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xlizardx:

Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury

Is it color-corrected or whatever they tend to do to space photos? Still, awfully awesome, in the original senses of the words.

becomming:

xlizardx:

Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury

Is it color-corrected or whatever they tend to do to space photos? Still, awfully awesome, in the original senses of the words.

Zoe Saldana for L'Oreal (x)
"Being a former dancer, classical dancer, it informed me as a human being just in terms of the grace I guess. Ballet is a very graceful form of art. You also become very aware of your body, and your mind and your body is working in conjunction. That kind of helps you in acting as well."

Oh, she is just too lovely.

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Because sometimes, you need a kiss blown to you.

Because sometimes, you need a kiss blown to you.

(Source: libulan)

kellysue:

nitratediva:

Rita Hayworth in Gilda (1946).

She makes seem perfectly natural to put on your stockings in a high kick. 

?? You don’t do that? There’s another way?
(I’m perfectly serious, but I did learn how to put on stockings from my mother, who spent over 30 years involved (acting/directing/Board-of-Directoring) with Fairbanks Light Opera Theatre, a community theater that puts on musicals/light opera at least twice a year.)
(I’m just saying, her raising me is the reason why I feel life would be better if we vamped around more and occasionally had large chorus numbers. Preferably in the Safeway. There is no Safeway that could not be improved by a kickline.)

kellysue:

nitratediva:

Rita Hayworth in Gilda (1946).

She makes seem perfectly natural to put on your stockings in a high kick. 

?? You don’t do that? There’s another way?

(I’m perfectly serious, but I did learn how to put on stockings from my mother, who spent over 30 years involved (acting/directing/Board-of-Directoring) with Fairbanks Light Opera Theatre, a community theater that puts on musicals/light opera at least twice a year.)

(I’m just saying, her raising me is the reason why I feel life would be better if we vamped around more and occasionally had large chorus numbers. Preferably in the Safeway. There is no Safeway that could not be improved by a kickline.)

Orphan Black - Season 1 - Master Class of Acting: Tatiana Maslany

As disappointed as I am about the Emmys, Tatiana Maslany has fully proven to us what an acting powerhouse she is. In addition to any one of her major clone roles being an achievement by itself, she plays each one so differently, from how they cry, to the nervous smiles at being caught, pulling somebody into a kiss, the way they hug, faking an accent, faking faking an accent, how they’re surprised and on and on and on.

And Tatiana the actress has just handled her popularity, her co-stars, her fans, everyone involved with so much grace and kindness and intelligence and humor. She’s shown how much of a technical wonder she is, knowing how to work the multiple clone scenes with precision, where and when to turn and look and move, but she’s just as skilled an actual character actor, playing so many women believably, sometimes playing each other with the little cracks to show they’re not the same, the tiny little things like smirking at a drunk friend or pouring sugar into a bowl of jello. The insight she has into not only the women she plays but the world they live in, the differences in their circumstances, their dynamics with other people, the awareness of feminist and LGBT issues all just make her freaking incredible.

Really, really need to start watching this show.

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epifight:

Sarah Bernhardt as Hamlet (1899), Act V Scene 2.

She was just… amazing. Yes, I’ll use that.

suricattus:

Happy 450th, Master Shakespeare!

Indeed.

suricattus:

Happy 450th, Master Shakespeare!

Indeed.

nattie-k:

johnrossbowie:

WATCH THIS: Jamie Parker does the St. Crispins Day speech from Henry the V.

I got to see this production a couple years ago, with one crucial difference - it was raining that night, pissing wet London weather pouring down on the real groundlings, standing in front of the stage for 3 hours, wearing slickers (I had splurged for slightly better seats, I’m nobody’s idea of a hero). When Parker came down to do that last chunk (“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers / for he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile*”) he did so at the lip of the stage, uncovered … getting soaked in the rain with all the groundlings. At the risk of sounding just too corny for you to keep reading, it was why we go to the theater at all. Dig in. And Happy Birthday Shakespeare.

*I’ve probably got a couple words wrong, but before you yell at me, I did it from memory.

Exactly this! Thank you for sharing :)

Oh, wow. I got goosebumps just from the description of that performance. This is why I go to theater, perform in theater, and love theater so much. 

muspeccoll:

Shakespeare’s sonnets : in two parts / illuminated by N. Leoni.  [Cambridge, Mass.?] : Geo. D. Sproul, 1901.  Saint Dunstan ed. 

MERLIN catalog record

"Eighteen copies only of this edition have been made for sale in America, and twelve copies only for sale in Europe, and … no future edition will be issued … this copy … has been specially illuminated throughout by Nestore Leoni for John E. Berwind, and no two copies are alike."  Our copy is no. sixteen, signed by the illuminator and publisher.

Oh, this is lovely. 

In honor of Master Shakespeare’s birthday

Sonnet 47

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, 
And each doth good turns now unto the other: 
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look, 
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast 
And to the painted banquet bids my heart; 
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest 
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love, 
Thyself away art resent still with me; 
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee; 
   Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight 
   Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.