the-match-of-the-century

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Rare brocaded satin pregnancy robe, 1790s, 

Pale green silk sprigged overall with ivory and peach trefoils tied with tassels, comprising: petticoat with waist ties and two matching bodices, one high fashion (for early pregnancy) in ‘pierrot’ style cut low and tight with closed front, faux waistcoat panels, short tails to the back lined in striped silk, narrow curved sleeves; the other in open-robe form with inner boned closed front panels and loose deshabillé-like outer panels, the neckline outlined in cartridge pleats, with three ribbon drawstrings to allow for expansion, lined in patches of tartan and striped silk; together with a fine white lawn fichu with whitework embroidered edges 

Kerry Taylor Auctions

***au where Sirius raises Harry and sends him howlers when anything remotely interesting happens to him*** …

Sirius: “YOUNGEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY? BY GOLLY! WHO IS THE FIRST MATCH? YOU BEAT THE EVERLOVING STUFFING OUT OF THOSE SLYTHERIN NO GOOD ROTTEN BLOODY…”

Remus in background: “SIRIUS! I will not have you..”

*howler burns itself out*
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Sirius: “YOU LET THAT LAVENDER LACED PRAT TRY TO MEND YOUR ARM? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I’M COMING UP THERE TO MEET WITH THIS SOGGY SHAMPOO ADVERTISEMENT OF A ‘WIZARD’ AND I SWEAR ON MERLIN’S HAIRY WRINKLED OLD- ”

Remus in background: “SIRIUS! Now, that’s in bad taste and I will not have…”

*howler combusts*
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Sirius: “YOUR HEAD WAS SEEN FLOATING IN HOGSMEADE?! BRILLIANT! OH IF I’D SEEN THE LOOK ON SNIVELLY’S FACE..HOW DID YOU DO IT? DID YOU HAVE YOUR DAD’S-”

Remus in background: “STOP! Now, Sirius. You know better than to mention-”

*howler fizzles and dies*
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Sirius: “HELL YEAH! OUTFLYING A BLOODY DRAGON?! GENIUS! YOUR FATHER WOULD’VE BEEN SO PROUD! YOU STICK IT TO THAT KRUM LOSER! YOU TELL HIM I SAID HIS WAND ARM CAN-”

Remus in background: “Now, Sirius. Perhaps you should think before y-”

*howler turns to ash*
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Sirius: “HIGH INQUISITOR?????!! YOU WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON THAT JUMPED UP, PINK SMEARED, YELLOW-BELLIED TOAD! I SWEAR ON YOUR FATHER’S GRAVE THAT OLD BAT BETTER HAVE A CLEAN PAIR OF KNICKERS HANDY BECAUSE WHEN I-”

Remus in background: “While I agree with you, Sirius, perhaps we’d better tone it d-”

*howler burns a hole in the table*
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Sirius: “HARRY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? Stay with him. Remus and I are on the way.”

*howler turns black, disintegrates*

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Life goes on, even if you’re not there (but you are).

When Gems Clash

Stevonnie makes a scene on the boardwalk, leaving Garnet and Pearl to worry that Steven and Connie are spending too much time being fused. While Steven, Connie, Garnet and Pearl are willing to move on from the incident, a video from their public disagreement soon has Beach City hyped up for a fight between Stevonnie and the Gems. Luckily, Amethyst’s pro wrestling experience gives her an idea to stage a fight with Stevonnie taking on Opal in the match of the century in order to satisfy the people… and take in a cut of the pay-per-view revenue.

Pop music’s grasp on the disintegration of the most durable confrontation known to the [20th] century is matched only by the extent to which it treats this as an occasion for celebration. In this regard, the music of neutralization joins the conservative ticker-tape parade on which falls history’s last confetti. Pop music, one might hazard, has taken Fukuyama at his word. Not that hit singles were ever much in the business of “imagining a world that is radically better than our own, or a future that is not essentially democratic and capitalist”—that’s not in their nature. Rather, pop immediately proclaims the resolute sequestering of furies public and personal, and the annealing of social fissures through simple commitment; it announces the end of the story itself. Events become mere events and escape thought, unable to figure anything without a historical ground. The music of “1989” is the inconceivability of a narrative next; it is the processless present of the image-event in which there can be no rise and fall of hegemons, no global rearrangement. Among mounting ironies, none is more barbed than that by which the great wave of emergences is structurally unable to think the new. This is Fukuyama pop.

Joshua Clover, “The Image-Event and the Blind-Spot,” 1989: Bob Dylan Didn’t Have This to Sing About,” pg.132

***au where Sirius raises Harry and sends him howlers when anything remotely interesting happens to him***


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. Sirius: “YOUNGEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY? BY GOLLY! WHO IS THE FIRST MATCH? YOU BEAT THE EVERLOVING STUFFING OUT OF THOSE SLYTHERIN NO GOOD ROTTEN BLOODY…” 

 Remus in background: “SIRIUS! I will not have you..” 

*howler burns itself out*


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Sirius: “YOU LET THAT LAVENDER LACED PRAT TRY TO MEND YOUR ARM? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I’M COMING UP THERE TO MEET WITH THIS SOGGY SHAMPOO ADVERTISEMENT OF A ‘WIZARD’ AND I SWEAR ON MERLIN’S HAIRY WRINKLED OLD- ” 

 Remus in background: “SIRIUS! Now, that’s in bad taste and I will not have…”

 *howler combusts*


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Sirius: “YOUR HEAD WAS SEEN FLOATING IN HOGSMEADE?! BRILLIANT! OH IF I’D SEEN THE LOOK ON SNIVELLY’S FACE..HOW DID YOU DO IT? DID YOU HAVE YOUR DAD’S-”

 Remus in background: “STOP! Now, Sirius. You know better than to mention-”

 *howler fizzles and dies*


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Sirius: “HELL YEAH! OUTFLYING A BLOODY DRAGON?! GENIUS! YOUR FATHER WOULD’VE BEEN SO PROUD! YOU STICK IT TO THAT KRUM LOSER! YOU TELL HIM I SAID HIS WAND ARM CAN-”

 Remus in background: “Now, Sirius. Perhaps you should think before y-”

 *howler turns to ash*


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Sirius: “HIGH INQUISITOR?????!! YOU WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON THAT JUMPED UP, PINK SMEARED, YELLOW-BELLIED TOAD! I SWEAR ON YOUR FATHER’S GRAVE THAT OLD BAT BETTER HAVE A CLEAN PAIR OF KNICKERS HANDY BECAUSE WHEN I-”

 Remus in background: “While I agree with you, Sirius, perhaps we’d better tone it d-” 

 *howler burns a hole in the table*


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Sirius: “HARRY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? Stay with him. Remus and I are on the way.”

 *howler turns black, disintegrates*

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Get The Look:

We haven’t had a get the look for a while! Today we’ll take the look from the colourful and mixed-prints masters, the Dutch, with this watercolour from an Italian album in the Bunka Fashion College collection in Japan.

Because, who doesn’t love some mix-and-match? (images from top):

  1. “North Holland”, ca. 1775, from "An album containing 90 fine water color paintings of costumes.“, Bunka Fashion College.
  2. Printed cotton jacket, 1775-1780, Textile Museum of Canada.
  3. White linen cap, 18th century, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
  4. Blue damask petticoat, Zaans Museum.
  5. Plaid blue and white linen apron, ca. 1776, Colonial Williamsburg.
  6. Debbie shoes, 18th century reproduction, Fugawee.com
  7. Black frame knitted mitts, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
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British gentleman’s court attire with dress sword

A black velvet gentleman’s court outfit with dress sword

Late 19th century/early 20th century, comprising of a black velvet dress coat of 18th century styling, and matching breeches, both with steel cut buttons, with two cream satin waistcoats, a bicorne hat, dress sword, scabbard and belt, within a metal uniform tin box, with the inscription ‘Cha s-E Schwann, M.P’, 'H.Poole & C.O, Savile Row’. (7+box)

FOOTNOTES

With a note reading: Charles Ernest Schwann, M.P.
Name changed to Swann by deed poll 1913. A merchant of Manchester 1864 on. Became Liberal MP for Manchester 1886-1918. Died 1929. Baronet 1906. Last address Princes Gardens, London.

anyway it’s 3 am and i haven’t talked about thororo in Quite Some Time but since ororo can canonically wield mjolnir i can only imagine that anyone daring to fight two thors (thor number 1 and goddess thor) in the sky, aka their turf, would receive the ass whooping of a century
also, matching outfits!!! and the fact that thororo could make you combust just by making eye contact with you because they’re so hot
*anthony mackie voice* walk outside, people go blind
ALSO sky sex, which i know thor is no stranger to… that would be like… possibly a small hurricane. try explaining that shit, television meteorologists

As a matter of fact, capitalist economy is not and cannot be stationary. Nor is it merely expanding in a steady manner. It is incessantly being revolutionized from within by new enterprise…
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Joseph Shumpeter  (1883-1950 ) Austrian economist.

Not the kind of “revolution” that offers false promises to excite emotions and then ends in stagnation and tragedy, the kind that has continually delivered a better life to mankind for over two centuries. No Utopian government revolution has matched the continuous revolution of the free society. 

Songs I'd like to see as a Vento Aureo end theme

The number one artist that comes to mind is Zucchero- probably something like “Baila morena” or something off “Bluesugar.” He’s a husky Italian baladeer that recalls Giorno’s reserved attitude.

Tom Waits’ Rain Dogs album always evoked this part for me- “Tangle ‘Til Their Sore,” “Singapore,” “Rain Dog” all fit. Very much feels like the jangly and fun/oddly sad background music for a bunch of sketchy misfits with weird powers. Hell, many of the character sketches in “Singapore” and “Raindogs” match stand users or their motifs from the part.

The easy one - “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson. It’s waaay too on the nose considering the other end titles not quite that unsubtle (except “Walk Like an Egyptian” for a trip to Egypt) but it’s a jarring, harsh, brutal, and utterly mad sounding track that I can see really building up the tension for Diavolo, a good contrast for the chill “I want you” for the just-as-chill Josuke.

Just some thoughts brought on by that last post.

WAIT

WHAT IF EVERYONE IN NIGHT VALE IS A FASHION DISASTER

NOT JUST CECIL

WHAT IF IT’S BECAUSE THE WORLD ENDED IN 1983 AND NIGHT VALE EXISTS IN AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION IN WHICH ALL TIME PERIODS OVERLAP EACH OTHER AND ALL HAPPEN AT ONCE

AND THEY ALL ARE FASHION DISASTERS BECAUSE THEY ARE WEARING ONE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING FROM ONE CENTURY BUT ARE MATCHING IT WITH LATEST STYLE FROM ANOTHER 

AND THEY ALL SEE IT AS NORMAL BECAUSE ALL TIME PERIODS ARE HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME  SO NOTHING ACTUALLY DOES LOOK OUT OF PLACE AND NOTHING ACTUALLY IS OUT OF PLACE

YOU’RE WEARING A VICTORIAN STYLE SKIRT WITH A METALLICA T-SHIRT AND THE LATEST CYPHER-HAT FROM THE YEAR 2096? LOOKS GREAT! YOU HAVE ON AN ANCIENT ROMAN TOGA WITH A SLAPBACK HAT AND TRADITIONAL  SWEDISH CLOGS? YOU’RE SAVED FROM THE FASHION SPHERE. 

EVERYONE IS A FASHION DISASTER IN NIGHT VALE BECAUSE THE WORLD ENDED IN ANOTHER DIMENSION AND TIME GOT FUCKED UP FOR THEM