♪KENN♪ Today is 『Magic-kyun! First Live Hoshi No Mori Summer Festa 2017』last day!! It really has became a good memory to be able to spend it with everyone! Thank you very much! I’m grateful for the wonderful letters, presents and flowers! Kennu
tbh I wish there was a makeup gossip fandom on Tumblr because I wanna post about the scandal in which some n00b at ulta or sephora gave their friend one of the sample palettes of the fall Anastasia Beverly Hills followup to Modern Renaissance (which is definitely gonna be one of the biggest launches of the year) and that friend went on to post pics on reddit and then the head of cosmetics at ABH (Norvina/Claudia, whose mom started the company) went OFF on twitter because she’s super hands-on and now some idiot definitely lost their job and I feel bad for Norvina but also like…
I’m hype bc now I know I want this palette???
i wanna discuss this but nobody i know irl or online Cares the way i do
No one expected Isabella to become Queen of Castile. So little attention was given to her birth that historians are not absolutely sure when it occurred. One of the few contemporary clues was a letter given by Isabella’s father, King Juan II of Castile, on April 26, 1451 to the town of Madrid announcing that his ‘dear and beloved wife Queen Isabel had given birth to a baby girl the preceding Thursday. That was all. Although we know Isabella was a healthy infant, there were no records of special festivities or celebrations to mark her arrival, not even the mention of a court banquet.
Nancy Rubin Stuart, Isabella of Castile: The first Renaissance Queen.
I was just wondering. Will you be drawing more Ezio/Rosa in the future? Your art is OMEGA awesome.
An extract from the Novel “Renaissance” by Oliver Bowden.
“Ezio and Rosa had grown closer, but a fierce rivalry still existed between them. Now she was healed, she wanted to prove herself, and one morning she came to his rooms and said, ‘Listen Ezio, I think you need a re-tune. I want to see if you’re still as good as you became when Franco and I first trained you. So – how about a race?’
‘A race?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Where?’
‘From here to the Punta della Dogana. Starting now!’
And she leapt out of the window before Ezio could react. He watched her as she scampered over the red rooftops and seemed almost to dance across the canals that separated the buildings.
At last they arrived, neck-and-neck, on the rooftop of the wooden building that stood on the spit of land at the end of the Dorsoduro, overlooking St Mark’s Canal and the lagoon. Across the water stood the low buildings of the monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore, and opposite, the shimmering pink stone edifice which was the Palazzo Ducale.
‘Looks like I won,’ said Ezio.
She frowned. ‘Nonsense. Anyway, even by saying that, you show yourself to be no gentleman and certainly no Venetian. But what can one expect of a Florentine?’
She paused. ‘In any case you are a liar. I won.’
Ezio shrugged and smiled. ‘Whatever you say, carissima.’
‘Then, to the victor, the spoils,’ she said, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him passionately upon the lips.
Her body, now, was soft and warm, and infinitely yielding.”