#monogram h

[eigelstudio]

H is for Horse

The eighth animal in my animal alphabet series.

The animal featured is a Grey Trakehner Horse.

This project is actually a collaboration with my sister-in-law and niece, who brought me the idea and selected the animals and the design theme. I have been very happy that the animals have been a hit so far for my family!

I am working on other art in addition to this project, but you can look forward to the whole alphabet in the end!

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The monogram design, along with the giraffe drawing without monogram, is available over at my Redbubble (https://www.redbubble.com/people/ElaineEigel) and Society6 (https://society6.com/elaineeigel) stores on a wide variety of options from mugs to hats!

#horse #grey trakehner horse #gray trakehner horse #grey trakehner #gray trakehner #horse drawing #horse art #animal art #animal alphabet #colored pencil art #colored pencil drawing #animal drawing #letter h #monogram h

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

I love how OWCA and its counterparts, like COWCA, are apparently a widespread international spy network with like, “connections” (by this I mean the various evil scientists appear to be familiar with other agents who aren’t their own nemeses, like how Dr. Diminutive was aware of who Perry is even though he’s not his assigned nemesis and Dr. Doofenshmirtz knows who Lyla Lolliberry is even though she’s both human and Canadian)

and then there’s just the British Spy Union (aka “Her Majesty’s Secret Service”) which is apparently its own separate thing that is not affiliated with OWCA because Doofenshmirtz did not know who Agent Double 0-0 was and Double 0-0 found it very odd that he was being paired up with a platypus, something that Inspector Initials explained away as being “American” and thus very unusual to them but seemingly normal in the states. Implying that in this vast spy network, Double 0-0 was unaware of who Agent P is or that he’s considered the top of his own spy agency. The British Spy Union really took one look at this other American spy agency full of animal agents and said “yeah no that’s really weird we don’t want to be affiliated with that, we’re just gonna do our own thing”

#overanalyzing the various spy organizations present in the PnF verse #double 0-0: who’s the agent I’m being paired up with? #monogram: that’s him that’s Agent p #double o-o: where? behind the platypus? #monogram: no he is the platypus #double o-o: w h a t #phineas and ferb #owca #perry the platypus #agent p #agent double 0-0 #British spy union

[incorrectdexhamiltonquotes]

Dex: This is the last straw! Zap: Remind me to order more straws

#source: m*a*s*h #dex hamilton #zap monogram

[schlock-luster-video]

On January 16, 1942 Invisible Ghost debuted in Mexico.

#invisible ghost #invisible ghost 1941 #joseph h. lewis #bela lugosi #charles kessler #monogram pictures #classic horror #psychological horror #crime thriller #crime film #horror thriller #horror art #horror movies #horror film #horror #1940s movies #1940s horror #1940s #movie art #art #drawing #movie history #pop art #modern art #pop surrealism #cult movies #portrait #cult film

[wilfloyd]

Hey, Need a logo design? 👉 hire us

#logo design #logo #design #negative space #negative space logo #h #monogram #pictorial mark #letterform #letter mark #brush #paint #modern logo #minimalist logo #smart logo #businesscards #businesscard

[thebuttsmcgee]

Also wow it's been awhile since ive really been on here. again. OOPS

#the butts chronicles #soooo......uh. h. heya pals #gosh its been way too long #Ive just been so busy and so lazy #even my side account isnt getting that much attention lol #well sorta. lol its strange #anyways. yea. ex caused me some stress but Ill be okay hopefully methinks. #Ive been feeling. Tired? of videos game and that kinda worries me. maybe I just need to play some kinda comfort game like an N64 one #which I also havent played ina while unfortunately. h #Ive bbeen thinking about getting md dx on switch tho but I still have my original blue rescue team. so ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #oh yea!!!!!!! I also actually bought some stuff for myself! which I havent done in a while! #apparently since march or feb lol #besides the Luz plush I already posted about lol I bought some monogram keychain dudes and a certain plush I might aalso post about! #I hope I can get the gee modern Sonic plush tho like I said lol. Id like to get a Shadow as well but I probly shouldnt push my luck lol #but yea. things have been tiring. I felt like I was dying yesterday! I got like. stabbed good by a dead tree I ripped and I didnt feel it #that much until 9pm then I started panicking cuz the pain didnt really fade. seems okay now tho! Iiii think? #ah well. Probs gunna shoot a message to my mutuals cuZ I MISS THEM :^[[[[[ #Hope yall have been alright tho!!! Seriously. And have a swell rest of the week as well!

[nocturnus33]

I loved Here's looking at you kid when I read it, especially how the inner life of each character is developed. So when I finished reading it, I knew I had to bind it sooner or later. Seeing the fantastic job @chaoticbindery did encourage me even more. What I love: Not to mention the beautiful typesetting of @chaoticbindery I'm also happy with the monogram that includes Blaise and George's names.

What I learned: It's the first time I've done a larger, more complex design on HTV.

What I need to improve: I have to be careful not to overheat the cover: I noticed the letter H was crooked, that happened because when it was ready, I realized that not everything had transferred well, and I applied heat again, but I wasn't very careful.

Still, I like this one.

@sophsicle

#renegade bindery #fan art #MesserMóon #fanbinding #ficbinding #ficbook #bookbinding #fic binding #fic binders #fanbind #my fanbinding #fanboundbooks #fanbook #fan binders #fan binding #my stuff #diy bookbinding #my progress #sophsicle

[fangisms]

war is over

A/N: i figure this takes place sometime around the holidays 1996?? that seems like the cleanest place for me to shove it <3

Pairings: George Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: George comforts you over your losses and grief during the war. 1.0k words.

Warnings: established relationship, the mf 2nd wizard war, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, stress/anxiety, mentions of grief/loss, pet names (poppet, love), the ultimate trifecta: crying kissing cuddling

It had been a long holiday. With apocalypse looming and hopelessness rearing its ugly head, it had been difficult to focus on festivities and warmth. The mug of hot chocolate cupped in your palms seemed to burn right through your skin. You felt cold though swaddled in sweaters and blankets and embers and touch.

When you retreated upstairs, George had followed you with delicate strides. He’d give you space until he was required of you. Which was almost immediately with how you beckoned him to lay down beside you as your head hit his pillow.

And now you’re tucked under his chin, arms folded with yours over his knitted and monogrammed sweater while your cheek is pressed to his shoulder. The whispers of small talk between you simmered for long enough when you fell silent. If he had to guess, he’d say you’d grown too tired, but that was before you rattled in his arms and took a choked breath in.

“What’s bothering you, poppet?”

You sob and curl into his side, pressing your knees up against his thighs and balling your fists, clenching your teeth out of frustration and exhaustion.

“I…”—a tear slips down your upper lip and your damp lashes squint closed—“I understand what we’re fighting for—what we’re all fighting for, and I know we’ve all put in far too much effort to waste, I mean—the things people have done for this war and this cause is incredible and once it’s over and we win, lives will be changed, but”—you shake your head and press the hard heels of your palms to your eye sockets—“sometimes… it feels like we've lost too much. We've lost... so much. And I'm so sick of it.”

George swallows hard. He turns, tip of his nose pressed to your hairline as you agonize over your long-suffered grief. He takes a deep breath, only drawing the pads of his fingertips down your arm while your fist tightens around the sternum of his sweater.

He waits until you’ve begun to mediate your inner conflict. Your bones settle and you breathe like usual, and he can finally tilt your chin up and look you in the eye. He brushes his thumb over the supple and wet apple of your cheek. And he whispers:

“You’re right.”

You recoil slightly, a serious pout drawing your lips into an upside down half moon of disappointment. Until his lips meet the tender bridge of your nose.

“We are far too young to be so worried about the problems left for us by our parents,” he huffs, “But I think… at least I hope… that our dark cloud has the brightest silver lining waiting for us.”

It’s hard to believe. He’s never sounded so corny, you think, he’s officially lost it. But he smiles and curls his hand at the base of your skull and you want to trust all of him.

“Something wonderful is going to come of this war that is not going to come together until everybody’s shaking hands and dancing and we’re finally free of the horrid thing keeping us all in the dark.”

Fine. As hard as it is to accept his hope and rosiness, you are desperate for it. You want to share his awful optimism and bathe in whatever gold-crested fountain he was born from.

His fingertips feather and skirt across your face, behind your ear, beneath your lips, over your eyelids. So gentle you wouldn’t dare stop him. You can’t bring yourself to resist the slow and steady smile creeping across your face.

Then Molly shouts, “Dinner’s ready, my loves!”

His weight shifts to the edge of the bed. You open your eyes and curl your fist around the hem of his sweater. He turns to flash you a sweet smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

His warm hand cups the sude of your face as he dips down and softens you with a sturdy kiss. And when he tries you pull away, you urge him with another. And another.

“Come on, poppet,” George chuckles, “We’ll feel better once we’ve eaten.”

He assists you in sitting up but you still grown and flop against him like a rag doll. He couldn’t be happier. Neither could you as you hum and listen for the hushed footfalls racing down the stairs and the raucous laughter and the warmth that seeps in through every wall.

He kisses your knuckles and you whine in protest.

“One more minute.”

It’s muffled because your face is squished against his shoulder, so he laughs heartily and deeply but out of kindness.

“Alright! Minute’s up, I’m hungry”—he pats your knee with determination yet—“You’re mad if you think I’ll let you starve me just because I love you.”

You slip out of the bed, wobbling over to stand between his legs and pout—quite unserreptitiously—“So you love me?”

“Of course I love you.” You lean down to kiss him and pull away just as he closes his eyes. And as you do, his eyes snap open. “But I also love food!”

He leads you by the hand, hurried down the steps to the table, making sure to sit beside you with his fingers intertwined with yours.

The food is warm and soft and the people around you are gentle and soft-spoken and all of it fills you with comfort and relief. With confidence and just an inkling of hope. An inkling of hope to stake a battle on. To build purpose on. And maybe, you think, there are things greater than yourself that are worth fighting for.

masterlist

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x gn!reader #george weasley fanfic #fluff #fanfic #hp universe #x reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #angst #hurt/comfort #established relationship

[clove-pinks]

Inspired by @radiojamming sharing their photographs of Franklin Expedition signatures from the ships' muster books, I went through the digitised Le Vesconte Family Archives, held in the Provincial Archives of Newfoundland and Labrador, and grabbed screen shots of Henry T.D. Le Vesconte's signatures from assorted letters.

While none of them quite match the amount of swirls and flourishes that Le Vesconte used for his Very Special Muster Book Signature, I think it’s fascinating to see how his signature can vary over the years! It's also an open question of what, exactly, he is signing before his surname. Le Vesconte descendent William Wills partially transcribed a few letters, and he believed that his great-granduncle signed his name "T.D. Le Vesconte."

Personally, I think he's squeezing in an "HTD," which is the monogram on his wax seal that can be seen on quite a few of these scanned letters. (The H is unlike how he would write that letter normally, but I think he's trying to interweave it with the TD.)

From a letter to his father dated February 1, 1843—a typical cross-writing disaster. Did he only wrote "D" before "Le Vesconte"? Dundy truthers rejoice!

Your affectionate Son

[squiggle initials] Le Vesconte

From a letter to his father dated Bombay/HM Brig Clio Tuesday July 18 1843. You can see how much he loves a dramatic flourish with the T in Le Vesconte, and a loop or swirl on the final E.

Letter to his father dated [HMS] Calliope Rio Janeiro [sic] January 20 1839. It's a huge cross-written missive that just goes on and on and on; I think he forgot how to sign his own name at the end of this ordeal.

Letter to his father dated Clio off Nankin Aug. 15 1843. Noteworthy as he appears to sign his name "HTDLeV" at the margin of the page, after an abbreviated "Your affec. Son."

Finally, a letter addressed to his mother in this collection, dated HMS Erebus Woolwich April 16 1845. Very long cross on the T, and a flourish from the terminal E. It's signatures like this one that make me think he's signing all three of his first initials.

From a letter to his father, dated HMS Erebus May 2 1845. There is an HTD in there, right?? Anybody with me on this one??

From a letter to his mother dated May 15 Greenhithe [1845], with a short message for his older sister Rose at the end. A RARE "Henry"!! When he doesn't have a Le Vesconte to embellish, the Y in Henry will suffice.

Baby (23-year-old) Henry Le Vesconte's signature in a letter to father dated HMS Excellent Portsmouth Harbour Dec. 24 1836. I have transcribed this one, it's a great letter all around.

Your affec. Son HTDLeV. [?]

From a letter to his father dated Portsmouth October 17th 1844.

At the post image limit, I will close with "brother Henry" from a late 1844/early 1845 letter to his older sister Rose. He's obviously closer to her than to his other siblings (who may not have had much time to get to know him, since he was only 15 years old when he left home for good as a first class volunteer). Here's a rough transcription of this letter!

#franklin expedition #henry le vesconte #henry thomas dundas le vesconte #levescontent for the three people who care #letters #royal navy #most of these are addressed to his father #which i'm sure affects the tone #long post #henry thomas dundas le vesconte himself cannot handle his full name #le vesconte family #1830s #1840s

[cultofsappho]

headcanon that after Alex finds the first monogrammed thing in Henry’s house (a towel with just an H on it, given to him when he moved to America) he thinks it’s ridiculous and gets an idea. he orders identical replacement towels with the full HRH P. H.G.E.J.F.M.W and swaps them with the old ones, waiting for Henry to find them

three days later, Henry, exasperated: “I assume this is your doing.” 

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex: do u like your birthday present? 🤠 #henry: it's september #writing

[sassyfrassboss]

What’s the the coat of arms/cypher they’re using on their new site? It’s not their H&M Royal monogram…is it their coat of arms from their wedding or something else?

I think it is the updated one now that Charles is King and Harry is his son.

[rohirric-hunter]

LOTRO intro game with Hathellang?

@sweetearthandnorthernsky also suggested this!

Hmm, an intro quest that takes place mostly or entirely in Bree could be an interesting challenge! (Under the cut because this got long lol.)

The player is on an evening walk in Bree-town and they turn into an alley only to happen across a young man half in and half out of a window. The two of you exchange alarmed words, but before anything can come of them you're interrupted by the sound of voices from around the corner. Both of you stop to listen in on this new conversation, which is between Bill Ferny and a mysterious southerner.

The conversation is cryptic but concerning, and you can just about pick up that they're planning on some kind of brigand attack on Bree. It ends with a remark along the lines of, "Remember, no loose ends," and then footsteps coming towards you. The thief points you towards a satchel on the ground, telling you there's a weapon inside and you should arm yourself.

(It's heavily implied that whatever weapon you find inside is whatever he just stole. "This 'silver dagger' seems an awful lot like a table knife to you. Something about the monogrammed handle..." "Eltrys Mugwort doesn't know what this oddly smooth rock is, or where it came from, or what the runes carved on it mean, but it's been in her family for generations." "This shield is clearly decorative. You hope it holds up until you find something a bit more durable." "Fancy club? Or pewter candlestick?")

You have a brief altercation with Bill Ferny and the southerner before they flee, shouting that it won't matter who knows after tonight. The two of you give chase, but lose them in the winding streets.

At this point there's a pause. Maybe the introductory instance ends and releases you into a tutorial version of Bree. There are a few NPCs around and sidequests, but not too many, as the intro takes place at night. Hathellang takes a moment to properly introduce himself and give some general background on Bill Ferny, and expresses concerns regarding some new brigand gangs that have moved into the area from the south. Hopefully this part won't be too talky, since most of what Hathellang actually knows about this goes like, "A (a former Blackwold that he hangs out with sometimes) said that B (a mutual friend current Blackwold) said that C (a Blackwold who's trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the north) said that D (a Blackwold strongly opposed to integrating with the strangers from the north) (deceased) said that E (a Blackwold trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the south) said that F (one of the strangers from the south trying to get the Blackwolds to join them) (deceased) said that G (Bill Ferny) said that H (nobody knows who this is) (deceased) said that I said something." (I is for Isengard.) I suppose he might be a little more involved in this situation, just to make him a little bit more of a reliable narrator. In any event, he doesn't like what he heard one bit and is absolutely set on finding out what's going on and most likely putting a stop to it.

He sends you on a number of mini missions around Bree to gather information. Places you would visit include Bill Ferny's house, Harry Goatleaf's post by the West Gate, and the Prancing Pony where the Southerner has a room. (Aragorn is here too. He's not directly involved in the quest, but he does have quest comments if you go snooping around in his room.) Hathellang has also ostensibly been following up some leads around town, and you eventually meet up with him by the Boar Fountain to compare notes.

At this point he would probably suggest you go talk to <class_trainer> in the nearby training hall to give you a brief introduction to combat, and then send you on one more mission, down to Beggar's Alley (in a not-so-sublte tribute to the obsolete quest that used to spawn a southern brigand there. And also spawn a southern brigand there randomly when you weren't even on the quest). Hathellang might come along as an ally on this quest, or maybe he'll instruct you to meet him there. Beggar's Alley is crawling with southern brigands, and from talking to the people who actually live there and stealing plans from the brigands you realize that they're planning a huge assault on Bree tonight, hoping to take over, or, failing that, to plunder the bank and auction hall.

Hathellang tells you to run to the town jail, where the guard barracks are, and tell Second-watcher Heathstraw what you just saw. "I'd go myself, but, well, never you mind why not. Oh, and you'd best not let him see you carrying that <class_weapon>. Here, you can use this one if you need to." Mechanic unlocked: quest rewards. (I think it would be really funny if Heathstraw had some extra dialogue if the player ignores Hathellang's advice and keeps the stolen item equipped. Something small, like a, "Now where did you come by that? Never mind, there are more pressing matters to attend to." But it would be funny to have it acknowledged.)

You run to the jail and talk to Heathstraw and he gathers what members of the town guard are awake and ready to fight and follows you back to Beggar's Alley, where Hathellang and some of the townspeople are already having a standoff with a number of the brigands, headed up by that southerner from before. They've stuck quite a large group of them in here through a hole they cut in the hedge, depending on less guard activity in this area to stay under the radar. At the arrival of the guards a full on fight breaks out and you face off against the southerner a la the end of the Before the Shadow intro. Once you've got his health low enough, he flees, heading north through the Oldstone Gate, and you pursue. But as you crest the top of the Oldstone Ruins you're just in time to see him fall, with a cloaked figure standing over him holding a sword. You can approach the figure and speak to him, but he will only say that it sounds as if the town guard has the matter well in hand, and when Hathellang and Heathstraw approach he runs away into the shadows.

Heathstraw assures you that the brigands are just about routed, mostly running back the way they came, and bemoans the fact that you never did find any evidence to tie Bill Ferny to the matter. He believes that he was involved, of course, the whole town knows he's up to no good, but he can't arrest a man based on the whole town knowing he's up to no good. When you ask about the cloaked figure he says it sounds like a Ranger. He didn't know any were in town just now, but they come and go as they please. If you want to know more, he heard there's one put up at the inn in Combe. Then you're spat out into the open world and are given a quest to go speak to Toradan, which will tie you in to the Human intro.

As an NPC Hathellang would probably not leave Bree. You would be able to find him hanging around the Boar Fountain and he might have a handful of quests for you. He also might be involved in the Bree skirms or the In Their Absence questline, but wouldn't travel away from the wider Bree area very much if at all.

#lotro #ty for the asks! this was a fun one #something that i havent really gotten to showcase yet is how much hathellang loves bree #like yeah he grew up on the streets there and stole to get by and sometimes still steals to get by #and is in the jail on that account pretty darn often! #but its his home and he loves it and he wants it to stay safe and for the people there to stay safe

[homomenhommes]

the blog's monogram naturally the H stands homosexuals (what you are)

[wilfloyd]

#logo design #logo #design #negative space #negative space logo #h #monogram #pictorial mark #letterform #letter mark #brush #paint #modern logo #minimalist logo #smart logo #businesscards #businesscard

[charlotte-of-wales]

Meghans ventures are most likely going to flop. She isn’t very liked and it took her ages to complete a mediocre podcast for which Spotify did all the hard work and tehy paid her millions.

This venture will cost a lot of money from H&M to invest in and Meghan doesn’t have the drive to make it a succes. Also whose the market target for this?

good fucking question LOL who's buying monogrammed cutlery

#although good products sell regardless of who's making them #I don't think they're dropping great products though #susx #answered