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Tom Holland does Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on Lip Sync Battle
And reader, she is going to marry that man.
always watch Tom Holland doing "Umbrella," always reblog Tom Holland doing "Umbrella."
@mizkit because I know you won't complain about the opportunity to enjoy this again :)
Healthcare issues reflected in yaoi ✊😔
IM FUCKING CRYINNGGGG
so many amazing words in the english language. you have clandestine and precarious and serendipity and iconoclast and then you also have staunch and sludge and slurp and smudge
thoughtbthis meant they were predators to them
a massive cloud of paper airplanes descending upon a 747 and when they disperse all that’s left is a massive airliner skeleton picked perfectly clean of all flesh
Next up for Typesetuary is another Sherlock Holmes book. This time, it's The Sign of the Four by Arthur Conan Doyle, sized for half letter (letter folio).
You can find the full pdf for free in my library! Any errors, feel free to let me know!
I used the same fonts again as the other Sherlock Holmes typesets I did, but I wasn't really sure what to do for the title page so I just slapped on a neat looking ornate frame I found on canva 😅
Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.
From raindovemodel
This made me cry. I wish all situations could be handled as perfectly as this
I just want to point out the core of what the diffuser did in this conversation
They recognized that the mother was also expressing a vulnerable truth about herself - that she felt like a bad mother because her child was expressing gender feelings she wasn’t equipped to help with - and met her where she was, a concerned parent with limited information - to point her where she should be heading, research and resources.
Im going to make more of an effort to stop reflexively pushing people away when they express biases and make more of an effort to hear the underlying fears when i can
“it’s easier to love ourselves when we feel loved as ourselves”
damn that is so powerful though
“it’s easier to
love ourselves when we feel
loved as ourselves”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Peer review
I passed peer review! Thank you. I think these are important skills for everyone to learn. x
Continuing my typesetting streak this month is The Railway Children by E. Nesbit (sized for half letter/letter folio). This book pdf is available for FREE in my library!
I used to be a HUGE fan of...The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner. And when I first saw this book I thought it was the same thing 😅
Anyway, I like typesetting children's stories. They're a lot of fun. For the title page of this one, I almost made the train push out the word 'Children' in the title (kind of like I did for Twenty Thousand Leagues), but then worried that it might look too much like the train was about to run over Children 😆
Next typeset for Typesetuary is A Modest Proposal by Dr. Jonathan Swift! This is a tiny book, sized for letter octavo, and can be found for FREE in my library!
This marks off the 'make one typeset in each size' (folio, quarto, and octavo) square for my Typesetuary bingo!
Also, I realized that the dimensions were off on my other letter octavo book, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, and updated that in the google drive as well!
This is fucking excellent news. Researchers in Australia have managed to achieve near perfect results for a blood test that can detect endometriosis.
Until now endometriosis has only been diagnosable through invasive abdominal surgery.
This is an amazing game changer.
Rarely is a potential medical advancement so reclvolutionary, but this actually would be. If it was to actually come to fruition, we'd be looking at a way to make the dismissal of women's pain much less likely. Women across the world could be given answers in a non-invasive way, research would be that much easier to conduct, measure and apply to real-world applications. It would truly change EVERYTHING.
Surgeries would actually be targeted instead of simply exploring (often with mixed results) and hundreds if not thousands of doctors hours could be freed up too.
(glancing around in mild bemusement)
Seriously, people. Where do you think we even got the word "sponsor" from?
In its original usage it meant a guarantor: someone who promised you that you were going to get something out of what they were doing.
Throwing a ludus / game or a series of games was expensive. Local (or national) Roman politicians put down good money to pay for the rental of the event space (you think the Colosseum was cheap to rent? Think again. The Imperials who built it liked to make their money back...), the wages (and overtime!) of the hundreds of venue support staff, the fees required by the fighting talent and the schools that owned them (or their own management, if they were free), and so forth.
Whoever was footing the bill for a given Game (or sequence of Games) was formally known by the title sponsor, and got to parade around the arena at the beginning of the game to remind people in the stands just who was fulfilling their civic duty by throwing this entertainment for them. The message was, "I'm doing something for you. Next election, don't forget to do something for me!"
And it was always political. Never lose sight of that. (Especially when a local political party promises to build you a nice new stadium if you elect them. The more some things change, the more they stay the same...)
(cc: @petermorwood) 😏
The individual gladiators and charioteers also had sponsorship, in the modern product-placement sense.
Ads were written on blank gable-ends often painted white for the purpose...
...and while the ones in that pic are political slogans, this one is an ad for the wines available at that shop...
...including prices ranging from two to four Asses.
The As was a Roman coin, so you lot at the back can stop giggling.
Other ads were outright endorsements (with appropriate payment, of course) and included stuff like "Felix the Thracian, five-time winner at the Saturnalia Games, says 'Tiburnian Olive Oil Keeps My Sword-Hand Swift!' "
Or "Diocles, Top Driver for the Green Team, uses Scaurus-brand garum at every meal!"
Ridley Scott was told about this during the making of "Gladiator", but ignored it as "unrealistic" - then went on to double the size of the Colosseum "for artistic reasons".
Considering how he's treated historical accuracy in later films, my response to his dismissal of graffiti and ads is this:
I made up Tiburnian olive oil, so it's (probably) fictional, but Scaurus-brand garum was real, and famous enough to appear by name in Pompeii mosaics.
Evidently the name carried weight, just like "Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce".
There are other Worcester sauces, but L & P is THE Worcester sauce - or so they would like you to think - and used to be advertised as "not genuine without this signature".
Whether this was suggesting that all non- L & P Worcester sauces were in some way fake, or because there was a rash of Worcester-style sauces packaged to resemble L & P as closely as possible, I don't know,
However, as regards overly similar packaging (deceptive rather than outright deceitful, relying on accident or inattention more than fakery) take a look at this row of Ancient to Modern L & P...
...compared to another sauce called Henderson's Relish, and note that one label, AFAIK for US sale, refers to it as Worcestershire Sauce.
It's from a different county - Yorkshire not Worcestershire - and is made to a recipe so different it can be marketed as vegan, which real Worcester isn't because of anchovies, so it most emphatically isn't any kind of Worcester sauce at all.
And yet there's that bottle shape, also the label design and colour, so I wonder if, way back when, it was someone's deliberate choice.
The other sauce from Yorkshire is "Yorkshire Relish", made both in the usual thin style and also a thick version like HP Sauce (aka Brown Sauce or Steak Sauce).
Although the label isn't orange, both versions have easy-identification bottle shapes (long-neck cylindrical for thin, short-neck square for thick) characteristic for their contents.
It was apparently like that 2000 years ago, because archaeological finds...
...suggest that the one-handled, high-necked "footed" amphora shown on those mosaics was THE standard shape for garum-jars, thus an instantly recognisable form of product packaging.
Zoom in on each photo, and you'll see writing on the jars. Whether either or both read "Scauri" I can't tell, but if they're from Pompeii I'd make a small wager (maybe even, ahem, bet my As) that Aulus Umbricis Scaurus did indeed put his name - "not genuine without this signature" - on any jars which left his factory.
This one is ours. The shape isn't exact (too short) but pretty familiar...
...but though @dduane and I have racked our brains for what was originally in it (not garum!) we've come up blank. Currently it's full of lemon-infused olive oil, but if we ever buy some modern garum, we'll have somewhere obvious to put it. :->
*****
That short-lived but excellent series "Rome" got it just right. This ad for free wine and cakes is both commercial and political, so covers all bases - and ends with a hint that he gets to read that bloody Guild of Millers bloody slogan Every Bloody Time... :->
is everything made for russian children like this
yes
By the time the smoke had fully curled in on itself and solidified into flesh and bone, the air inside the circle was smouldering hot. It made the entry into the human realm less jarring, the demon found, and he took the time to flex his wings in the warmth before turning his eyes upon the figure in the robe.
“Speak,” he commanded. “And state why you have Summoned me.”
The figure raised her head to meet his eyes. “Is this a good time for you?”
The demon’s mind stumbled. “Excuse me?”
“Well,” the voice continued. “I did just summon you, like, out of nowhere. I checked all the spells to see if there was one to just send a message or something, but it seemed to be summon or nothing. If this is a bad time for you, I can absolutely try again later though.”
On second inspection, it wasn’t a robe his summoner was wearing. It was a long, sturdy apron. What his still adjusting sight had taken for a hood was a shawl tied round her hair. The demon stared at her with unblinking eyes. “It is as good a time as any, witch.”
“Oh good,” the witch smiled. “That’s a relief.”
“Why did you summon me?” the demon demanded again. This kind of small talk was highly irregular. He squinted at the stains on the witch’s hands, most of which he suspected were nothing more sinister than ink and juice. “What reason could you possibly have to call upon the likes of me.”
“Well, their names are Storm and Letitia and they need a babysitter.”
The demon stared at her some more. “They what-”
The witch met him with a smile of sunshine enthusiasm. “I checked your references in the Necronomicon, you are very good with kids!”
“I…” His bewilderment left him scrambling for words. “I tempted the minds of neglected children to cause them to swarm and lay waste to their town!”
“Yeah! It said in the book that they were all under ten years old and that there were at least twenty of them. That must have taken a lot of skill!”
The demon shifted his weight a little. When she put it like that… “It is one of my more infamous accomplishments.”
“Really impressive,” the witch nodded admiringly. “So I was hoping…maybe we can work something out? The kids would love getting to hang out with a demon.”
“Surely your kind has its own caretakers to hire.”
She deflated a little. “Yeah, well. Letitia has just started levitating and Storm is very focussed on animal transformations right now. Which is great! He’s so talented. But half the time he refuses to turn himself back when it’s time for dinner and, well, not everyone wants to deal with feeding a Iberian Lynx.
“Iberian Lynx?” he repeated, raising a ridged eyebrow.
“They’re both very fond of felines,” the witch clarified.
“I see.” The demon looked from the witch to the circle around him (it seemed to have been drawn with blue sidewalk chalk) and then to the room around her. There were several large diagrams on the wall with arcane symbols and occult sigils. Between them were drawings. A lot of them. Mostly of cats. Several of them had wings, or horns. He looked back at the witch again.
“Tell me,” he said, slowly sinking down into a cross-legged position on the floor. “Exactly how old are they?”
I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)
This is exactly what I’m talking about.
I’m sorry but mathematically speaking this question has a single objectively correct answer, which is 1 hole. This can be very simply proven; a straw and a torus are homotopic, and a torus has one hole.
i odnt think thats true one of my friends is a taurus and hes fine with gay people
Requests were young Loki and snake Loki, so I combined them 🐍
ummmmm excuse me Human, i am noticing we are not petting me? i am a little baby of seven (7) years old and i have never been loved in my whole entire life (tragedy.) your eye balls must not have seen when i ran in front of your legs six times in a row. i will now Scream until this mistake is fixed
