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Hail Harkness!
I love this man.
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who-lock-loki-lover:
Hail Harkness!
I love this man.
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“Constantly together since they were children, they had grown up very much alike. Lucrezia’s intelligence impressed close observers like Il Prete, but, dazzled by her golden hair and her famous charm, they failed to divine the Borgia toughness beneath the feminine skin. She shared with her brother the nerves of steel and incapacity for real feeling which had enabled her to survive the experiences of the last few years unscathed. Their mutual affection was based on similarity of character and outlook, and strengthened by the sense that the rest of their world regarded them as dangerous outsiders.”
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Cesare Borgia: His Life and Times (Sarah Bradford)
but no my favorite lucrezia anecdote is the one from isabella d'este’s spy before lucrezia marries alfonso d'este isabella sends her man in to take lucrezia’s measure. they have tea. he writes home: ‘i told her everything. she told me nothing. you didn’t fucking tell me she had the borgia brain.’ (hotelsongs)
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“Constantly together since they were children, they had grown up very much alike. Lucrezia’s intelligence impressed close observers like Il Prete, but, dazzled by her golden hair and her famous charm, they failed to divine the Borgia toughness beneath the feminine skin. She shared with her brother the nerves of steel and incapacity for real feeling which had enabled her to survive the experiences of the last few years unscathed. Their mutual affection was based on similarity of character and outlook, and strengthened by the sense that the rest of their world regarded them as dangerous outsiders.”
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Cesare Borgia: His Life and Times (Sarah Bradford)
but no my favorite lucrezia anecdote is the one from isabella d'este’s spy before lucrezia marries alfonso d'este isabella sends her man in to take lucrezia’s measure. they have tea. he writes home: ‘i told her everything. she told me nothing. you didn’t fucking tell me she had the borgia brain.’ (hotelsongs)
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In a world both frightening and unlucky, there are a few comforts. One of them is making new friends. Friends can make you feel the world is smaller and safer than it really is, because you know people who have similar experiences. When you meet people like that, you may find your world feels a little more complete, like the missing piece of a puzzle or two halves of a broken spyglass.
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countolaf:
In a world both frightening and unlucky, there are a few comforts. One of them is making new friends. Friends can make you feel the world is smaller and safer than it really is, because you know people who have similar experiences. When you meet people like that, you may find your world feels a little more complete, like the missing piece of a puzzle or two halves of a broken spyglass.
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fozmeadows:
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
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joanws:
jennytrout:
legit-writing-tips:
fozmeadows:
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
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“I have seen nobody; I have done nothing. The “real” aspect of things interests me less and less.”
- Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey written c. August 1921
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“I have seen nobody; I have done nothing. The “real” aspect of things interests me less and less.”
- Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey written c. August 1921
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borderline-guzma:
i found out something really cool today
there’s a bird called the hoatzin that lives in south america that looks like this:
it looks really cool kinda like a feathered dragon??
but the coolest part about this bird is the juveniles!! the babies in this species have claws on their wings that help them climb until they’re old enough to fly, and by that time the claws disappear!!
you can see the tiny claws in this pic!! it’s so cool because birds are living dinosaurs and these little baby hoatzins look like baby raptors with their claws!!
idk i just had to post about this bc this is a rly cool birb that deserves more attention!!!
Expanding on bizarre aspects of hoatzin:
they are the only truly folivorous bird species, subsisting entirely on leaves
they are one of the few bird species that is monotypic in its order. A truly unique creature.
because of their leaf-eating, they have the longest digestive tract relative to body size of any bird
also because of their leaf-eating, they produce a lot of methane gas (like cows)
because of this, they are known locally as………
stink chickens
Adding more to the hoatzin weirdness…
We just went to Napo Wildlife Center, a lodge in Yasuni National Park, Ecuador. And stink chickens are everywhere. See, not only do they smell terrible, but they taste bad, too, so they have no natural predators. Nothing in the rainforest wants to eat these birds.
And they bark-caw at you. Any time a hoatzin sees you, it spreads its wings, rocks back and forth, and goes “GRAAK GRAAK GRAAK” from the back of its throat until you leave its view. They also tend to hang out in groups. We had seven stink chickens barking at us at one point as we floated by via canoe.
They are my new favorite birds.
@elodieunderglass BEHOLD THE STINK CHICKEN
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fozmeadows:
glitterdustedwren:
falseredstart:
borderline-guzma:
i found out something really cool today
there’s a bird called the hoatzin that lives in south america that looks like this:
it looks really cool kinda like a feathered dragon??
but the coolest part about this bird is the juveniles!! the babies in this species have claws on their wings that help them climb until they’re old enough to fly, and by that time the claws disappear!!
you can see the tiny claws in this pic!! it’s so cool because birds are living dinosaurs and these little baby hoatzins look like baby raptors with their claws!!
idk i just had to post about this bc this is a rly cool birb that deserves more attention!!!
Expanding on bizarre aspects of hoatzin:
they are the only truly folivorous bird species, subsisting entirely on leaves
they are one of the few bird species that is monotypic in its order. A truly unique creature.
because of their leaf-eating, they have the longest digestive tract relative to body size of any bird
also because of their leaf-eating, they produce a lot of methane gas (like cows)
because of this, they are known locally as………
stink chickens
Adding more to the hoatzin weirdness…
We just went to Napo Wildlife Center, a lodge in Yasuni National Park, Ecuador. And stink chickens are everywhere. See, not only do they smell terrible, but they taste bad, too, so they have no natural predators. Nothing in the rainforest wants to eat these birds.
And they bark-caw at you. Any time a hoatzin sees you, it spreads its wings, rocks back and forth, and goes “GRAAK GRAAK GRAAK” from the back of its throat until you leave its view. They also tend to hang out in groups. We had seven stink chickens barking at us at one point as we floated by via canoe.
They are my new favorite birds.
@elodieunderglass BEHOLD THE STINK CHICKEN
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lexagf:
Feliz cumpleaños! Happy first birthday, Mateo Gloriano Rogelio Solano Villanueva!
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lexagf:
Feliz cumpleaños! Happy first birthday, Mateo Gloriano Rogelio Solano Villanueva!
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herowyn:
nebula
( ˈnɛbjʊlə) ; latin, meaning “cloud”
n. an interstellar cloud of dust, hydrogen, helium and other ionized gases.
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herowyn:
nebula
( ˈnɛbjʊlə) ; latin, meaning “cloud”
n. an interstellar cloud of dust, hydrogen, helium and other ionized gases.
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