My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.
lol.
Richard Crafus, a giant of a man known as King Dick, was a notorious inmate who ruled a block in Dartmoor Prison in the early 19th century. Few in Britain have heard of him, and fewer still know of his extraordinary contribution to British theatre.
It is thanks to this American “gangster-turned-theatre impresario” – and his fellow inmates of Prison Four – that the first all-black productions of Shakespeare were staged in Britain in 1814, according to Simon Mayo, who has made one of those productions central to his novel Mad Blood Stirring.
i redesigned my ocs bavaria saxony and hesse the other day and here’s the final result. they’re a crazy happy family :]
Marianne’s Kisses 😘 💕💋
who thought it was a solid plan to put Anakin in charge of thousands of impressionable 12-year-olds honestly i ask you
Can someone just………………. explain French to me?
“My favorite part of an Assassin’s Creed game isn’t the epic story, or the thrill of running across the rooftops of a huge, bustling city. It’s definitely not all of the neck stabbing. Instead, the moments that really stick with me are the quieter ones, where I have the chance to really appreciate the detail that’s gone into creating these historical settings, whether it’s ancient Rome or industrial era London. Unfortunately, often those moments are disrupted when I accidentally enter a restricted area, or when the story forces me to assassinate someone to proceed.”
“Today sees the release of a new “discovery tour” for Assassin’s Creed Origins, and it feels like it was designed specifically for players like me. A completely separate mode, the educational tour does away with the violence and story that are at the core of Origins, and instead gives players a guided look at the realities of ancient Egypt, where the game takes place. It’s sort of like one of those audio tours in museums — except here you can climb a pyramid or ride a boat down the Nile while you learn.”
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He walks like he owns the world, and he knows it, But he also knows there is a storm inside his heart, he tells himself he could be bad if it came down to it, but he is good, only good. Despite years of emotional trauma at the hands of Slavery and the Council, he is so full of love. Love for Obi Wan, who he knows didn’t always want him. Love for Ashoka, because he regrets every cold action towards her in the beginning, and she is the hotheaded energy he needs when being legendary is too much, and his level headedness when all he can see is red and feel is anger. And then there’s Padme. You’d think it’d be hard to love Padme. Padme grew up like her home planet, luscious and calm and easy, how could she ever understand the things he’s seen, how could she tame the demons in his nightmares when she’s never known his struggles. But it doesn’t happen that way, because Padme replaces the demons in his dreams, she takes ahold of this lost, wild boy and coaxes him to manhood, and it’s not the searing fire and constant struggle to breath Anakin has known all his life, even though it’s a secret, and it’s not always easy, Anakin can breath, and Anakin finds his serenity in Padme, so when Anakin does turn dark, all for the sake of saving her, he never sees it as bad, to his last breath, Anakin Skywalker is good, and kind to the deepest depths of his heart.
everything i never knew i needed expressed in words.
The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.”
“There’s a hippogriff right there, Hagrid.”
“A different hipprogriff.”
“I’m… pretty sure that’s the same hipprogriff.”
“Prove it.”
//So far I’ve only shown these four (nyo FACE) and here are their designs and heights :3 also a size comparison because why not
(1) Yao offers to bring Yong Soo out to spicy seafood hotpot for dinner bc damn that boys running himself thin as host. He goes to find Yao later and of course Kyu is standing there next to him, Hong Kong sitting against a nearby wall; they catch Taiwan and Japan on their way out and all six end up going out together. The lack of politics keeps the atmosphere warm despite the cold. The twins have teamed up in declaring their teams superior to Kikus and Yao pipes in about his being the very best;
(2) cheerful banter ensues all around the small table and eventually it all gives into praises and laughter. Movies and dramas get spoke of between talk of the Olympics and even a few good memories from centuries ago get slipped in. Sang Kyu says the already spicy dish could use more chili powder which gets a rise out of a few of the others and Yong Soo pushes more of the food in his twins direction as subtly as he can manage. Taiwan, Yong Soo and Hong Kong all seem to take a million pictures.
(3) Yong Soo is so tired from work but being here, surrounded by his closest family members in such a blissful scene, eating a talking together as if they did so every night, he feels better than he has in a century. For a moment he even wonders if this is what it feels like to be a regular human. In the morning he finds that Taiwan has tagged him in a series of pictures from the prior night and he loses his breath when he sees it-
(4) -Somehow she’d managed to capture the most perfect picture of him and Sang Kyu, shoulder-to-shoulder, cheeks red from the cold and noses dripping from the hotpot, natural smiles gracing them both in a moment of laughter. He saves the picture to multiple locations, never wanting to lose it, and his eyes begin to water when he thinks of what could have been.
This has been sitting in my inbox for several days because I just knew I had to draw it, and every time I read it I just about cry. ;u; Thank you so much for this wonderful little story, anon!