#1722

[dailysmilingnatsume]

#daily-smiling-natsume #natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #nyanko sensei #madara #ch99 #1722

[mapsontheweb]

Map of Mexico and Florida, 1722

#maps #mexico #florida #1722 #old maps

[artschoolglasses]

Portrait of Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough, christian Friedrich Zincke, 1722

#portrait of Sarah Churchill Duchess of marlborough #christian Friedrich zincke #zincke #1722 #1720s #1700s #18th century #portrait #painting #miniature #art #Sarah Churchill

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ The Emperor Sailing, from The Story of the Emperor of China

Artist: Guy-Louis Vernansal

Place of origin: Beauvais, France

Date: 1716–1722

Medium: Wool, silk, and silvered- and-gilt-metal-strip-wrapped silk, slit and double interlocking tapestry weave with some areas of 2:2 plain interlacings of silvered-and-gilt-metal wefts.

#18th century #history of art #decorative arts #18th century art #history #art #tapestry #the emperor sailing #france #1716 #1722

[yourdailyqueer]

Caroline Stanhope, Countess of Harrington (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: 8 April 1722  

RIP: 26 June 1784

Ethnicity: White - British

Occupation: Socialite

Note: After being blackballed by the English social group The Female Coterie, she founded The New Female Coterie, a social club of courtesans and "fallen women" that met in a brothel.

#Caroline Stanhope #lgbt history #bisexual history #bisexuality #lgbt #female #bisexual #1722 #rip #historical #white #socialite

[teritelnirbenothing]

#map #palestine #book #1722

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Playing

Jan Dismas Zelenka THE TRIO SONATAS

Heinz Holliger

Christiane Jaccottet, Jonathan Rubin, Klaus Stoll, Klaus Thunemann, Maurice Bourgue, Thomas Zehetmair

#currently playing #Jan Dismas Zelenka #Heinz Holliger #Baroque music #1722 #1972

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He smil’d when he heard all this, and I ask’d him how he could make so light of it, when he must needs know that if there was any Discovery, I was Undone for ever? and that even it would hurt him, tho’ not Ruin him, as it would me: I upbraided him, that he was like all the rest of the Sex, that when they had the Character and Honour of a Woman at their Mercy, often times made it their Jest, and at least look’d upon it as a Trifle, and counted the Ruin of those, they had had their Will of, as a thing of no value.

Daniel Defoe, The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders

#the fortunes and misfortunes of the famous moll flanders #moll flanders #daniel defoe #1722 #1720s #18th century #english literature #queue pierce my soul

[russellolsonart]

2022 Daily drawing no.:261 Daily drawing no. to date.: 1,722 . . . . . . #day261of2022 #day1722 #1722 #september #september2022 #procreate #character #random #onedrawingadaychallenge #onedrawingaday #dailydrawing #drawing #illustration #russellolsonart https://www.instagram.com/p/CirUKEPOuuO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#day261of2022 #day1722 #1722 #september #september2022 #procreate #character #random #onedrawingadaychallenge #onedrawingaday #dailydrawing #drawing #illustration #russellolsonart

[profamer]

300 Years Ago Today:  Andrew Dacier, a very celebrated French critic and philosopher, died. He translated many of the classics. #history #thisdayinhistory

SEPTEMBER 18, 1722  Andrew Dacier, a very celebrated French critic and philosopher, died. He translated many of the classics. SOURCE: The Every Day Book of History and Chronology by Joel Munsell (gutenberg.org) Thanks for visting!

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#1722 #300 years ago #September 18 #This Day in History

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𝔖𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔈𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔶 ℜ. 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℭ. 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭.

#Skeletons dancing #Etching #R. Stamper #C. Sharp. #Sharp Christopher 1722-1797 #art #artwork #painting #Illustration #memento mori #between 1700 and 1799 #skeletons #skull #skulls #skeleton #dancing

[lostdrarryfics]

Hi! I’m looking for a fic that I read several years ago. At the time it wasn’t finished yet but then I forgot the name so I couldn’t go back and look. It’s an 8th year post war fic where McGonagall is the new headmistresses and she decided to start a pen pal program through magical journals. Basically all the 8th years are required to write to their partners through out the year. Obviously Harry and Draco become partners (but they don’t know it) and end up getting really close. They also start to get along better in real life as well. I think all the 8th years are required to go to small groups with mind healers leading them. Harry struggles with alcohol throughout and Draco frequently self harms with the crucio curse.

The students are able to send gifts to their journal partners through magic boxes. That’s really all I remember. I think I read it on fanfiction.net but I’m not 100% sure. Would really appreciate any help finding it. Thanks!!

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[pinkstarlightcomputer]

Christian Berentz The Elegant Snack 1717 Oil on canvas 52 x 67.5 cm Galleria Corsini

#german artist #1658-1722 #Christian Berentz #food art

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ Pair of lion-dogs or ‘dogs of fo’.

Period: Qing dynasty; Reign of Kangxi

Date: 1662-1722

Place of origin: China: Jiangxi (province); Jingdezhen

Medium: Porcelain

#17th century #art #16th century #history #decorative arts #history of art #asia #asian #china #chinese #porcelain #dogs #dogs of fo #lion dogs #qing dynasty #Kangxi #1662 #1722

[chadlesbianjasontodd]

"white copper" (zinc-copper alloy) basin engraved with scene of cranes, showing peach and evergreen tree growing from a rock above water. rim engraved with flower-and-leaf designs; high rim edge with (very narrow) bats and clouds. ca. kangxi period, 1650-1720.

#china #qing dynasty #kangxi period #decorative arts #museum trawling #image source: the victoria and albert museum #(kangxi reigned 1661-1722) #look at those fucked up looking peaches. those weird and hostile cranes. incredible!! #all the floral borderwork and the waves and clouds are so.....fine. standard-looking. publicly acceptable. but the cranes? the peaches? MAN #imagine getting up in the morning and having those cranes staring evilly at you while you wash your face

[circus-clown-calvary]

Glow in the Dark Ceiling Stars

Gillion knew something was wrong when found Jay on the docs. The moon was still high and the water’s were calm. At first he almost missed her, thinking she was just a stranger but Jay had waved when their eyes meet; it was a small wave, Jay barely even picked up her hand, but it was enough to see the navy jacket underneath the blanket she had around her shoulders.

“Awfully late for a walk, Jay” he said as he approached. Jay offered a weak smile in return but not much else.

“Mind if I join you?” Jay nodded, opened her arms to offer half the blanket. Gillion took it gratefully. It wasn’t freezing but it was nippy.

“Is everything alright?” He asked pressing closer to her. Jay was quiet for a while, only offering a shrug as an answer.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She settled for. Gillion could see the exhaustion on her face. Like she hadn’t slept in days. She looked sunken and pale. Dark circles under here eyes and a distant, clouded look in them like everything was far away to her.

“Is everything alright?” He was tentative to ask. Jays wasn’t one to really express how she was feeling.

She hummed in response. Quiet and small. She was leaning against the cement barrier on the doc. She hadn’t acknowledge him since he arrived next to her. She was looking out at the sea, foggy eyed and distant. The sea has caught her in a trance, one that she wasn’t inclined to break.

It did nothing to ease his worry. He wanted to say something else but Gillion struggled to find the right thing to say. He wasn’t the sentimental type. He didn’t really know how to talk to people. He wished he new what to say now. Wished he had even a sliver of Jays intelligence or Chips charisma. Anything to be able to say something.

“ ‘s just a nightmare, Gill,” Jay said instead. “You don’t have to worry.” But he did worry, he wanted to say. He want to ease any pain she felt, to fix the issues keeping her from sleeping. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t believe she was ok. He wanted to reach out and hold her until things were better.

Edyn was always better at things like this. She always knew the right things to say and how to make the hurt go away. He was half tempted to call her and ask but he’d didn’t really see a good way that would work out.

“Maybe, uhm…do you, maybe want to talk about it? It may help ease you.” He cringed internally. Gods he was so bad at this.

Jay offered him a tired smile and a pity chuckle but didn’t say anything right away. She just starred at him, searching for something that wasn’t there before looking out at the ocean again.

They stayed like for a while. Gillion was convinced she wasn’t going to talk to him anymore tonight. And though it ached him to know Jay was hurting, he knew there wasn’t much else he could do. So he did what little he could. He wrapped the blanket tighter around their them, stood close and stared out at the sea with her. She may be hurting but that didn’t mean she had to do it alone.

“Back in my village,” Jay stared voice quite and meek “I had these um, these little star things. They stuck onto my ceiling and when the lights went out they’d glow this pale green. Ava got them for me. ‘Got them at a carnival or a merchant or something. I don’t know anymore we were really young at that point.

“I hated the dark.” She continued. “Absolutely hated it. I never felt safe when I couldn’t see anything. So when I had to turn out all the lights I’d get really scared and I’d panic. So she got them for me. Helped me stick them to the ceiling above my bed so I’d always have a little light.

“As I got older, you think I’d grow out of them but I just…I never did. They kept the nightmares away. Especially when we got to old to share a bed or a room. I just…it felt wrong to take them down. I guess I was still scared.” She sniffled and took shaky breaths. Gillion couldn’t tell if she was shaking or if it was the wind, but he new he didn’t like it.

“So I uh, I kept them up.” She continued “Never took them down even when I left. I think I they’re still up actually, if my father didn’t completely ransack my room when I left.” She chucked, dry and humorless. “I just…I never had the guts to take them down, you know? Like a part of me was still scared of monsters under the bed.”

She laughed again bitterly, angrily . “God, my sister was murdered and I was still scared of the damn boogie monster.” She hid her face in her hands, curled into herself, almost ashamed of herself. Every passing moment Jay looked smaller and smaller. A child in a grown woman’s body just trying to make it through the night. It struck a cord in Gillion; deep and true and painful.

“Jay it’s not…It’s not shameful to be afraid.” She looked at him then. “Fear is…it is a natural part of being alive. Everyone fears something. It’s especially easy to be frightened in the face of loss.” She studied his face for a long while. Looking for something but he didn’t know what.

“My sister is gone Gill, and all I can think of is a glorified nightlight.”

He frowned, put his hands on her shoulders, held her firmly, turned her so she’d look at him.

“You we’re just a kid. And she gave you stars. It’s ok to miss it.”

“I miss my sister too. “ he started. Shaky breath and eyes that were far to honest. “After an argument with the elders I…I wasn’t allowed to see her anymore. All-Port was the first time I’d seen her in a long time but…but it didn’t hurt any less.

“I was lucky enough to have Pretzel by my side as a sort of parting gift but it never took away the hurt. I still missed her. It was still so lonely in the Trench. So isolating.

“I guess I’m trying to say that I get it. Not fully, not the exact same way. I can’t know the pain of losing someone so close to me but um. I just uhm, I can relate to missing a sister.”

He didn’t let go of her, he let Jay study him again. And like rain he watched tears start to fall. Slowly at first but they quickened, falling one after another into more of a waterfall than rain. Wrapped his arms around Jay as she buckled under her own weight. Held her tight, pulled her weight into him. He held her close , gently carried them to the floor as she wept. Cradling her head to his chest, holding her tight, burrowing his face into her hair as he too started to cry.

And suddenly he was a child. And suddenly he had never felt so small. And suddenly the sinking feeling in his chest was filled with all the hurt he had never let himself feel. And suddenly they were two broken kids mourning the loss of their sisters far to early to be fair.

And suddenly the world didn’t feel quite so big.

He dosent know how long they spent outside. He dose know that Jay felt so small in his hands. That he shook with ferocity of it all. Felt his body go limp and lock up at the same time. That Jay’s hands shook as they held onto him. He’d never seen her hands shake so much. Her chest heaved, trying to swallow air through to many tears and too much pain.

He had buried his face into her neck, hiding himself behind a curtain of her hair. He realizes he’d been crying more than he though because the spot on her shoulder had been damp.

Gillion can’t remember the last time he had cried. It must have been years ago, and longer since that he’s felt so know; so seen. It felt like…well, he didn’t know what it felt like yet. There was this numbness settling in his soul and an exhaustion filling his marrow. Maybe he’d be able to make sense of the pit in his chest, the heaviness in his stomach, tomorrow; but not tonight he decided.

Tonight he’d be ok with just this.

He looked down at Jay. She was calmed now, limp in his hold. Breathing even and eyes shut tight. Gillion sighed but couldn’t help the ghost of a smile creep on his face. She looked peaceful now, worry lines melted back to smooth skin and no worry furrowed brows. It was better this way, he though. At least now she might get some rest.

He carried her back to the ship, carful not to jostle her in his arms. When he got to the room Chip was still fast a sleep; go figure. He laid Jay onto her bed covered her with the blanket she had carried out. Tucker her in the way Edyn use to do.

He looked at his friends, then to his barrel. Quietly, he picked it up and moved it closer to the two before crawling in.

Pretzel was there half asleep waiting for him. He smiled holding his hands out for her. He held her close, kissed the top of her pink head, and was thankful that tears couldn’t be seen underwater.

In the morning, Jay would hug him close; thank him for his kindness. In the morning he’d hug her in return. He’d thank the goddess for giving him a second sister. In the morning, he’d have to reflect on himself; on his losses. In the morning there would be a new adventure awaiting on the horizon.

But it wasn’t morning yet. The moon was still high, the sky still dark, and so he’d let himself feel this for just a while longer.

#jrwishow #jrwi riptide #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi jay #jrwi gillion #gillian tidestrider #jay ferin #tw: mentions of murder #tw: mention of death #word count: 1722 #honks words #NavySeal being siblings #:’) <3 #no cut bc I’m mobile :/ #sorry