!!!IMPORTANT FOR BLACK US VOTERS!!!
I saw this on Facebook and went to check my registration status, sure it was fine because I voted recently, but I put in the info and it said I’m not registered
PLEASE, especially if you’re a Black voter, check your registration status at vote.org
Update: check your status with your state, NOT with vote.org. There’s a chance that vote.org is collecting your info
Month: July 2018
Hayley Kiyoko and Brendon Urie with their flags while singing Girls/Girls/Boys is so iconic!
The raw gay energy in this photo is enough to power an entire country
I’m screaming why does Mamma Mia fit every fight scene so perfectly ajkaslajjddhhajadkjfh
“But it’ll confuse the children!”
So does math, but you still educate them on the matter so they’re knowledgeable about it for the future.
– nvm you’re a bunch of animals.
drst:
A Pennsylvania museum has solved the mystery of a Renaissance portrait in an investigation that spans hundreds of years, layers of paint and the murdered daughter of an Italian duke.
Among the works featured in the Carnegie Museum’s exhibit Faked, Forgotten, Found is a portrait of Isabella de’Medici, the spirited favorite daughter of Cosimo de’Medici, the first Grand Duke of Florence, whose face hadn’t seen the light of day in almost 200 years.
Isabella Medici’s strong nose, steely stare and high forehead plucked of hair, as was the fashion in 1570, was hidden beneath layers of paint applied by a Victorian artist to render the work more saleable to a 19th century buyer.
The result was a pretty, bland face with rosy cheeks and gently smiling lips that Louise Lippincott, curator of fine arts at the museum, thought was a possible fake.
Before deciding to deaccession the work, Lippincott brought the painting, which was purportedly of Eleanor of Toledo, a famed beauty and the mother of Isabella de’Medici, to the Pittsburgh museum’s conservator Ellen Baxter to confirm her suspicions.
Baxter was immediately intrigued. The woman’s clothing was spot-on, with its high lace collar and richly patterned bodice, but her face was all wrong, ‘like a Victorian cookie tin box lid,’ Baxter told Carnegie Magazine.
After finding the stamp of Francis Needham on the back of the work, Baxter did some research and found that Needham worked in National Portrait Gallery in London in the mid-1800s transferring paintings from wood panels to canvas mounts.
Paintings on canvas usually have large cracks, but the ones on the Eleanor of Toledo portrait were much smaller than would be expected.
Baxter devised a theory that the work had been transferred from a wood panel onto canvas and then repainted so that the woman’s face was more pleasing to the Victorian art-buyer, some 300 years after it had been painted.
Christ men have been Photoshopping women to make us more “pleasing” since for-fucking-ever.
Also, Isabella de’Medici is nice looking, but also has that look in her eye of all Medicis: “I haven’t yet decided whether I’m going to kick your ass, buy you and everything you own, or have sex with you. Perhaps all three.”
It’s interesting the way the repaint has photoshop!Isabella affecting a slightly dreamy, docile gaze into the middle distance; she’s dewy-faced and unthreateningly soft. But in the original, she’s looking you right in the eye. She takes the male gaze and throws it right back at you. That’s a face that says go on, tell me I’d be so pretty if only I had a little repaint, I dare you. I’ll fuck you up.
They also made her hand smaller and I can’t tell if that’s an urn or scepter in her hand but considering it was painted out I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a symbol of power.
Oh, it’s a symbol of power alright. She’s a Medici, daughter of Cosimo I de Medici, First Grand Duke of Tuscany. The Medicis were the most powerful political family in Florence for almost forever. In Florence, the lines between politics, crime, warfare, and the Church were very blurry. They even managed, on four separate occasions, to get one of their own family members elected Pope, usually by very underhanded dealing with the cardinals. They had their fingers in every pie in Italy from 13th through 17th century.
In the case of Isabella, in order to secure an alliance with the Orsini family of Rome, she was married to Paolo Giordano I Orsini when she was 16. Contrary to popular belief, people in Renaissance Europe weren’t all that into child brides, this was just about the politics, so she stayed at her father’s household in Florence until she was of appropriate age. And then she just sort of… never left. Her new husband had zero concept of money, and her dad actually kinda hated him even though he was the one who arranged the marriage in the first place. So Isabella and her 50,000 scudi dowry (at a time when the average Italian earned somewhere between 10 and 40 scudi a year) stayed in Florence. Because she never went to Rome to live with her husband, she enjoyed enormous freedom and power back in Florence. After her mother died, she basically stepped into the role of First Lady of Florence, and was considered one of the keenest political minds in Europe. She ruled what she wanted, bought what she wanted, and fucked who she wanted, with no one really able to tell her no.
She was eventually assassinated by her husband while she was on holiday at one of her family’s country villas, probably because she was fucking her husband’s cousin, Troilo Orsini. Well, she had an “accident” while bathing, and Paolo Orsini said she must have drowned, but the coroner said she was strangled, and several servants swore they saw him do it. He might also have done it on the orders of Isabella’s brother, Francesco Medici, since he was trying to consolidate his power as the next Grand Duke, and by all accounts she was definitely in his way because of her political savvy.
So yeah. She was a boss, and that’s what makes it even more offensive that this Victorian sap tried to make her into this passive, skinny, doe-eyed wimp.
Come Sail Away – Chapter 15 – MusicPrincess655 – ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond [Archive of Our Own]
“I can’t hang out this weekend,” Jun told Yuuki.
“Tired of me already?” Yuuki asked, but Jun could hear the
unspoken is something wrong?
“Full moon,” Jun said in explanation. He expected Yuuki to
just give him that look of acceptance, but instead, Yuuki looked interested. “What?”
“Can I see?” Yuuki asked.
“Can you what?”
“Can I see you on the full moon?” Yuuki asked again. “You
said you’re all there, right? So you’re not dangerous.”
“Being in control isn’t the same thing as not being
dangerous,” Jun said. “I told you about always breaking shit, right?”
“Have you considered enrichment toys?” Yuuki asked.
“Have I considered what?”
“Am I speaking clearly enough?” Yuuki looked concerned for a
moment, but went on. “Enrichment toys. Stuff to keep you busy during the full
moon. It sounds less like you’re dangerous and more like you’re bored. You said
you always feel like you want to run but you have to stay inside, right?”
Jun nodded.
“Then you’re probably just bored,” Yuuki said. “You have the
same intelligent mind, but you’re in a restless animal body. If you don’t
occupy yourself, you’ll break something just for something to do.”
“I…huh.” Jun had never considered his problem was simple
boredom before. As far as he knew, nobody in his family had either. His sisters
were just as destructive as he was, but he knew his mother had calmed down with
age. He’d always assumed he’d get there eventually, but maybe his mother had
just gotten better at managing boredom with age.
Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that his
father had always spent full moons with her, for as long as Jun could remember.
Jun could barely remember anything about it, because he’d always been
preoccupied with his own full moon, but he could remember hearing his father
speaking to his mother.
Had she really gotten through easier because his father
distracted her from her boredom?
At the very least, he was pretty sure it would be perfectly
safe for Yuuki to spend the night with him. Whether he wanted Yuuki to see him
like that was another matter entirely.
“I guess,” Jun agreed reluctantly. “I think you’ll be pretty
bored, though.”
Or pretty freaked out, but Yuuki hadn’t gone running yet, so
Jun might actually be in the clear.
“I don’t think so,” Yuuki said. “Do you think you’ll play
fetch?”
It took Jun a full beat and a half before he realized Yuuki
was kidding.
“Try it and see what happens,” Jun threatened. The side of
Yuuki’s mouth quirked up.
“I won’t tease you too much,” he promised. “I am interested
to see what you look like as a wolf, though.”
Personally, Jun didn’t think he’d look like anything
special. He knew he was a plain brown as a wolf. He’d just look like a big,
shaggy dog.
“You should come over before the sun goes down on Friday,”
Jun told him. “Things get weird after it gets dark.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yuuki said.
Jun wasted the rest of his week fretting about spending the
full moon with Yuuki, trying to make sure his apartment was presentable – an exercise
in futility, especially since Yuuki had been over before and knew what his life
was – trying to make sure he would look presentable – another exercise in
futility, if past experience was to be believed.
And before he knew it, it was Friday, and he was going to
have to deal with whatever came. He stopped to try and flick his hair into
place when he heard the doorbell, and immediately grumbled at himself. It wasn’t
like it would make a difference in the long run.
Yuuki held up a cooler when Jun opened the door.
“Can I put this in your freezer?” he asked.
“What’s in there?” Jun asked, taking the cooler and walking
it to the kitchen area.
“Frozen Kong.” Jun opened the cooler to see just that. He
shot Yuuki an unamused look. “What?”
“I’m not a dog,” Jun said. It didn’t matter how much he
yelled at the mailman. Fucker deserved it for losing half of Jun’s messages
when he first moved in.
“I know,” Yuuki said. “But it’ll keep you busy. And peanut
butter is good.”
“Where did you even get peanut butter?”
“Amazon exists.”
“Forget I asked.”
Yuuki had set his bag down by Jun’s futon. He’d probably be
the only one sleeping in it. Jun tended to pace all night, meaning he’d be
absolutely wrecked the next day.
“I wasn’t sure what kinds of toys you’d like, so I got a few
kinds,” Yuuki said. “These are for chewing, those are for tug of war, this is
for fetch, but I don’t think there’s room for that.”
“I’d need a lot more space,” Jun agreed. He moved around,
putting valuables in places he couldn’t get to as a wolf. “One time we went on
a camping trip during a full moon. That was the best, my sisters and I ran
forever.”
“We should do that sometime.”
“Make it through this moon and we’ll see.”
The sun had finally dipped below the horizon line, and Jun
could feel the jitters beneath his skin. He wouldn’t transform properly until
the moon was all the way up, but it was starting.
“No laughing at me,” he threatened, stripping his shirt over
his head. He dropped his sweatpants and boxers, mostly unconcerned with his own
nakedness. To his credit, Yuuki only gave him one appreciative once-over before
returning to getting toys out of his bag. He had a book to read, but Jun had no
idea whether he’d be able to read it at all.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Yuuki said. “How long before you
shift?”
“I can shift now, but I want to wait as long as I can,” Jun
said. “The longer I stay as a wolf, the more I cramp up. I can’t run the shift
off, so my muscles just lock up, and the longer they stay that way, the worse I
feel the next day.”
“Sounds rough,” Yuuki said sympathetically, leaning back
against Jun’s pillows.
Jun tried to pay attention to their conversation, but half
of his concentration was on the slowly rising moon. As it rose higher in the
sky, it dragged more of his attention, until he felt the change on him, almost
like a surprise. But he’d been a werewolf his entire life, and the shift was
second nature by now.
His vision was different now, dimmer, but his sense of smell
and hearing had kicked into high gear. He could hear Yuuki’s heart beat from
here.
Yuuki.
Jun shuffled forward, carefully, so carefully. It would be
so easy to hurt him, even by accident.
A loud squeaking sound made him jump out of his skin. He
looked down to see some kind of rubber bone beneath his feet.
Yuuki was saying something to him, but Jun couldn’t tell
around his laughter. Just to spite him, Jun picked up the squeaky toy and shook
it around, causing a cascade of squeaks to fill the apartment. Yuuki only
laughed harder.
Jun dropped the squeaky toy, picking up the tennis ball
instead. It was a little small, but perfectly good to chew on, and this one didn’t
make noises. Honestly, this wasn’t bad. The act of chewing let him work out the
soreness in his jaw, always one of the worse areas because it changed so much.
Maybe Yuuki was right after all.
Yuuki stood up, and Jun followed him to the kitchen, nearly
pressing into his leg. He bumped Yuuki’s hip with his head, trying to get his
attention. For what, he wasn’t sure. He definitely wasn’t expecting Yuuki to
get down on a knee and bury his fingers in Jun’s fur. Or the scratching that followed.
But, gods, that felt so good.
Jun hadn’t felt itchy, but it still felt like a bad itch getting scratched.
Yuuki pulled a hand away, grimacing at all the fur that came with him.
“Gross,” he said. Jun made a kind of coughing sound that was
laughter in this form. Yuuki gave him a look, but held up the item he must have
come here for.
It smelled amazing.
“Go nuts,” Yuuki said, letting Jun grab the frozen Kong out
of his hands. Jun took it back over by the futon, trying to twist his tongue to
get the peanut butter. It was a lot harder when it was frozen. The best he
could do was bite down to push it out a little, and then lick at it until it
melted into his mouth.
Yuuki sat back on the futon, a trash bag in his hand. He
petted Jun again, every so often discarding the loose fur into the bag. Jun
didn’t pay much attention to him, more concerned with getting every bit of
peanut butter out of the Kong.
By the time he’d finished, Yuuki had finished brushing his
loose fur out, and was instead stroking gently at Jun’s ears. It was a soothing
motion, and it lulled Jun. He wasn’t falling asleep, not exactly. He just didn’t
feel nearly as restless as he always had in the past.
Jun went back for his tennis ball, flopping beside Yuuki. He
went back to work chewing at it, working out the last of the kinks in his jaw.
“So chew toys do it for you,” Yuuki said. Jun huffed at him.
Yuuki picked up his book, left hand still absently working its way over Jun’s
head and around his ears. “Want me to read to you?”
Jun huffed again, shifting so his head was half in Yuuki’s
lap, still chewing on his tennis ball. Yuuki started to read, and while Jun only
caught half the words, it was soothing. Slowly but surely, he could feel himself
drooping. Yuuki passed out before Jun did, but as the moon began to set for
good, he finally fell asleep, head dropped in Yuuki’s lap.
Jun woke when the morning sun hit him in the eyes. He
groaned, rolled over, and found himself with a face full of Yuuki’s belly. He
was still in Yuuki’s lap.
“Wassu?” Yuuki mumbled, shifting.
“Nothin’,” Jun whispered back. “You can sleep more.”
“Nah.” Yuuki sat up. “How are you feeling?”
Jun took stock of his body. His arms, legs, and back were
still sore, and he’d rather spend his day in bed than trying to move at all.
But his face didn’t hurt, and that was such a vast improvement over his usual
post-moon state that he was considering requiring Yuuki’s presence at all his
full moons.
Or at least a supply of frozen Kongs.
“I’m okay,” he said. “Less sore than normal.”
“And nothing’s broken,” Yuuki pointed out. Jun whipped his
head up. Yuuki was right. There weren’t even any new scratch marks.
“Wow.”
“You really were just bored out of your mind.”
“Shh,” Jun hushed him. “Sleep for a few more hours. I’ve
gotta recover from that.”
Yuuki pulled him until they were spooning, his chest warm
against Jun’s back. It was fully summer now, and it was almost uncomfortable to
lay like this, but Jun let it happen. He didn’t even worry about his nakedness.
He just let himself drift back to sleep in peace, his
boyfriend’s arms secure around him.
teen dramas are always so unrealistic.. not a single one ever mentions naruto
89mb:
lmao
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS POST FOR A CENTURY.
emperor ling yao breaking in through the fuhrer’s bedroom window in the middle of the night: hey mustang, listen, i- stop screaming- we gotta talk about trade and commerce
I saw this and was all like “haha history joke” only to google the name of that emperor and realize this is a fullmetal alchemist joke.
musicprincess655 