had a very shiny nose. and if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. //emily. porcupine(s) laughing
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mythandrists:

Fake TV Show Meme | Hannibal/Pushing Daisies: "A-pie-ritif"

I’m sure, dear Tattlers, you’ve read what the Times had to say on the subject of Hannibal Lecter’s trial and conviction on seventeen counts of first-degree murder and cannibalism, and on the heroic actions of Private Detective Emerson Cod and his special agent, known to the mainstream press simply as “the Pie-maker.”
But you haven’t heard how it all started, how the eight of us (dead girl Charlotte Charles, known then only by the name ‘Chuck’; her aunts, the Darling Mermaid Darlings; Emerson and his Pie-maker; Olive Snook; Dr. Lecter; and yours truly) sat around the aunts’ kitchen table on Sunday nights and enjoyed Lecter’s cooking. Horrible to admit, I know, but there’s no sense pretending it didn’t happen.
It was June when Aunt Lily dropped the serving plate into the center of the table with a clatter and a scream. “It’s beating,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s alive - Olive, my shotgun, quickly!”
It was Chuck who dug her fingers into the pastry and pulled it free - a human heart that throbbed out a few last, shuddering beats, and went still.

A moment of silence, and then … “How unexpected,” said Lecter, a faint, voyeuristic smile twitching at one corner of his mouth. “One of us kills them, and one brings them back to life. We shall have to figure out which, no?”
There was a smack from the other end of the table, and every head in the room whipped around to stare at Emerson Cod as he slammed his palms down on the table and got breathlessly to his feet. “Unexpected?” he said, mopping at his brow with a starched dinner napkin. “I think the word you’re looking for is just damn freaky.”
I don’t think anyone else noticed the white flash of Lecter’s teeth as he sipped from his wine glass, his gaze never once leaving Cod’s. A challenge, a first move, the white queen’s-pawn to lead. You know how much I hate chess metaphors, but how else can I make you understand exactly what Lecter thought of us?
You, dear reader, have never seen those teeth.
(Inspired by this post.)

mythandrists:

Fake TV Show Meme | Hannibal/Pushing Daisies: "A-pie-ritif"
I’m sure, dear Tattlers, you’ve read what the Times had to say on the subject of Hannibal Lecter’s trial and conviction on seventeen counts of first-degree murder and cannibalism, and on the heroic actions of Private Detective Emerson Cod and his special agent, known to the mainstream press simply as “the Pie-maker.”

But you haven’t heard how it all started, how the eight of us (dead girl Charlotte Charles, known then only by the name ‘Chuck’; her aunts, the Darling Mermaid Darlings; Emerson and his Pie-maker; Olive Snook; Dr. Lecter; and yours truly) sat around the aunts’ kitchen table on Sunday nights and enjoyed Lecter’s cooking. Horrible to admit, I know, but there’s no sense pretending it didn’t happen.

It was June when Aunt Lily dropped the serving plate into the center of the table with a clatter and a scream. “It’s beating,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s alive - Olive, my shotgun, quickly!”

It was Chuck who dug her fingers into the pastry and pulled it free - a human heart that throbbed out a few last, shuddering beats, and went still.

A moment of silence, and then … “How unexpected,” said Lecter, a faint, voyeuristic smile twitching at one corner of his mouth. “One of us kills them, and one brings them back to life. We shall have to figure out which, no?”

There was a smack from the other end of the table, and every head in the room whipped around to stare at Emerson Cod as he slammed his palms down on the table and got breathlessly to his feet. “Unexpected?” he said, mopping at his brow with a starched dinner napkin. “I think the word you’re looking for is just damn freaky.”

I don’t think anyone else noticed the white flash of Lecter’s teeth as he sipped from his wine glass, his gaze never once leaving Cod’s. A challenge, a first move, the white queen’s-pawn to lead. You know how much I hate chess metaphors, but how else can I make you understand exactly what Lecter thought of us?

You, dear reader, have never seen those teeth.

(Inspired by this post.)

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Candy might be sweet, but it’s a traveling carnival blowing through town. Pie is home. People always come home.

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mewtwo870:

hooligan fruit causing trouble at night

mewtwo870:

hooligan fruit causing trouble at night

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aradine:

um so after i watched Captain america 2, all i could think about was how sexy scarlett johansson was

aradine:

um so after i watched Captain america 2, all i could think about was how sexy scarlett johansson was

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Bootleg Breaking Bad DVD cover in China

Bootleg Breaking Bad DVD cover in China

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marvelcinematicuniversephase2:

The Avengers: Age of Ultron On Set Photos featuring Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, & Ultron

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alltimecraziness:

Do you want to build a pentagonal dodecahedron…..?It doesn’t have to be a pentagonal dodecahedron.

alltimecraziness:

Do you want to build a pentagonal dodecahedron…..?
It doesn’t have to be a pentagonal dodecahedron.

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Gottfried von Berlichingen (c. 1480-1562) also known as Götz of the Iron Hand, was a German Imperial Knight and mercenary. 

“During the siege of the city of Landshut, he lost his right arm when enemy cannon fire forced his sword against him. He had a mechanical prosthetic iron replacement made, capable of holding objects from a sword to a feather pen.

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errantlight:

Saddle, ca. 1570–80 [Italian (Milan)]

Saddle, ca. 1400–1420 [Central Europe, perhaps Bohemia]

Saddle, 15th century [Tibetan]

Set of saddle plates, ca. 1400 [Tibetan or Chinese]

Since I can’t just go to the Met on a whim anymore, I’ve spent a good chunk of the morning on their website. :P

For all the artists on my dash, there are a lot of gorgeous photographs of Arms and Armor including a lot of detailed close-ups.

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