Julia of Prussia in a riding habit, c. 1810, by Thomas Lawrence (?)
This portrait was commissioned by her brother, Gilbert of Prussia. In the late 19th century, the portrait went missing from her home in Berlin but was recovered five months later. Currently, the portrait is in the possession of her youngest brother, Ludwig of Germany, and not available for public viewing.
Artist: Elizabeth Wakou (twi: elizamaru_)
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*Used references when drawing
(Queen Louise of Prussia’s riding habit, see here;
Elisabeth of Hesse or Elizabeth Feodorovna of Russia’s facial features, see here;
for anna : penthouse , perfume , jazz / for orpheus : diamonds , lace , lipstick / for tara : champagne , roses , sheet mask / for kat : bubble bath , faux fur , gold
♡¸.•* 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 : 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
( anna )
penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.
❝ hmmm... nothing too big. comfortable. almost a cottage in the woods feel, but y’know... not in the woods. there’s bits of art and color everywhere. lots of neutral tones and plants. ooh, a big comfy bed too !! ❞
perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?
❝ something that reminds you of s’mores !! like that woodburning smell, burnt marshmallow, and even that faint smell of chocolate. ❞
jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.
❝ make a move by lawerence, because i’m such an awkward mess when it comes to flirting and talking to pretty people in general. or, at least, that’s what people tell me. ha... ❞
( orpheus )
diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?
❝ well, i’ve never had that much money that i could excessively spend it... even if i did, i most likely wouldn’t splurge on much. you can’t buy happiness, after all. ❞
lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?
❝ well, a lot considering i remember a lot more. like, i have remember the song i was working on. or... the song i finished, but is it really finished ??? ❞
lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?
❝ i don’t particularly dislike talking to strangers. i don’t go out of my way to talk to new people, with few exceptions, but i wouldn’t say i necessarily avoid it either... ❞
( tara )
champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?
❝ oh, dude, i go through phrases. one week, it’s the rock cycle. the next, it’s how i’ve been teaching myself how to ollie. then another... it’s about gold mining. this week, it’s video games though, specifically this stupid mmo. ugh ! i keep getting matched with freakin’ noobs !! ❞
roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
❝ easy. summer. don’t need to worry about layers and staying warm. ❞
sheet mask: what’s your favorite lazy activity?
❝ ugh, all of them? i love being lazy, man. but, uh... if you’re gonna make me pick, it’s probably video games. ❞
( kath )
bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?
❝ i shower, i brush my teeth, check my emails... usually wish my mom goodnight. nothing too exciting. ❞
faux fur: describe your wardrobe.
❝ a lot of button - ups and blouses, mostly patterned... jeans, modest skirts, almost all high - waisted. there’s a lot of neutrals and blues. lot of that. as for my shoes, most don’t have a heel ; either it flats, boots, or nicer sneakers... ❞
gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.
❝ i’m not much of a foodie but... maybe one of my mom’s pasta dishes? she makes a good lasgna, funny enough. it obviously wouldn’t be perfect if it wasn’t with my mom. like a chill night in, no worrying about work, maybe even a chick flick. a dinner and a movie, if you will. ❞
hey lovely ! josie & lizzie actual age is 29 yrs old ! however, hypothetically, if they turned at 22 & became a heretic, then both ages would be added to the app (( example: 22/29 )) ! so, there fc depends on if they were turned or not ! nonetheless, here are some fc ideas !
tiera skovbye, shantel vansanten, lili reinhart, jennifer lawerance, dove cameron, ginny gardner, natalia dyer,meg donnelly, chloë grace moretz,ashley benson, , kathryn newton, josefine, or olivia holt for lizzie saltzman !!
sofia carsonanna popplewell, bruna marquezine,danielle campbell, bridget satterlee , maia mitchell && yvette monrealcould be nice options for josie saltzman !! if you don’t like them, don’t be afraid to let me know !!
The thick wooden doors of the manor opened with a pained squeak, the old rusted hinges groaning wearily at the sudden disturbance of their peaceful slumber.
The manor’s interior had been untouched by the radiant light of the sun for a long time, exposing a layer of dust so thick on every object, it looked like everything had been brushed with a thin coat of grey paint. A figure stood in the sun’s rays, like an angel from the heavens.
Lawrence Blackburn was a self made millionaire from a small town in the middle of England, certainly not an angelic creature from high above. It is true that he had a very kind, loving nature, but he was only a man, albeit a particularly rare peculiar breed. Ever since he was a young boy, owning an old, authentic manor had been an eccentric dream of his. An indescribable need for a building like this had haunted him, a want that snapped at his heels at every turn in his life.
And now, with his fortunes large and stable, his goal had finally arrived.
A childish grin was stretched across his face, with an equally childlike glee glinting in his eyes. He strode forwards into the large foyer, his polished leather shoes leaving clear imprints in the grime. A laugh involuntarily escaped from him, a pure, wonderful sound which echoed throughout the dark, empty house. His shoes squeaked on the wood as he span around slowly, his eyes thirstily drinking in the sight of the building.
It was decrepit. No doubts about it, but to Lawrence, it just added to the charm.
A loud ringing from his pocket rudely interrupted him from his thoughts, but his smile was still there when he pulled out the portable cellular phone.
“Hello, this is Lawrence.” He said, one hand on his hip, his gaze still on the old, battered house. He paused for a second, then his eyes lit up, somehow showing yet more joy.
“Anna! I was just about to call you actually, I’m here at the manor!” He said, a laugh bubbling from his lips at the end of his sentence. He started walking forwards, further into the giant room. He was quiet, listening intently to the voice on the other side of the connection, but it appeared although his mind was focused on the conversation, his body certainly was not, his legs pacing and his eyes still searching.
He had reached one of the twin staircases which ran up the side of the foyer when he spoke again, resting one of his arms on the dull, wooden handrail.
“Anna. It. Is. Incredible! It’s honestly exactly how I pictured it, you’ve done a sterling job finding it. Whereabouts did you hear about it?”
Another pause.
“Alright, forget I asked, you’re speaking swahili as far as I’m concerned!” He chuckled, one of his fingers rubbing absentmindedly on the banister as he spoke.
“I tell you what, I’ve got my work cut out with me for this one, it’s going to be a right bastard...”
He listened to the voice, then gasped in shock, slapping his free hand on the handrail.
“Demolish it?! Are you mental?! No, no, no, Anna. I’m not going to do anything of the sort! Would you burn the original copy of the odyssey just because it’s old and it’s missing a few pages?” He exclaimed in horror dramatically.
An apologetic voice mumbled through the phone.
“Well then! No, I’m going to renovate this place. It’s going to be all prim and proper, but I’m going to be extremely careful about what we do. We’re going to repair and reconstruct, but we’re not going to wreck anything or change anything. It’s going to be exactly how it was.”
The same voice mumbled through the phone, only this time it was distress that coloured it’s words.
“You leave the funds to me Anna, I’ve got it all planned out-”
His sentence was stopped in its tracks as a noise rattled through the house. It was a faint sound, but in the quiet of the abandoned manor, it was clear as day.
It had come from upstairs.
The voice on the phone buzzed again, but Lawrence’s attention was firmly fixed on the noise. “Lawrence!” The phone barked. He snapped back to the phone as he climbed the old steps, his soles rapping sharply on each one.
“Sorry Anna, it seems like we’ve another bloody problem to add to the list. I think there’s rats here or something, I’ve just heard something from upstairs.” He explained to the phone, still walking.
He stopped after a few steps and laughed.
“Someone here? Anna, do you realize just how far out this place is from the rest of civilization? It’s in the middle of bum fuck nowhere!” He said with a smile, resuming his ascension up the stairs.
“Anna, I’m telling you, it’s rats or something. Don’t you worry about me, I can handle myself, you know what my middle name is?” He asked.
He’d reached the top of the staircase, when the noise sounded again, although much quieter than before.
“It’s Dan. You know what’s got Dan in it?” He asked again, heading down one of the corridors to his left. A half rotten sign let him know he was heading to the servant’s quarters.
“Dangerous. Do you get it?! Dan-gerous?”
The phone sighed extremely loudly. Lawrence laughed again.
“Look I tell you what, I’ll stay on the phone and if you hear a maniac trying to kill me, just call the police and let them know where I am. If I’m lucky they’ll be here just before christmas.” Another playful smile had sprung into existence as he spoke.
He had stopped walking, trying to remember where the noise had come from. Only a dark corridor greeted him, with a few precious shafts of light shining through the boarded up windows. To some people, this would have been a terrifying situation. Hearing noises from a supposedly empty house, miles and miles away from any form of civilization, let alone any police constables.
But to Lawrence, this was all part of exploring the house. It was his glorious adventure and Lawrence knew from prior experiences that when things seemed bad, the mind had a habit of making them much, much worse.
“I prefer dashing and daring Anna, not stupid and careless-”
It was barely audible this time, but to Lawrence who was hunting for the source, he could make it out. The last door on the right. He strode forwards once again, desire burning brightly within him.
“It’s really quiet, definitely rodents. I’m right next to it now, it’s just through this door. Wish me luck...if I’m not back, avenge my death.”
The door was stubborn, taking a few good pushes to open, but open it did. Unlike the darkness of the corridor, this particular room had no boards on the windows and none of the furnishings were broken. It was old and dusty of course, but nothing was damaged. That in itself was strange, but Lawrence’s attention was completely and utterly focused upon something else entirely.
In the direct centre of the barren room, there was a coat stand. It was made of simple, ordinary metal, but the metal had no signs of rust or wear, despite the long years it had spent alone.
But it wasn’t the coat stand Lawrence was infatuated with.
It was the cane hanging from it.
The small piece of polished black wood shone with a near mirror finish, making it stand out amongst the field of dust like a diamond in coals. Although there were no embellishments to the metal top, no engravings or carvings, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Lawrence couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
Something within that inanimate object called to him. Although it made no sound, did nothing special, he knew for a fact that he was supposed to have this cane. His sole purpose in life was to possess this cane. The rest of the room seemed to fade, not turning black or disappearing into oblivion, but it suddenly had become unimportant to Lawrence. For Lawrence, the rest of the room did not exist, the only thing that did, was the cane.
The phone clattered to the floor, rattling onto the wood with a dull series of thuds. A voice still buzzed from the phone, but Lawrence was not there to answer it. That noise from the phone was distant, a faraway faint thing that did not matter any more. The only thing that mattered was the cane.
Vague absent thoughts flashed through his mind, but he no longer cared what the thoughts were. All that mattered was picking up the cane, feeling it in his hands.
He could hear a voice now, a siren song whispering beautifully in his ears.
It’s yours Lawrence.
It always has been.
Take it and-
It was meant for you-
TAKE IT-
Please...just grab-
TAKE IT.
There was quiet after the voices. Not a single floorboard within the manor house creaked, none of the moth eaten drapes even so much as moved an inch. None of the doors grumbled or groaned, half broken chandeliers remained perfectly still.
Then, a laugh permeated through the confines of the house, reverberating through the corridors and rooms with ease. This was not the same laugh that Lawerence had when he first entered. It was something else entirely. A cold, dark sound, not how any laugh should ever be. A true laugh should be uncontaminated by the swirling vines of situation, it should be free, warm and bright.
This laugh had none of those things.
It was empty, hollow and icy.
Sharp as glass and twice as brittle.
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Bydd Llywodraeth Agored yn helpu i gyflawni ein Nodau Llesiant
Blog gan Anna Nicholl, Cyfarwyddwr Strategaeth yn WCVA, ynglŷn â’i phrofiad o’r Uwchgynhadledd Llywodraeth Agored yn Tbilisi, Georgia, a sut y gallai egwyddorion Llywodraeth Agored helpu Cymru i gyflawni ei Nodau Llesiant o dan Ddeddf Cenedlaethau’r Dyfodol.
[uchod: sesiwn ar ‘Cyllidebu Cyfranogol: Rhwystrau a Thrafodion’ c-d: Kristina Reinaslu, José Manuel Ribeiro, Miguel Arana Catania, Dmytro Khutkyy, Liia Hänni]
Mae’n teimlo fel pe bai’r heriau sy’n wynebu cymdeithas yn cynyddu bob dydd. Gwasanaethau cyhoeddus sy’n gwegian dan y pwysau, plastig yn gwenwyno’r moroedd, neu delio gyda Brexit, gall y cwbl deimlo’n ormod. Mae’r Nodau Llesiant o dan Ddeddf Cenedlaethau’r Dyfodol yn gosod amcanion i ni weithio tuag atynt gyda’n gilydd i sicrhau cymdeithas well, ond yr hyn sy’n llai eglur yw sut am fynd o yma i fanno.
Mae’r Bartneriaeth Llywodraeth Agored (OGP) yn darparu casgliad o offer ymarferol i’n helpu i sefydlu systemau, cysylltiadau a diwylliant newydd a all helpu i gyflawni’r Nodau Llesiant. Mae hefyd yn darparu rhwydwaith bywiog o unigolion, llywodraethau, mudiadau cymdeithas sifil, academyddion, newyddiadurwyr a seneddau, sydd i gyd yn mynd i’r afael â materion tebyg o amgylch y byd. Mae’n gyfle i rannu, dysgu a meincnodi ein llwyddiannau.
Felly beth yw Llywodraeth Agored?
Mae Llywodraeth Agored yn golygu gwneud llywodraethau’n fwy agored er mwyn cefnogi mwy o dryloywder, atebolrwydd a chyfranogi.
Mae pobl wedi bod yn defnyddio’r egwyddorion hyn i greu newid ar draws y sbectrwm o weithgareddau lle mae llywodraethau yn cyffwrdd â’n bywydau. Mae hyn yn amrywio o gyd-greu gwasanaethau cyhoeddus a chynnwys dinasyddion wrth osod cyllidebau cyhoeddus, i ddatrysiadau digidol dan arweiniad cymdeithas sifil er lles y cyhoedd. Mae newid yn cael ei roi ar waith drwy gontractio’n agored, llunio polisïau’n agored a data agored. Canolbwyntir fwyfwy ar lywodraeth leol. Mae hefyd yn cael ei ddefnyddio i sicrhau bod mwy yn cyfranogi mewn seneddau ac i fynnu bod gwleidyddion yn atebol yn fwy cyffredinol.
Roedd Uwchgynhadledd Fyd-eang OGP (#OGPGeorgia) yn gyfle i ystyried sut hwyl rydym yn ei chael arni yng Nghymru (ac i weld pa syniadau y gallem eu bachu o wledydd eraill!)
Gwersi allweddol o #OGPGeorgia
Mewn rhai meysydd, rydym ar y blaen. Nid oes gan lawer o wledydd fecanweithiau ar gyfer deialog gynhwysol rhwng y llywodraeth a’r trydydd sector. Yng Nghymru, cyflwynwyd y rhain yr un pryd â datganoli ac fe’u hamlinellir yng Nghynllun y Trydydd Sector. Ond hyd yn oed yma, wrth edrych ar yr hyn y mae eraill yn ei wneud nawr, sylweddolais fod angen adfywio rhai rhannau o’n modelau presennol.
Mae angen i ni ailddatgan pam maent yn bwysig, adfer yr ymrwymiad gwleidyddol, ailganolbwyntio fel y byddant yn arwain at newid go iawn ac ystyried a allwn fanteisio ar offer digidol newydd i fod yn fwy cynhwysol ac yn wirioneddol gyfranogol. Mae rhannu syniadau ac offer drwy’r Bartneriaeth Llywodraeth Agored yn ddechrau da.
Rhannu gwybodaeth
Mae dwy ddeddfwriaeth ddiweddar yng Nghymru yn cefnogi cyd-greu gwasanaethau cyhoeddus. Mae Deddf Llesiant Cenedlaethau’r Dyfodol a Deddf Gwasanaethau Cymdeithasol a Llesiant ill dwy’n rhoi dyletswyddau statudol ar gyrff cyhoeddus i gynnwys dinasyddion a chyd-greu gwasanaethau. Ond mae’n llai eglur a yw hyn yn digwydd yn ymarferol eto (gweler blog diweddar gan Sally Rees o WCVA ynglŷn â hyn).
Mae cyfle i wella’r hyn rydym yn ei wneud drwy rannu ag eraill sy’n mynd i’r afael â’r un materion mewn llefydd eraill. Dyma rai enghreifftiau
e-lywodraethu yn Estonia
profiadau o brosiect States of Change Nesta;
y canolfannau cymunedol sy’n cynnig pwyntiau lluosog i ddarparu gwasanaethau, rhywbeth a ddeilliodd o broses cydgynhyrchu polisi yn Georgia;
a thrafodaethau ynglŷn â sut y gallai Deallusrwydd Artiffisial helpu i wireddu hyn, gyda Sophia y Robot Dynolffurf.
Mae cyllidebu cyfranogol hefyd wedi’i gyflwyno gyda llwyddiannau a methiannau y gallwn ddysgu ohonynt mewn sawl gwlad yn y Bartneriaeth Llywodraeth Agored. Mae Llywodraeth Cymru wedi ymrwymo i roi prawf ar Gyllidebu Cyfranogol ac eisoes yn tynnu ar dystiolaeth o lefydd eraill.
Mae’r rhwydwaith yn cynnig cyfle i drafod gwersi a phrofiadau ymarferol o wahanol fathau o ddulliau gweithredu sy’n cael eu rhoi ar waith heddiw. Clywsom am yr hyn a weithiodd i Gyngor Dinas Madrid, yn Tartu yn Estonia ac ar lefel leol a chenedlaethol ym Mhortiwgal. Dengys yr enghreifftiau hyn i gyd nad yw rhoi hyn yn ei le yn hawdd, ond mae’n bosib a gall gyflawni canlyniadau rhagorol i bobl.
Nawr yw’r amser…
Wrth i Lywodraeth Cymru lunio ei hail Gynllun Gweithredu Llywodraeth Agored, mae angen i ni gymryd rhan mewn trafodaethau ynglŷn â hyn yng Nghymru. Mae Cymdeithas Ddiwygio Etholiadol Cymru wedi bod yn annog ac yn hwyluso mudiadau trydydd sector i gyfrannu at hyn am y tro cyntaf. Mae’r Gymdeithas wedi defnyddio platfform digidol i gasglu syniadau a fydd yn sail i faniffesto cymdeithas sifil ar gyfer llywodraeth agored.
Os hoffech fod yn rhan o ymdrechion i adfywio tryloywder, atebolrwydd a chyfranogi – sydd i gyd yn hanfodol i sicrhau’r gymdeithas well a ragwelir yn ein Nodau Llesiant – ymunwch â Fforwm Llywodraeth Agored Cymru heddiw a chyfrannwch.
Mae WCVA yn rhan o brosiect Arloeswyr Llywodraeth Agored, a arweinir gan SCVO ac a ariennir gan y Gronfa Loteri Fawr. Rhoddir y prosiect ar waith yng Nghymru ar y cyd â’r Gymdeithas Ddiwygio Etholiadol a Cynnal Cymru. Mae rhagor o wybodaeth ynglŷn â phrosiect Arloeswyr Llywodraeth Agored yng Nghymru ar gael yma a gallwch ymuno â Rhwydwaith Llywodraeth Agored Cymru yma.
Anna (***) Deze film voelde als een droom die steeds vreemder en vervelender wordt. Helaas sloeg het op een gegeven moment zo ver (en lang) door dat ik alle interesse verloor en het vooral saai vond.
Niels (***) Prettig om eens origineel materiaal voorbij te zien komen! Helaas was mij na de helft van de speelduur het punt van de film al duidelijk, de regisseur besluit echter om met visueel bombast alles nog eens over te doen. Mooi gemaakt, en vervreemdend, maar de spanningsboog is weg zodra de special effects de overhand nemen.
Robin(**) Een van Darren Aronofsky’s mindere films. Het mist subtiliteit en ik heb Jennifer Lawerence ook in tijden niet meer in een goede film gezien.