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This gorgeous page depicting titled The Holy Trinity Enthroned comes from the Spinola Hours. The luxury book contains personal prayers corresponding to religious holidays, hours of the Virgin, and even a special series of weekday masses. 


Detail of The Holy Trinity Enthroned, about 1510 –20, Master of James IV of Scotland. Tempera colors, gold, and ink on parchment, 9 1/8 x 6 9/16 in. The J. Paul Getty Museum, 83.ML.114.10v

Im gonna do it. Im gonna do a clean install. My game is so fucked up and my mod list is worse. All my james saves are corrupted. Ive been using Robert’s save file. Guess im gonna have to romance Danse all over again…if I have to take one for the team.

James loves Lily best at 6 am on a Tuesday, when she burrows under the covers and murmurs something to herself before slipping back into a deeper sleep. He hates getting out of bed and leaving her. He presses a kiss to her forehead before he goes.

James loves Lily best at noon on a Saturday, when they carry their sandwiches outside and eat them in the grass and the sunlight is tangling through her hair and turning it golden. He can’t help but reach out to tuck a silky strand behind her ear. 

James loves Lily best at 8 pm on a Monday, when she’s curled up barefooted on the couch with a book tucked in her lap and she’s pulling her lower lip between her teeth in concentration. He’s polishing his broomstick but he’s also watching her, transfixed.

James loves Lily best at 9 am on a Sunday, when her hands are clutched around her favorite mug and the steam curls up around her face as she smiles at him or at something he’s said. He smiles back because it seems like all he can do when she’s around.

James loves Lily best at 5 pm on a Wednesday, when she’s padding around the kitchen for a little of this and a little of that to add to the pot. He slips up behind her and pulls her close, dropping his nose into the crown of her head until he’s filled with the smell of her.

James loves Lily best at midnight on a Friday, when they’re out late with friends and her laughter rings out like bells and makes her green eyes dance. The rest of the world has become a little bit hazy, but he sees her so clearly she might as well be the only other person in the room.

James loves Lily best at 3 pm on a Thursday, when she pulls him up by the hand and drags him outside because it’s too nice of a day to spend it indoors. He slips his fingers between hers and their linked hands swing gently between them. He can’t remember when he was happier.

James loves Lily best.

the five senses

james:
sights: blue skies dotted with cartoon-perfect clouds, hands raised in mock defence, someone winking at you, fields of green in the spring, walking backwards, eyes being lit up, flannel shirts, grinning so wide it hurts, cocking your head to one side, a rose in a cola bottle
sound: the wind rustling through the trees, lightning strikes, fingers snapping, rapping knuckles against a desk, unrestrained laughter, easy, simple (like everything else)
smells: freshly mown grass, morning breath, toast burning, rain on concrete
tastes: strawberries, mint, toothpaste, water when you are parched, when you need it more than you need it to breathe, running down your lips
touch: tracing the line of a jaw, knowing what someone else is going to say before they say it, finishing someone else’s sentences for them, your heart skipping a beat, wind running through your hair, flying

sirius:
sights: heaving chests, running both hands through your hair, dark eyelashes, catching someone looking at you, like they can’t help it, like they can’t not look at you, the lights going down in a cinema, the mottled blue and purple of a bruise, a black so dark it is almost bright, dried blood crusted around your lips
sounds: thunder rumbling, cracking knuckles, the growl of an engine, profanity and the way it twists your lips, the way it makes you whole
smells: cigarette smoke, hazelnuts, gasoline, sharp peppermint that sticks in the lungs, gasoline, ink, dark and black and bloody
tastes: roasted hazelnuts, black coffee at 3am, bitterness
touch: sandpaper tongues, fingers on the hot, sharp glint of steel, sweat on skin, blood running through your veins so fast you can barely breathe, throwing a punch, driving with the windows down, hands against a brick wall, like you have hit the wall, like you can’t get past it

remus:
sights: autumn leaves dead on the ground like carrion, circulation being cut off in your fingers, the colour of wine, deep and burgundy and looking a little too much like blood—
sounds: waves crashing, a mixtures of torrential and calm all at once, a guttural growl in the back of the throat, the crunch of gravel, twigs snapping, heavy sighs, the crackle of vinyl, something tearing, something being ripped
smells: woodsmoke, wrapping paper, fresh linen, old parchment
tastes: blood in the mouth, milk chocolate, tea leaves
touch: picking away at a scab, biting your nails, ripping up handfuls of grass, teeth sinking into your lower lip, a barking laugh of surprise escaping your lips, like you didn’t know it was there, like you didn’t know you were capable of it 

peter:
sights: a fairground in full swing, empty chairs at empty tables, a million pairs of shoes piled at the front door, turned backs, palms upturned, to catch, to hold, the one chipped union-jack mug in the cupboard, the empty stretch of tarmac at the airport and the feeling that sticks in your throat like glass, like you don’t know where you’re going, like you don’t know where you’ve been
sounds: walnut shells crushing underfoot, the wind buffeting along the beach, the crackling of foiled candy wrappers, a phone that rings, and rings, and rings (but no-one answers)
smells: wet earth, roasted chestnuts, the smell of baking, musty, like something is dying, like something is already dead
tastes: sorrow, chocolate bars, bubblegum, chewing something that just won’t swallow
touch: feet on carpet, carpet burn, grinding your teeth, laughing so hard it hurts your sides, starting a sentence you forget to finish

lily:
sights: daffodils in the spring, shelves bursting with books, like there is so much life and knowledge there it cannot be contained, mothers holding their children, pastel ice cream flavours, bunches of flowers outside a florist’s, your drink being placed in front of you in a coffee shop
sounds: the roar of a motorcycle in the distance, heavy metal rock, laughter, bells chiming, a page being turned, walking on cobblestones, clinking china
smells: cinnamon, grass, lillies, tea tree, the way perfume lingers on your clothes, fresh night air
tastes: copper, metallic and sharp on the tongue, not quite bloody but just enough, vanilla, a sadness so heavy it is almost sweet
touch: the material of your skirt swirling around you as you spin, like you cannot stop spinning, you won’t stop spinning, breathing unsteadily, porcelain, the roughness and heaviness of denim, someone else’s hand in yours, the way love has a pulse and you can feel it under his skin

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Jacob|Arno|Edward|Ezio
Spring Collection
Edits made by me :)

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27 March 1960 - james fleamont potter

Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you need of him. How else could you produce that particular patronus? Prongs rode again last night.

Since y'all shipping Jefferson x Lafayette why not

Hercules Mulligan x James Madison

Peggy x Maria

Alexander Hamilton x Usnavi

Alexander Hamilton x Lin Manuel Miranda’s disembodied voice in Moana

Lafayette x Jefferson x Johan

George Washington x Benny x the dad from Moana

King George x Kristoff

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female couples on the red carpet at the 2015 AVN Awards

  • Abby Cross & Ava Addams
  • Dani Jensen & Katie St. Ives
  • Katerina Kay & Cali Carter
  • Madison Scott & Sasha Sean
  • Gabriella Paltrova & Veruca James
  • Brandy Aniston & Maddy O'Reilly
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can’t believe it’s taken me this long to draw our favorite troublesome twosome

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how to love the sea king - m.j. pearl

BATWOMAN: REBIRTH #1 by Marguerite Bennett, James Tynion IV, Steve Epting, and Jeromy Cox will be here February 15! 

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Why did this moment happen and why did i decide to gif it