#language of hands

[akagechanart]

Concert GIFs of Sleep Token pt.4

✨ Close up on Vessel’s hands ✨

These GIFs were created from concert videos I captured on 30.7. 2023 in Prague (Czech Republic)

My Instagram for concert photos/videos: akagechanart.foto

[thedoctorandrosefanfics]

"He has absolutely no idea how they managed to be invited. No idea. Not that he plans on letting Rose know that. She thinks that he had deliberately chosen their destination, taken some care in landing them away from prying eyes, walked them easily towards the town, worked a bit of magic with his babbling and slightly physic paper, and got them invited to the Region’s daughter’s wedding. In reality, he had every intention of taking them to see some ice sculptors that he was fond on of Keldar V but the TARDIS had seen fit to drop them there, in the middle of some farmer’s field. He had picked a direction at random and ended up in the city’s main market where Rose had insisted on looking through one of the shops. He had waited outside. And that’s when it happened. When he had somehow gotten involved in a hostile argument, got punched in the face, babbled his way out of being arrested, convinced some random streetlings that he was someone important, and discovered that the man who had punched him was the Region’s advisor. That was how he met Devyn, the Region’s son, who had invited him to his sister’s wedding as a version of an apology. The Doctor is pretty certain that he wants to keep Rose in the dark about the specifics. It makes him sound a bit better. And that is what brought him to be standing in the archway separating the entrance to the luxurious dance hall. It isn’t the architecture- the arched windows lined with gold, the intricately laid marble flooring, the centuries of history painted on the expansive ceiling- that catches his eye. It isn’t the remarkably Grecian dresses or the elegantly tailored suits or the sundry of exotic foods arranged throughout the hall. It’s Rose. Because he’s found that, ever since the war, the exploration and the discoveries and the excitement isn’t half as much of a rush as the look of awe on her face when he’s shown her something new and formerly unknown."

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[aetiologist]

With our hands we ask, promise, call persons to us and send them away, threaten, supplicate, intimate dislike or fear; with our hands we signify joy, grief, doubt, acknowledgment, penitence, and indicate measure, quantity, number, and time. Have not our hands the power of inciting, of restraining, of beseeching, of testifying approbation, admiration, and shame? Do they not, in pointing out places and persons, discharge the duty of adverbs and pronouns? So that, amidst the great diversity of tongues pervading all nations and people, the language of the hands appears to be a language common to all men.

Quintilian, Institutes of Oratory.