but seriously, honestly, genuinely, with full 100% sincerity, we were watching starter for 10 clips last night and like oh my god? ben c is literally just??? an amazing actor?? he acts circles around other people, i was genuinely tearing my hair out and screaming at how amazing he is, like oh my god. in dome mediocre uni flick, comparing everyone else to him its like he was the only person even acting. he’s so in control of his every movement, and he can do comedy in an effortless way that evokes the whimsey of a cartoon character while still being totally believable AND funny too??? he’s honestly amazing and i cannot believe it and i cannot stand people discrediting how hard he works

5. Cerberus

“For Hell and the foul fiend that rules, God’s everlasting fiery jails. (Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, Are senseless stories, idle tales, Dreams, whimseys, and no more.” - John Wilmot

Sutekh/Set trying to be playful with a less-than-willing-to-play Ra. They’re characters from my original work, “NIBIRU”. I’m really into Egyptian mythology, I think I’d like to approach Kemetic practices one day… Who knows~!

anonymous asked:

A Heart Fully Convinced anon here! Imagine Laf on Valentines Day writing a letter to Adrienne, feeling like seeing the general, thinking about how his love for the two of them is similar, yet also different. He heads to Washingtons office and teaches him some magic to conjure better flowers than the ones found at Valley Forge for Martha. And he sees a softer side to Washington, a small smile on his face, flowers in his hand and he tries not to wonder if he's ever smiled like that for him

Hello, my lovely! So this is great. I really adore it, but I have to confess that your ask got me curious about 18th century Valentine’s customs, and look, look, look what I found:

These name-drawing rituals could become quite elaborate, to the point of resembling European folk-magic. Consider the following example, described in a 1755 letter by an anonymous girl dubbed “Arabella Whimsey”:

Last Friday, Mr. Town, was Valentine’s Day, and I’ll tell you what I did the night before. I got five bay-leaves and pinned them to the four corners of my pillow, and the fifth one to the middle; and then if I dreamt of my sweetheart, Betty said we should be married before the year was out. But to make it more sure, I boiled an egg hard, and took out the yolk, and filled it up with salt: and when I went to bed, eat it shell and all, without speaking or drinking after it, and this was to have the same effect with the bay-leaves. We also wrote our lovers names upon bits of paper; and rolled them up in clay, and put them into water; and the first that rose up, was to be our Valentine. Would you think it? Mr. Blossom was my man: and I lay a-bed and shut my eyes all the morning, till he came to our house; for I would not have seen another man before him for all the world.

So this is amazing, right? I really, really, really like the idea of Lafayette trying to teach Hamilton some Valentine’s sweetheart magic for fun (while Washington pretends to be above it all but is secretly introduced) but wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the magic ended up being a little too true?

Ugh, I’m very easy, and this is very cliche, but I just really want Adrienne’s name floating up in the water as it should, and Hamilton nods, trying to understand the magic, but oh what’s this? A second name is floating up- and Lafayette practically has to tackle Hamilton to shut him up because Washington is looking over at them, curious about the commotion.


For those feeling overwhelmed by all the sad news and pictures and upsetting posts, take a break and look at my cats.
Top left: Nova, resident squeaker
Top right: Cosmo, resident purr bug
Bottom left: Ninja, resident princess
Bottom right: Whimsey, resident grumpypants
Feel better and feel free to reblog! I love you all ❤️


Happy Birthday to Dorothy L. Sayers, born 13 June 1893, best remembered today for her series of murder mysteries featuring amateur sleuth and English aristocrat Lord Peter Whimsey, who featured in eleven novels and two volumes of short stories, as well as her English language translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy that preserved the original Italian terza rima (aba bcb cdc, etc). stanzas.

“Books…are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with ‘em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.”—Lord Peter Whimsey, from The Unpleasantness at The Bellona Club