Due to popular demand (2 nice people), have some more acient academia:
Another round on the house!
Due to popular demand (2 nice people), have some more acient academia:
Another round on the house!
Jack Lemmon as Jerry as Daphne in Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder
“We wouldn’t be caught dead with men. Rough, hairy beasts! Eight hands. And they…they all just want one thing from a girl.”
Energy, potential; the unification of the physical and spiritual world.
This Naeth person was a lot to take in: gaudy as a hummingbird, dressed in bright clashing colours and decked in pretty little trinkets, with half-moon glasses perched on his lightly arched nose, he looked like a character from an epic, an evanescent creature that might abduct children for a day or two, or a benevolently mischievous entity popping about a story to cause havoc and solve problems in equal measure. He smiled and quite naturally it seemed as if all was right in the word.
The Fool | the Magician | the High Priestess | the Empress | the Emperor | the Lovers | Fortitude | the Hermit
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Please let him be our President
Secrets, mystery, silence, superficial knowledge; conceit.
“It’s – it’s you?” Yareina swallowed hard. In her eyes, suddenly and cruelly, her little sister was drenched in blood (the Hidden Hand had been active for fifteen years, fifteen years of murders) and much, much older than she should be. Ruined. “Oh, Sasher, how could you? Of all the things you could have been, why an assassin?” she cried, begging almost. “It’s Niallen, isn’t it? She put you up to this, didn’t she?”
The Fool | the Magician | the High Priestess | the Empress | the Emperor | the Lovers | Fortitude | the Hermit
What an evil splendid character <3
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We are but wayward leaves, scattered to the air by an indifferent world
heather franzen
One year ago, I finished my Scaredy Cat story! It got a daily deviation on Deviantart, which completely made my day. I was so happy. It also got several notes when I posted it on Tumblr. Then this person posts the entire thing last spring and as of today it has 304,000 notes. Seriously?? I cannot even comprehend that large of a number. I have never had 300,000 of anything before! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! It makes me happy knowing that so many people enjoy my story :)
video description : a cat is eating raspberries out of a persons hand. the person is saying in russian: “i bring to your attention the fruit cat, who eats raspberries.” then, after a pause: “munching with two full cheeks”. end video description.
Over the Garden Wall (2014)
Pure autumnal atmosphere.
First cat video ever? 1899, colorized & speed corrected.
In the beginning there was Morse, and it was good.
Pilot (2012)
holy fuck
I just did a quick perusal of the Coptic resources on this site, and it has all the resources I’ve personally found worthwhile and then some. These are resources that took me months, if not years, to discover and compile. I am thoroughly impressed. The other languages featured on the site are:
For the love of all the gods, if you ever wanted to learn any of these languages, use this site.
Might be useful for some of you.
i’m doomed to be forever cleaning my glasses
same tho
Earring with inscribed gemstone. Roman, Late Imperial Period, 4th century A.D.
The earring is inset with sardonyx intaglios. It has one square stone inscribed (in Greek) TI KALE (“To the beautiful one”) and one teardrop-shaped pendant inscribed with a wreath.
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.
This idea would go fantastically well with my director’s idea that Hamlet knows the whole time that he’s in a play. He had me (when I played Hamlet) interact with the audience, exchange looks with people in the front row, deliver my soliloquies to people in the first few rows casually like I was just talking to them, and I even had the idea to not freeze and just walk about the stage when other characters had their little ‘asides,’ which he allowed me to keep in.
Basically, if Hamlet continuously acknowledges the audience unnoticed by all the other characters (almost Fleabag-style) and then suddenly he’s gone, and obviously he knew he’d have to be gone at the end, and then poor Horatio is left all alone to finally realize there was someone else there the entire time, now that would make it all the more devastating.
There’s no difference between the Danish courtiers, who showed up because they wanted to see the Mad Prince get his butt kicked in a staged sword-fight, and us the audience (who… also showed up to watch Hamlet loose a sword fight.)
I want to see a production where Horatio just stares at us, and screams “Now cracks a noble heart!” with the subtext “You fucking fuckers. He was better than all of you, you watched him die, and you just stood there.
Then, he just silently cries over the body. For like FIVE MINUTES. And the courtiers peel away into the wings, one by one, until Horatio is alone on stage with a lot of dead bodies. It starts getting uncomfortable. You’re thinking… is the play over? Am I supposed to go? (hamlet is just about the *only* play where the final scene is cut about 50% time, so use that uncertainty, use that ambiguity.) Maybe some people do get up to go. There’s definitely muttering. And then there’s smashing sounds coming from the direction of the box office, and Horatio looks up, with an expression like something’s gone wrong.
But then he says, “Why do the drums come hither?” Fortinbras enters though the audience, and the play continues.
(I *also* think it would be really cool to cut for intermission right after Claudius freaks out and breaks up the play-within-a-play. Just imagine it: king yells “Lights! Lights! Lights!” And the houselights come up.)
All good. And also–
As Hamlet is dying in Horatio’s arms, he puts his hand on Horatio’s face and turns it toward us. And that’s when Horatio sees the theater.
“And what are all these battles? Did Vergil just include them because he’s writing an epic? No, he’s too good a poet for that. He had to have some reason. And the battles are horrifying. Homer’s battles are kind of fun: everybody chops everybody’s head off, and whoopee! Homer seems to enjoy it, and Vergil does not.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin on the Aeneid (x)