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Hi, I'm Rayless. This is where I reblog. You can find some of my artwork here, but if you'd like the full barrage, please visit my daily art blog

[the-poetic-mathematician]

I'm a simple creature. A woman hacks down a rosebush that's never bloomed in a fit of anger, then leaves her life behind to live the way she wants to even though her whole extended family disapproves, and then the rosebush blooms gloriously and she finds happiness outside of the narrowly defined channels her family wanted her to follow and I will read it once a year for the rest of my life

yeah babey gimme that super obvious symbolism

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This marvelous gown was first seen on Greer Garson in the 1941 film 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕, where she played the character Clare Woodruf.   The costume was reused again several years later in the 1946 film 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, where Angela Lansbury wore it as Dusty Millard.   Who designed this awesome costume? Find out at Bit.ly/PostEd197    

[pwlanier]

Adolf Van Der Venne

(Wien 1828 - 1911 Schweinfurt)

„Three Horses with Shepherds“

1867

oil on canvas

IM Kinsky

[tomoleary]

Gianni Maiotti — Alien rover (1974, published 1980/1981) Source

Little Robot Lost (1980) Source

First contact (1980) Source

[70sscifiart]

Man, I love all of this guy's stuff!

[animentality]

[poppyseed-art]

[robotbackwards]

mwah

[lindahall]

Richard of Wallingford – Scientist of the Day

Richard of Wallingford, an English abbot and astronomer, was born in Wallingford England, around 1292, and died at St. Albans in 1336, at the age of 44 or so.

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[english-history-trip]

Mechanical clocks were new in the 14th century, if we mean clocks that struck the hours. Some think they came out of Italy,... some see England as the birthplace. The latter group points to Richard as evidence, for he designed the most sophisticated mechanical clock to date around 1328-30.  It not only told the time and struck the hours, it tracked the Moon and Sun and the other 5 planets, displayed the phase of the Moon and even eclipsed it at the appropriate times, and, as a bonus, showed the time of afternoon high tide at London Bridge. Richard died before the clock could be built, but it was constructed according to Richard's written directions and placed in the south transept in St. Albans in 1356, where John Leland marveled at it 200 years later, just before Henry VIII dissolved the English monasteries, looted St. Albans, and destroyed the clock.

[snowbairdd]

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE DALMATIANS (1961) dir. Wolfgang Reitherman, Hamilton Luske, Clyde Geronimi

[thecolorblockcurator]

Portrait of Giovannina Pacini, the eldest daughter of the Italian composer Giovanni Pacini, Karl Pawlowitsch Brjullow 

[thecolorblockcurator]

Self portrait, Louise Hollandine

[celestiallunarsky]

Mitsus Kirijo in the Dark Hour. Yes, again.

[thecolorblockcurator]

Juliet Tittoni as Jeanna d’ark, 1852, Karl Bryullov

[robasarel]

[daily-rayless]

I think I posted this earlier in one of my Boxer sketchdumps, but here it is on its own: Red and Boxer giving each other an adoring head-bump.

[standandwatchshitburn]

why so silent good messieurs

[nsfwitchy2]

I’m SEVERELY disappointed this post didn’t include the eye witness statement of the mirror crash incident in question

[gothredy]

[orcarriagesthatwork]

I think about this cake every day

[tizzymcwizzy]

sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious

[microsuedemouse]

OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

I love a botched cake.

[helenarth]

one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said

No One Like You

now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"

for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"