee Dress, as photographed on my trip to Italy. It was a happy coincidence that my dress this year thematically aligned with my vacation plans!!!
Much to think about...
Where did your first name come from?
I was named after one of my parents
I was named after a dead relative or family friend
I was named after a living relative or family friend
I was named after a religious figure
I was named after a historical figure
I was named after a fictional character
I was named after a place
My parents just chose a name they liked
Other
Having been named after a character in The Great Gatsby by my English-major dad, I thought I would ask about this.
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A bundle of my favourite author feels like a personal gift. Check this one!
fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.