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I saw les mis again 🥲
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1920s Tabard of what looks like silk with gold beading. No information was given here. From The Deco Haus.
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1918 c. Silk and tulle evening dress.
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Bishop Myriel walks his garden
Or: “‘The beautiful is as useful as the useful’, he added after a pause ‘Moreso, perhaps.’”
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cleo has one white whisker and we cant stop talking about how we're going to steal her one white whisker and the phrase one white whisker throws me into hysterics every time. one white whisker....its so poetic
so proud of her one white whisker
the one white whisker has fallen out but it has been rescued and preserved. plus she is growing a new one white whisker now
black tortoiseshell
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Anonymous asked:
I was reading a piece of fan fiction about a girl so beautiful, all the heroes wanted to make her their wife, yet so powerful, no villain dared fighting her. Instead they sought legal action against her.
Had to lay it down, I can't stand these marry/sue characters.
I'm looking at you with very narrowed orbs right now
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The Good Place (2016-2020) Derek (S02E07)
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Do you think I meant to write "stoopid" google docs. Do you think I meant to describe a character as "stoopid." Do you think that is what I meant to do
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LES MIS LETTERS IN ADAPTATION - Entrance on the Scene of a Doll, LM 2.3.4 (Les Miserables 1925)
The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the Thénardiers’ door, was a toy-shop all glittering with tinsel, glass, and magnificent objects of tin. In the first row, and far forwards, the merchant had placed on a background of white napkins, an immense doll, nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold wheat-ears on her head, which had real hair and enamel eyes. All that day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil sufficiently rich or sufficiently extravagant to give it to her child. Éponine and Azelma had passed hours in contemplating it, and Cosette herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true.
At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that wonderful doll, towards the lady, as she called it. The poor child paused in amazement. She had not yet beheld that doll close to. The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly engulfed in gloomy and chilly misery. With the sad and innocent sagacity of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from that doll. She said to herself that one must be a queen, or at least a princess, to have a “thing” like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink dress, that beautiful smooth hair, and she thought, “How happy that doll must be!” She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall. The more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed to her to be fairies and genii. The merchant, who was pacing back and forth in front of his shop, produced on her somewhat the effect of being the Eternal Father.
In this adoration she forgot everything, even the errand with which she was charged.
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A while ago me and a bunch of others participated in The Blue Castle Book Club!! Which was enormously fun and this quickly became my favorite of LMM. A little later on, we all agreed to have a fanwork reveal all celebrating this wonderful book.
I've made a few covers and some fan art for the event, but I wasn't happy with my cover. I didn't think it represented Valancy and her journey the way I wished it was. Although, not to sound arrogant, but mine was much better than 90% of the published cover art. It's ridiculous how bad the cover art is for this wonderful novel!
So here is my best representation of the cover!
I'm really pleased with how it turned out and I think to me, this is how I see Valancy and her story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it.
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Leon and Jill were being SO cute last night. They were sharing the bed right up close together, Jill even groomed Leon's back a little while he napped!
And even when they got up and changed positions, they stayed close together!
But then...
Leon decided to use Jill as a footstool and, well, you can see how impressed she was with that
And suddenly their beautiful truce was over, and Miss Jill made a hasty exit
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Doublet and breeches of Elector Christian II. of Saxony, 1607/1609 Blue silk suit of Elector Christian, worn in the years before his death in 1611. The breeches are lightly padded to provide stability and help them to keep their shape. The pockets at the front are fake, the actual pockets are worked into the side seams. The accessoires that once rounded off this suit (gloves, cloak, sash, stockings etc.) didn´t survive - most likely, they were reused after the Elector´s death. Currently exhibited at the SKD in Dresden, Germany
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[ID: A young lion cub sits with their mother's tail tip held in their mouth like a toy.]
