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In 1817, John Keats, 22 years old and starting to come into his poetic own, fell deeply in love with the poetics of Shakespeare and purchased several volumes of the bard’s writings. For the remaining three years of his life, Keats would spend hours reading, re-reading, and writing all over his copies of Shakespeare.

Pictured in order are:

-Annotations in The Tempest, his most heavily annotated play. Keats’ annotations placed an emphasis on important moments of character development and the emotionally descriptive poetics that come with those. The slightly darker area on the middle of the far right is his thumb marks

-Annotations in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, his second most annotated play. These annotations focused particularly on Shakespeare’s descriptions of nature and sensuality

-A decided opinion on Johnson’s criticism of As You Like It, featuring a quote from the play in Keats’s handwriting  /  A draft of ‘On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again,’ written on the end page after Hamlet, next to the opening page of King Lear

-Draft of ‘Bright Star,’ written on the blank page next to the poem ‘A Lover’s Companion’

In a 1981 interview with TIME Magazine, Fred Astaire described making the “Fred and Ginger movies”:
“[The process was like] running the four-minute-mile for six months. I’d lose 15 lbs. during rehearsal. But then you’d get in a winning groove — a kind of show-business dream sequence where you can’t do anything wrong. The choreography was a mutual effort: Hermes Pan, Ginger… even Adele contributed. And of course Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.”

Memories Never Faded (AKA my first fanfic)

Okay so this is my first attempt at something like this. So please be kind. This was partially inspired by three different songs that I just happened to have on repeat while I was writing it. Skin by Rag N Bone Man. Titanium by Madilyn Bailey. And Dancing with Your Ghost by No Resolve.

WORD COUNT: 2182

PAIRING: Reader x Sam Wilson

WARNINGS: Angst, Character Death. I think that’s all.

Memories Never Faded

Present

An old man sits in a chair solemnly looking at an old photo album. He comes across a photo of you. Standing with the old team: The Avengers. The old man scans the photo from left to right he smiles sadly as he looks at the faces of Thor, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, you, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff and the old man himself, Sam Wilson. Mostly he looks at you standing proudly in the middle of Tony and Steve. Tears start to well up in his eyes.

It had been a long time since those days. The Avengers long since disbanded and each member has gone his or her own way. Yes, it had been a long time since those days and he has trouble remembering some events from then, but he never forgot you or the last time he saw you. He could never forget that day. That was the day everything changed.

Past - Pre-mission

You walk into the Avengers compound in upstate New York. You’re only twenty two and the newest addition to the team. You don’t have any special powers but you have a unique fighting skill set that could almost rival even that of Natasha’s, almost. You were smart too. You keep Tony and Bruce on their toes with all your ideas and suggestions. They pretend to be annoyed with you, but secretly they really admire you and love having you in the lab with them tinkering with new gadgets.

Natasha is like your big sister. She’s also your sparring partner. She takes you instantly under her wing. You remind her of her and challenge her in training. You meet her in the training. Sam is there sparring with Clint. You smile at them as you walk over to where Natasha is stretching. You and Sam are close. You do everything together. The rest of the team always teases the two of you about just how close you really are.

“What’s up with you and Sam?” Natasha asks with a curious grin.

“Nothing. We’ve been over this like a hundred times. Sam’s like my best friend.”

Not believing you even a little bit smirks at you and adds an, “Uh huh” before grabbing your wrist and flipping you to the mat. You manage to catch Natasha off guard with a leg sweep taking her down. You’re instantly back on your feet in a protective fighting stance. Natasha flips to her feet but before she can advance, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice echoes over the intercom.

“Tony would like you all to join him in the conference room in five minutes.”

“Did he happen to say what it was about?” Clint asks.

“No, Clint, he didn’t. He just asked me to call you to the conference room.” Was F.R.I.D.A.Y’s response.

No one questions her any further. You and Sam walk out of the training room together. He shoves you playfully. You let him walk ahead of him slightly before you run up behind him jumping on his back making him give you a piggyback ride to the conference room. Both Clint and Natasha shake their heads at the childish action but find it amusing enough that they can’t help but laugh and smile at the two of you.

You jump off of Sam’s back just before reaching the conference room. Tony, Steve, Wanda, Bruce and Vision are already sitting at the table waiting for you guys to arrive. You and Sam sit next together as usual, shortly after you sit, Clint and Natasha walk in and quickly take a seat.

Tony pulls up a 3D map of a large forested area with a large concrete building in the middle.

Clint looks at the map curiously, “What are we supposed to be looking at here, Stark?”

“This is a former HYDRA base in Germany, and our next mission.” Steve answering for Tony. He hands around files to everyone at the table. Steve continues, “According to these files HYDRA was doing some serious experimental work here before it was apparently shut down a few years ago.

Sam interjects, “I don’t like the sound of that ‘apparently’. So let me guess, someone has things running again and we gotta shut them down.”

“Something like that.” Steve adds with a nod his head. “I want to go in there with a small team. It’s not a large facility so we won’t need everyone on this mission. Tony we’ll need you and F.R.I.D.A.Y, Nat, Clint, Sam and Y/N. The rest of you will stay here. This should be a simple get in, shut the place down, and be back in time for dinner kind of mission.”

“Aww, no Big Green? That’s no fun.” You joke. You look at Bruce who is trying not to laugh at the joke.

Steve gives you a semi-stern look at makes you stop smiling. He adds, “We want to keep this fairly low-key. Having the Hulk on this mission is kind of the opposite of that.” He looks at Bruce, “Sorry, Banner.”

Bruce shakes his head, “No apology necessary, Cap. If the Other Guy isn’t needed than he’s not needed.”

Steve nods his head. “Okay. Suit up we leave in ten.”

Present

Sam continues to look through the photo album. He’s stopped at one particular photo of you, his favorite one of the two of you together. You’re both in uniform, him in full Falcon gear, wings spread and you in a low cut, sleeveless, navy blue cat suit, with a shoulder holster equipped with two CZ 75 Compact SDP guns and a thigh holster for knives. You stand next to Sam both of you mid-laugh.

He coughs and wheezes, he nearly drops the album but catches his breath and readjusts the book on his lap.

Past - Mission

The Quinjet lands in semi open field in stealth mode. The team disembarks with the exception of Clint who stays in the jet as aerial support.

Sam looks at you before you separate to execute your mission tasks. “Be careful. I don’t need to be rescuing your ass because of your recklessness.”

You scoff at him and simply reply, “YOU be careful!”

Natasha rolls her eyes at the two of you, “Oh just kiss so we can get back to work.”

You just shake your head at Nat’s remark. You and she take off into the woods working your way silently through the trees. Steve follows right behind you. Sam and Tony take to the sky. Sam stays above the treeline keeping an eye on you, Steve and Nat.  Tony flies ahead towards the building to fully access what kind of security system they have in place so he and F.R.I.D.A.Y can dismantle them before the four of you can arrive.

You, Steve, and Nat have no trouble making your way through the woods. But once you near the building that’s when the real fight begins. Steve looks at you and Nat.

“Sam and I have things covered from out here. You two find a way inside and get to the server room. Collect the data.” Steve says.

Tony adds, “There’s a lab near the server room that may have data that may prove useful to us in the future. If you can collect it, Bruce and I can study it and figure out what they might have been doing.”

“Piece of cake.” You say.

Natasha leads the way to the nearest entrance. You both fight your way through agent after agent just to get inside the building. Once inside, you look at the small black band you have around your wrist. A 3D map pops up.

“Okay, so according to this we need to go up a floor and down the main hall and the server room is on the right at the end. That other room Stark was on about is in the same area but to the left.”

Nat simply asks, “Left or right?”

“I’ll take left, you go right. We’ll meet in the middle once we’re done.”

Nat smirks. “Sounds good to me.”

Your job was simple enough. You and Nat we to retrieve any data you could off of the lab servers. Something you’ve done a hundred times. Nat was down the hall in the main server room downloading all the virtual data from the hard drives, you’re in one of the labs collecting any physical data you can so Bruce and Tony can study it. You bag up any vials and covered dishes you find. You’re ready to leave when you turn around to find a lone enemy agent standing in the doorway with a gun pointed directly at you.

You go for your weapon but the agent is faster than you. The sound of a single shot echoes through the halls. Natasha hears the shot and pulls the usb stick just as it finishes downloading. As soon as she enters the hallway she see the agent with his gun drawn. Without hesitation she pulls her gun and fires. He falls to his knees then topples over dead. She runs towards the door of the lab. She sees you sitting on the floor holding your stomach. You’re propped up against the wall, a pool of blood forming around where you sit. Nat kneels next to you.

Nat immediately gets on comms, “We need help in here, Y/N has been shot! Hurry up, she’s already lost a lot of blood.”

Comms must be down because no one answers.

“They won’t make it in time, Nat. You know they won’t.” You hand her the bag of specimens. “Take this. Make sure to get to Tony and Bruce. They’ll want to study it.”

Nat takes the bag from you and once again tries frantically to reach someone, “Can anyone hear me? Y/N has been shot! We need Evac immediately, she’s losing too much blood and I can’t stop it. Please someone answer me!”

Sam chimes in over the comms, his voice is shaky but determined. “I’m on my way. Where are you?”

Nat trying to remain calm but slowly losing her composure. “Southwest corner. Second floor. Hurry.”

You cough. Blood starts flowing out of the side of your mouth. Your breathing is getting shallower as each second passes.

You look at Nat and force a smile. “Tasha, you need to go. It’s okay. I’ve lost too much blood. I know I’m not going to make it back.”

Nat fights back tears. She tries to be strong. “Stop talking. I’m not going anywhere. You need to save your energy.”

Sam arrives breaking through the glass from the outside of the building. He lands and puts his wings away. Immediately he kneels at your side. He looks at you covered in your own blood. He gently wipes away the blood from your mouth.

“Okay, I’m gonna get you out of here. I need you to help me. I need you to put your arms around my neck. I can do the rest.”

Your breathing is much shallower. You can barely keep your eyes open to look at him. Tears freely fall from your eyes. “I can’t.” You say with little strength.

Sam replies with determination, “Yes, you can. I know you can. You’re strong. A hell of a lot stronger than me.”

You start to cry as you look into those dark brown eyes of his. “I’m sorry. I never told you”

A sharp cough cuts you off. Sam shakes his head.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know. I’ve always known and I’ve always felt the same way.”

Suddenly the room is quiet. Your breathing has stopped. Natasha sobs in the doorway. Sam looks at her.

He clears his throat. “Get that data back to the ship. I’ll be right behind you.”

Nat dries her eyes. “What about Y/N? We can’t leave her here.”

He opens his wings. “We’re not going to. She’s coming home with us”

He picks up your lifeless body and takes off out the window. He lands at the ship still clinging to you.

No one speaks, not a single word.

Present

Sam sobs as the memories of your death come to him. He hears footsteps coming towards him. He looks up to see you walk through the door in your Avengers uniform. You exactly like you did the last day he saw you.

“Sam?” You say softly with a sweet smile across your face.

“Y/N?” He looks at you half in disbelief, but he smiles through the tears that roll down his cheeks.

You reach out your hand for his and he willing takes it. He stands up and once again by your side. He notices he’s once again young and in his Falcon uniform. He looks back to where he was sitting. The photo album is now on the floor, open and facedown. He looks at himself slumped over in the chair, eyes closed.

“You ready for the next adventure?” You ask as you still hold his hand.

“With you, Y/N? Always.”

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Based off of the song / music video for the song We Don’t Talk Anymore

Word Count: 1748 (with lyrics)

A/N: I wanted to put something out while I was suffering from writer’s block for Undercover? With Him? so here this is! I really hope you like it!

Also, i’d like to to dedicate this @supersoldatass aka DD, for being such a wonderful and sweet person. She constantly supported my writing and posts. Everyone, check out this wonderful smol bean who deserves the best.

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. 

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We don’t talk anymore

We don’t talk anymore

We don’t talk anymore

Like we used to do

   As Pietro sits on his bed, scrolling through his phone, but he keeps going back to your messages. Switching between his photos, texts, and Instagram that you set up for him with ease. Mainly through your Instagram.

——–

   Opening your eyes, you look at the clock and groan.
   “Well, even if it’s 12 pm, I have to get up.” You mumble and struggle to get up. Messing with your hair, you reach for your phone, absently texting Pietro “good luck!” for his photo shoot with a magazine he’s been freaking out about months before you broke up. Before you click “send” you remember that you don’t talk anymore.

——–

   “Why?” You whisper, tears falling onto the floor. “Why’d you do it?”
   “I-I was-” Pietro stutters.
   “Drunk?” You turn and glare at him. “Drinking doesn’t condone cheating. You know how I hate cheating. Even when I got into this relationship, I told you how much I detested it.”
“Please (Y/N), it was a mistake-”
“A mistake?” You grab your bag. “A mistake is an accident. You don’t cheat with your ex and do it four more times.” You open the door and see Pietro standing in the center of the living room, with red eyes and a helpless demeanor. “Goodbye.”

———-

   You well in your tears and delete the message.
   “I won’t break down. I moved on.” You chant to yourself and prepare yourself for the day.
   “ (Y/N) WHERE ARE YOU!” and “DID U OVERSLEEP?” texts await you from Wanda and Natasha. You roll your eyes.
   “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 10.” You shoot back a response, grabbing your sunglasses and earbuds.
   Putting on the most cheerful music you have, you shake off the memories with Pietro and close the apartment door.

———-

   Pietro watches the three bubbles come up. His mood lifts up, hoping you still remembered what today was and you forgave him. But as soon as the dots appeared, the disappeared. Pietro groaned falling back onto his bed, hands over his eyes.
   He gets up and rushes around, trying to forget the feeling you put over him every time. He grabbed his suitcase for the shoot and walks out of the door.

I just heard you found the one, you’ve been looking
You’ve been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn’t me
Cause even after all this time
I still wonder
Why I can’t move on
Just the way you did so easily

Pietro laughed along with the hairdresser’s anecdote. His laughter fades as he grabs his phone, opening the album he titled with the ship name everyone used to tease you to with.
He swiped picture after picture of the two of you smiling, your face, videos he secretly took of you, pictures he secretly took of you. His name was called up as he jogged to the photographer’s camera.
”And smile!”

———–

   “Wanda! Nat!” You smiled and ran over to the assortment of food they laid out on a blanket.
   “(Y/N), you really have to stop sleeping in,” Natasha smirked as you sat down, picking up a plate.
   “I know, I just got distracted.” You smile at them before picking up some food.
   “Was it him?” Wanda asks softly. After Wanda found about Pietro cheating, she gave him hell. Eventually, she gave in, but she still doesn’t answer any of his questions about you.    
   “Forget that. How’d your date with Vision go?” You avert her question and she immediately grins and begins rambling on “how cute Vis looked”. Natasha looked at you once in a while and patted your hand softly.

Don’t wanna know
Kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holdin’ onto you so tight
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

Pietro smiled at the photographers and bidding them a goodbye before walking out of the door with a happy sigh. He finally picks up his phone to see your picture after he unlocks it.

   “Maybe just one phone call,” He thinks as he presses on your contact.

———-

   Pressing on your phone to look at the time, you see that Pietro left you a missed call. Closing the notification, you look at the time and gasp.
   “I completely spaced. I have a date with Bucky today.” You exclaimed, grabbing your stuff.
   “Oooooo…” Natasha and Wanda sing. You glare at them.
   “Bye!” You wave as you run across the street.

That we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
Like we used to do
We don’t love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore
Like we used to do

   “I’m sorry!” You gasp as you slide into the seat across from Bucky. “I was with the girls and time just ran out on me-”
   “It’s okay (Y/N).” Bucky chuckles reaching for your hand across the table. You blush and smile at him.    
   “So, how has your week been?”
   “Great! Me and Steve…” He smiles at you while talking and you grin right back, squeezing his hand while he talks.

—————

   Pietro does nothing more than flick through his phone, waiting for a call back from you, scanning old photos. He then jumps to your Instagram and stops at a recently posted picture.
   Bucky’s hand on top of yours. The caption is simply a heart. He closes the app and calls up a taxi to take him to dinner.

—————

   “I’ll see you tonight. Right?” You ask Bucky once before you walk out.
   “Of course.” He kisses your cheek.

I just hope you’re lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you’re gone
Every now and then I think you might want me to
Come show up at your door
But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong

   You stand by the subway, waiting for the train to arrive while you scroll through pictures of Pietro and you. You tried deleting them, but you pulled them right out.
   You smile at each of them, reminiscing of all the good memories you had before the night of your 1-year anniversary, the night he broke your heart.

———–

   “No way!” Pietro laughs at the jokes that his friends make any listen to them talk about their lives.
   But he wasn’t really listening to them.
   No, he could only hear your voice on repeat, only seeing your face in his mind.
   Sam turns to him, only to see him with a dazed look from him. Sam sighs and claps Pietro’s back.
   “Dude, let’s get drinks.” Sam grabs him and pulls him to the club across the street.

Don’t wanna know
If you’re looking into her eyes
If she’s holdin’ onto you so tight the way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

   After some constant pushes from his friends, he gets on stage with alcohol flowing through him. He sings some lines from a duet and immediately another person joins in.
   Pietro turns to see the ex he cheated on you with singing along. And he smiled at her as they both finished the duet with ease.
   “Wanna get out of here?” She comes up to him, batting her eyelashes, just like the night he cheated.
   Yes.

Don’t wanna know
Kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s giving it to you just right
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

   “Happy birthday…” Flows around you, as everyone sings for you, while a cake  (or whatever desert you prefer) with a candle sticking off on it is placed in front of you. Hung up lights twinkle around the party as you laugh and smile at everyone. You blow out the candles as everyone claps.
   “You wanna get out of here?” Bucky asks you after everyone dives for the desert. He gives you a grin, just like the one he gave you after he asked you out, a month after Pietro cheated.
   Yes.

Don’t wanna know
Kind of dress you’re wearing tonight

“So where you been?” She asks Pietro while he looks at his phone, hoping to see a message from you. But nothing shows up.
   “Nothing really.” He responds putting his phone down.
   “Really?” She smirks at him. “Well, let me make things more interesting.”
   She leaned in and their lips connected. She had no intention to stop and Pietro didn’t stop her, just like that night.

If he’s holding onto you so tight
The way I did before

   You and Bucky laugh, as you separate yourself from the group and make your way to the edge of the building. You suddenly wrap your arms around him.
   “Thanks for showing up.” You say into his shoulder. His laughs rumbles through his body.    
   “Thanks for letting me.” You both break up the hug and look at each other, your foreheads touching.
   You both lean in and your lips meet.

I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game

   But while you and Pietro kiss someone else, you only think of each other.

Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

   When Pietro and her break the kiss, he gives her a hug and gives one to all his friends. He bids them a goodbye once more and gets into the cab.

————

   You and Bucky break the kiss with a smile. You return to the party and give your goodbyes to all your friends, thanking them for thinking about you. You reach Bucky and hug him tight before wishing him farewell.

————

   You both return home and flop onto your beds. Opening your phones you flicker through the videos and pictures of each other as you laugh and smile at all of them.

   Pietro glances at the time.
   You glance at the time.
   2:02.
   Opening his texts, he types in a “happy birthday :) ”.
   You open up your texts, and type in an “I was thinking about you…”

   Three bubbles show up on both of your screens.

   But as quickly as they appear, they disappear.

That we don’t talk anymore

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The Tudors Exhibition at the Musée de Luxembourg - PART I

OFFICIAL PAINTINGS & PIECES / COINS

Pictures from the Exhibition and the book sold by the museum.

  • Henry VII
  • silver coin (Henry VII)
  • Henry VIII
  • silver coins (Henry VIII)
  • Edward VI
  • gold coin (Edward VI)
  • Mary I
  • bronze coin (Mary I)
  • Elizabeth I
  • gold coin (Elizabeth I)

Part 1 : OFFICIAL PAINTINGS, PIECES & COINS (x)

Part 2 : ART & TREATIES : MARRIAGES / COUPLES (X)

Part 3 : THE SIX WIVES OF HENRY VIII (X

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Rockin’ On, April 1990. Puppy photo I scanned for my old blog. I think it’s from this issue. Blurry photos were taken that way, not due to scanner.

Anyway, seeing Nick Cave with a best friend Wednesday, so here are some clippings I’ve been hoarding!

Scanned by xraystyles.

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Greece: A misty, snowy day in the mountains by pawightm (Patricia)

i never understood ppl who are deep into like 90s aesthetics and old vogue scans and washed out photos from a comme des garcons fashion show not embracing janet jackson 

anonymous asked:

An old pic from jay and shortly after one from Lou? Someone's scanning old photos! Serious tho I wouldn't be surprised if jays the one to write a book on all this, at least from her perspective having to watch it powerless.

Listen. If Jay writes a book, catch me at the fucking launch bawling my eyes out and fighting people to get in line to have that signed. I want to hug that woman so bad.