#rubles-rose

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Yang taking acountability for her actions in making Ruby feel like shes jusy The Leader and also making a code word for when things are all ajeodjrkekkrr qith the brain

(Thinking of Ruby sayinf boba in the middle of a epic fight and Yang going WAIT PAUSE at the baddie and team RWBY having a family session in front of them while they go ???? Excuse you what??????)

i wonder if the boba code word is just going to be between the sisters of if they extend it to the rest of the team...... because yang was also kinda speaking on behalf of all of them when she was like "we're not putting pressure on you to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, we're not going back to how things were before"

i just aughghh i love that they had ruby outright say that she doesn't know how to ask for help. she wants help, but she's afraid of asking for it. and yang coming up with the code word system to help her express these feelings??? goodbye. that's EVERYTHING. best big sister ever i don't take criticism

#rwby #asks #rubles-rose #yang.txt #gonna be thinking about this short for the next year

[tumblezwei]

No thots only Ruby Rose songs

Where there is supposed to be brain there is only Ruby Rose

#ask #rubles rose

[8siangemini]

Listen my guy I got something I want to request like it's angst like ANGST ANGST bro like ite miles 45 fighting spider women or man reader and miles won and killed us and when he took of the mask it was us! HIS GIRLFRIEND OR BOYFRIEND! Like and can you recreate the scene when Peter got killed by king pin? But it's us and miles

Don't have to do this request and if you do can you make it angst with no happy ending or fluff? Unless it's at the beginning or he's remembering happy moments with us

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I Am So Sorry Mi Ángel (Earth 42 Miles x Spiderwoman!Reader)

Summary: Up on top :)

WARNINGS: Gore and angst, mentions of death and killing

Author’s Note: I would love to do this!! Sorry it took so long I just figured out how to get my inbox 🥲 Anyways I didn’t know how much I liked and how good I was writing angst even though I don’t read it often 😭 also after writing this I was thinking about write a part 2 if anyone wants one 🤫

You’re on your last leg, your last breath. You layed underneath the ruble of the colapsed collider with your back against a broken piece of concrete. A pain spread through your body from your ribs, your ankles were very likely to be sprained or even broken, your back was scratched and sore, you wre in pain. It was hard to breath even though you were trying to relax. But you knew you couldn’t, you needed to run from the Prowler.

You heard footsteps from the rubble and you snap your head up, which caused a painful cramp to spasm your head. There he was, the Prowler, right in front of you with his claw open, walking up to you like a predator. You flip your body over meekly onto your stomach and tried to crawl away pathetically. Fear spread through your body, there was nothing you could do you were going to be killed, a meer teenager.

You feel a strong hand on the back of your neck and you eyes widened in fear. Your limp body is lifted up and turned around to face the mask you feared the most. His non-clawed hand holding you up by your throat, your airway being blocked. You begin to cough and your vision goes blurry as it goes in and out. Your hands try and pry the hand off but the grip only got stronger.

His claw wide open, slashes at your gut, an immediate feeling of warm blood began to run down your legs. You couldn’t yell, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t do anything. This was the end of the line for you, you won’t be able to see your parents, you won’t be able to keep the city safe, you won’t be able to be here for your Miles.

The claw balls up into a fist and punches you in the gut. Your mouth falls open, pain staticing throughout your whole body, everything began to feel cold, there was no more warmth in your body.

The only thought you could conjure was Miles. You were not going to see Miles anymore, this morning at school was the last time you were going to see Miles. You won’t be able to have the feeling of love from him no more. Then a different pain went through your body when a single reminder went through your head, you were going to give Miles the bracelet you made for him tomorrow, for your one year anniversary. The bracelet which beads were made from the roses he gave you last month for Valentine’s Day.

“M-miles…” The last thought and last word you said before fate took you.

The Prowler looked at you with wide eyes. Your blood dripped down his claw as he withdrew it from your stomach. Your body fell limp in his hand and he carefully placed your down on the concrete. He took his hand off of your neck and looked down at your lifeless body. He then realized, by the maturity of your body you were only a teenager, no older than him.

His heart raced at the realization that he had taken a teenager’s life. Just as he was about to get up he thought about it, people are going to know who Spider-Woman is. He wanted to know, he needed to know who he killed and not just Spider-Woman.

He liftd his finger underneath the hem of your mask and his heart dropped. Just from the lips and nose he knew who it was. He had kissed those lips just a few hours ago, he had kissed that nose when you fell asleep on his chest. He fully yanked your mask off and his fear and regret fell over him. His mask retracted and now it was just you and him, face to face. His own love in front of him, lifeless, due to him. The claw retracted from his hand from a loud thud and he quickly pulled your shoulders up and held you against his chest.

The tears finally fell, his lips quivered, and a loud cry of distress came from his lungs. He buried his nose into your neck which was bruised from his hand.

“Mi c-corazon…” He cried out as he pulled you away and looked at your face.

Your body limp in his hand as one of his hands held your back and the other up to your cheek. Your eyes were lifeless, cloudy, and your mouth was agape with small drips of blood from your lips. He hated this cite of you, he wanted to protect you from the world. He would have burned down the world for you, he wanted to in this very moment if that he meant he could have you back. He was a monster.

“No, no, no, no, mi corazon please.” Miles cried out helpless remarks as he eagerly moved his hand around your body.

First from your face, to your neck hoping that he could find a pulse, none. Then to your chest, no heartbeat. Then to your wrist, no pulse. He looked at your eyes as his eyes filled with tears, they use to be so full of love and happiness. He imaged your smile that caused your eyes to close, but your face was nothing like that. No happiness, no smile, just lifeless.

He looked up as his tears fell down his cheeks. He held to your body, knowing this would be the last time he could ever touch you again.

“You,” He said talking to God. “you gotta be playing games with me. First my pops now her.” He pleaded. “Why her?”

He cried into your hair as he closed your eyes with his fingers. He held your face as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. Your skin was cold which made him cry more. His lips went down to your’s, hoping he could feel a sign of life from them. There was none, there was no press back from you as he kissed your lips, they were cold. Miles drew away only a couple inches away from your lips as his lips quivered in front of you.

“I am so sorry mi ángel.”

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He walked around your empty cold room as he heard his mom talking to your parents just in the living room.

“I am so sorry for your lost.” He heard his mom say.

He looked around the room full of posters with clothes pouring out of your closet. It felt like the skin of you, the room looked like you but had none of the happiness it use to give him every time he came into it to find you on your bed. It felt cold and empty, lifeless. Today would have been your guys’ one year anniversary, the thought of it weighted on his heart. He walked over to your desk to see what your last art projects were to try and salvage any part of you so he could possibly keep you in his life.

There were multiple drawings and sketches of him that you drew to practice anatomy on your pinboard above your desk. There were many pictures pinned as well with you two. He looked down and he saw a small gift bag on your desk. He opened the tag which read, To: Mi Vida From: Tu Corazón. His heart picked up.

He hesitantly pulled out the tissue paper and saw a small bracelet a long with a card. He pulled out the card and took the letter out of the envelope.

‘Happy One Year Mi Vida!!!

365 days later and you still deal with me. I made your gift (like always) out of the roses you gave me for Valentine’s Day :). I love you so much Miles and I can’t wait for more years to come <3.

-Love, Tu Corazón’

A pain came to Miles’ heart, knowing that there will be no more years to come with you and him together. He reaches inside of the bag and pulls out an elastic beaded bracelet with dark red beads. He immediately put it on his wrist and reached I side of his jacket pocket. He pulled out your torn up, bloody mask from last night. It was one of the last things he had of you left. He held it to his forehead, imagining that your face is still underneath the mask to comfort him. But it wasn’t.

He had destroyed you with his own hands, he could not forgive himself for that. He had killed the one person that saw him in the way he didn’t, an actual human being and not a monster. But now after what he did he could only think of himself as a monster.

“I am so sorry, mi corazón.” He said through silent cries as he kept your mask close to his face.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #spider man #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider woman #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x spider woman

[kanataka-san]

Gally x Male reader

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Nobody know what was happening. Some unknow masked people just kidnapped them from the street to somekind of old parkinglot. Thomas didn't know if they were from WICKED or what were they purpose in general.

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Getting out of the van they saw many people with weapons in hand ready to use at any moment. Finally one of the man among group of mixed men and not so much women took off his mask reviling Gally that they were thinkig was dead. Boy next to him took off the mask too, mouth agape looking at Newt.

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Before Thomas could do or say anything his friends voice was heard.

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"(Y-y/n) ?"

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"Newt..."

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Former gladers turned to look at the two not getting what was going on.

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Honey haired teen and a bit more lighter haired boy came up to eachother, eyes wide not believing this is happening for real. (Y/n) didn't wait and made a first move- he hugged taller boy around his torso tightly. Newt needed a moment to process everything but soon returned the affection.

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"I can't believe it...."

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After parting away smaller boy got big dorky smile on his face as well as Newt.

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"Ok, what is going on?" Thomas asked when his voice returned in place. "This is my little brother." Gallys eyes widen while he scratched his neck feeling uneasy- how is he supposed to tell them he and Newts brother were in a relationship from a nearly a year now also after the things he did before...

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As (Y/N) looked at his lover he could tell he felt a lot more weight on his shoulders than before so he came up to Gally and unnoticed by anyone took his smaller hand into bigger one squeezing it slightly while smilling at the taller boy as to say 'everything is ok'.

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Giving a squeez back former bulider not so wilingly pulled away taking five of them to Lawrence.

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After saving Minho and jumping out of the window Thomas took Newt arm on his shoulder seeing how much the teen struggle. They meet Gally shooting down other guards making the three wet boys space to fully get out of the water.

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Minho was shoocked seeing the boy he though he killed long ago with a spar. But there was a frown on Gallys face.

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"Where is (Y/N)?" It was time for Thomas to rose a brow.

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"He stayed with you-"

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"No, he run with YOU to help." while they were arguing Newt began to cough- hard. That worried just rescued boy but Thomas shook it off. More guards was making they way towards the four of them with guns as they tried to hide.

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Noticing as one more went out of the door and made his way to them make them feel like they wont make it out.

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But to their suprise new "guard" was shooting as many man around the four as he could with his own gun trying to avoid the fire back knowing he will be dead if he wasn't too carefoul.

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Soon all of them saw his figure closer, taking cover behind some rubles he took off his mask.

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"(Y/N)." Gally breathed out relived he's ok. Taking the chance when guards stopped shooting (Y/N) run as fast as he could to his boyfriend.

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Taller boy open his arms for his lover to jump in- he did it trusting crouching boy avoiding more bullets that went his way.

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"What were you thinking?! It was reckless and dangerous-" hand on his cheek and warm lips shuted up the yelling boy.

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"I know. Now is not the time, we need to go." looking in the direction of his brother (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes sadden showing how worried he was. Not carring about anything else smaller boy crawled to his 'changing' brother.

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"Newt... Hang on." gloved hand took away some of the damp honey hair that stick to his forehead, turning to others he shouted. "What are you waiting for, come on, get him up!"

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Obeying the request they walked as fast as they could between abadoned buldings.

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Newt became more aggressive when they finally setteled down, he tried to use a gun but Thomas kicked it out of his hand. Dark blue veins was visible on his neck and face as he took his own knife and attacked brown haired boy that tried to avoid it being trapped in between the dirty floor and his friend thinking how to take it out of Newts death grip without hurting either of them.

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Nobody could have expect what will happend next.

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Newt got tackled to the ground- knife went straight to (Y/N)s shoulder as he struggled to keep his brother still taking at the same time out the cure he had stolen from WICKED.

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He would gave it to his brother earlier if they werent been chased and if it didn’t got trapped inside his pocket after running so much-  (Y/N) just hoped it wasn't too late.

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In fast motion he jabbed Newt in the chest with it giving all his weight on the knees on older boy forearms stradling his stomach getting him trapped under the added weight.

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All streanght left (Y/N)s body, adrenaline stopped working as he tried to stand up but failed and fallen on his bum breathing hard next to now calm teen.

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Gally was the first one to wake up from the daze and come support his lover.

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"Thats why you were the last one to go out, you went for the cure." didn't want to talk out of pain (Y/N) grited his teeth, fastly nooding his head getting as much comfort in Gallys touch as he could at this moment.

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Soon Teresas voice was heard loud and clear. Thomas of course went to her- He loved her even after what she did.

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Brenda and Frypan showed up and helped take Newt unconscious form as Gally picked up (Y/N) gently without moving the knife scared of his love bleeding out. Carefully everyone made their way to the jet where others waited.

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(Y/N) felt soft matters under him and how sore hes' shoulder was. Slowly opening his eyes he saw baby blue eyes looking at him in the dark room. Only now he noticed how big the room was and soft whiteish curtains were covering the windows from bright sun but letting the light wing come inside making them went up.

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"How are you feeling..?"

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"o-ok, I think."

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(Y/N)s voice was hoarse but Gally gently help him into sitting position handing him glass of water that stood on a small table. "..... You were out for a week.... I was scared I will lose you.. Others were worried and scared too." "But I'm awake now." light smile adored smallers boy face and Gally couldnt help to just kiss his lovers forehead.

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"Wait! Whats with Newt and Thomas?" beautifull (E/C) eyes were full of worry. "They're fine, Newt is much better right now the cure you stolen was out of the Greenies blood they took earlier- that shuck face- it saved his live. Thomas got a bullet wound in his stomach but is slowly recovering." at this news (Y/N) calmed down taking a deep breath then sliding down looking at his lover.

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"We're safe now? No more running?"

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"We're safe and no- no more running."

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#tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner #the schuyler sisters #the death cure

[elonmuskisabitch]

Hello Gypsy. I am sugar baby boy daddy with generous offer. 16 rubles, 1 goat, two water flasks, one kiwi fruit, 2 Tsp peanut butter monthly allowance. This is more than any other. Do you understand what I say to you Gypsy?

this submission is a few years old but i feel that in another world this was meant for gypsy rose

[mariacallous]

International sanctions failed to stop the Russian economy from recovering to near prewar levels earlier this year, according to the latest statistics from the nation’s Federal State Statistics Service. Western news outlets and analysts now acknowledge it, too. Vladimir Putin is dancing on the bones of John McCain, declaring that Russia is no “gas station,” while presidential economic adviser Maxim Oreshkin insists that Europe has suffered more from its sanctions against Moscow than Russia itself. But not everything is sunshine and lollipops; millions of Russians are paying for the surge in military production as inflation reaches 7.5 percent. Amid indications of an overheating economy, a slowdown or perhaps even a recession is expected in 2024.

Western sanctions sent Russia into a recession after the February 2022 invasion of Ukraine, but the economy has bounced back, at least in certain metrics, and the downturn ended in August after a mere 10 months, according to the Center for Macroeconomic Analysis and Short-Term Forecasting. While TsMAKP perhaps isn’t the most objective think tank (its director, Dmitry Belousov, is the brother of First Deputy Prime Minister Andrey Belousov), Russia’s gross domestic product did grow 5.5 percent in the third quarter of 2023 and rose 3.2 percent in the first 10 months of the year. GDP was 1.1 percent greater in 2023 than during the same period in 2021, before the full-scale invasion of Ukraine and the West’s supposedly crippling sanctions.

Russia has outperformed the forecasts of its own Economic Development Ministry and Central Bank, which said in the spring that GDP growth on the year wouldn’t exceed 2 percent. Now even analysts at Bloomberg Economics say the rise in 2023 will surpass 3 percent. 

This week, Vladimir Putin declared triumphantly that Russia’s annual GDP growth will exceed 3.5 percent. “Any intelligent person must agree that this is a good indicator for the Russian economy,” the president explained, adding that only 2 percent of the country’s growth came from resource extraction. 

The spike in economic output this year is remarkable, but these indicators capture the nation’s recovery from a slump, like in 2021 after the coronavirus pandemic. In other words, Russia’s surging GDP isn’t the evidence of sustainable development that Putin claims.

From subsidized recovery to overheated economy

Russia’s manufacturing output has been booming, but money from the oil and gas industries nevertheless made up roughly a third of all federal budget revenue between January and October 2023. Yes, oil and gas production declined by 2 and 5 percent, respectively, but this was due primarily to obligations Russia accepted in a deal with OPEC to cut supplies. According to former Central Bank Deputy Chairman Sergey Aleksashenko, the primitive structure of Russia’s reliance on oil and gas exports has actually insulated its economy against international sanctions and helped the Kremlin sustain the war in Ukraine.

The federal deficit in 2023 is expected to be just 1 percent of GDP — half the authorities’ original estimate — despite skyrocketing allocations to military production. At the same time, annual spending on “national defense” and “national security” will exceed 6.2 percent of annual GDP and rise to almost 8 percent of GDP in 2024, reaching nearly 40 percent of all budget expenditures. 

Russia finances its deficit spending through reserves held in the National Wealth Fund (the liquidity of which the Finance Ministry currently estimates to be 6.94 trillion rubles, or 4.6 percent of GDP) and through government loans. By November 1, the total volume of soft loans had reached 11 trillion rubles — 7 percent of GDP and more than 14 percent of the credit portfolio of Russian banks. Major enterprises with state ownership (including Russian Railways, AvtoVAZ, Aeroflot, and Roscosmos) have started lobbying for preferential terms on loans.

Central Bank Governor Elvira Nabiullina has warned that the government fuels inflation by subsidizing more and more borrowing, which forces her office to maintain a high key rate. In November, inflation in annual terms reached 7.5 percent and showed no signs of slowing. Something that is slowing: Russia’s economic growth. According to the Central Bank, the recovery peaked in the third quarter of 2023.

Russia’s human problem

Shortages of industrial capacity and labor will also limit Russia’s manufacturing development, says Raiffeisenbank analyst Stanislav Murashov. Additionally, further hikes to the key interest rate will slow the growth of wages and complicate the work of upgrading enterprises technologically. With nearly full employment, labor will redistribute across sectors, driving workers from areas hit by rising interest rates like construction, retail, and finance into enterprises in Russia’s military-industrial complex, predicts Bloomberg Economics chief economist Alexander Isakov, who says future rate hikes will reduce lending and, in turn, consumer demand, raising the risk of another recession in the next six months to more than 70 percent.

More than 85 percent of companies are experiencing staff shortages, and skilled workers are the most scarce of all. Wages rose nominally by 13.2 percent in the first nine months of 2023, and unemployment fell to 2.9 percent (the lowest level in post-Soviet history), but these impressive statistics conceal major problems with labor productivity, which fell by 3.6 percent compared to 2021 — the worst decline since 2009. The emigration of skilled workers fleeing the war and political repressions, not to mention the participation and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people in the war, has removed from Russia’s labor pool another million or so workers.

While the invasion remains the government’s top priority, there will be relatively less funding for developing Russia’s human capital through spending on education and healthcare. The longer this continues, the harder it will be for the Kremlin to return to solving complex “civilian” issues, and the easier it will be to drag out the war.

[libidomechanica]

Fair, on a broken in sleep in turnd to him,

Thou shame should be, this is what sweet     maid, and hugged it was gone to tell my fault was shall never     count the tears into the while in the fishery and thou     the unhappy in beauty, life, nor laughed and many years     till, now, sun, and glorious

charm enough, if I spot the     future as long love nor brains beguiled! It is the power,     the lamp, whose pamphlets, voluminous! Because I lay. The     lady spake: when first lullaby youth, mine eye in the rivers,     silver is cosmogony?

We have been bed that least     post-horses had they are, know, where survived his phantasy     was sing it with the fiddlehead called on thy tears come to     his Hand I sunned it all Sunday’s due, of the muzzle     bent, full of her feet. But

will brush of a wind, when the opened     around the colours flee away! My name, it is tame,     the countenance grows sad merriment, curling, I can’t see     whom I’ve water from a poison and lovely knight, to speake     an individed Being

blue eyes on my sleep with white     with pain be seen: and his own: the wet silk stained of the wide     blue flame; and if you shineth. My passionate heart Ah Sun-     flower, silver, the same him who, when the tender they, when     thou mayst true t is not

lack or blunting cheek so pale; young     beam of rubles rain, she rose, that the king our language but     thou falterian. So noiseless. Sweet forth to remove not     do you met her, O. So finely fretwork to thee by putting     Boy, and point out in

Oneness Union. Come in dew, and     live thy graces, especially of nought for her say, which     else would love you, except them, and jealous curls from the turn’d     thy beauty as I slept— they dare demagogues enough; drum,     the flame; a thousand score.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #175 texts #ballad

[joao-gomes-blog]

The Rock Crystal Egg or Revolving Miniatures Egg is an Imperial Fabergé egg, one in a series of fifty-two jeweled eggs made under the supervision of Peter Carl Fabergé for the Russian Imperial family. It was created in 1896 for Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna. The egg currently resides in the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts.The egg was created by Faberge's workmaster, Mikhail Evlampievich Perkhin (Russian, 1860–1903) with miniatures by Johannes Zehngraf (Danish, 1857–1908)[2] It stands about 248 mm (9 3/4 in) tall on its stand, with a diameter of 98 mm (3 7/8 in.)[3] The outer shell is rock crystal banded with emerald-green enameled gold studded with diamonds. On the apex of the egg is a 27-carat (5.4 g) Siberian emerald supported by an emerald-green enameled gold mount. This cabochon-style emerald is one of the largest gemstones Fabergé used in any of the Imperial eggs.[4] The egg's base sits on a plinth of rock crystal. The base consists of a colorfully enameled gold double spheroid which is circled twice with rose-cut diamonds. It has the monograms of the Tsarina, as the Princess Alix of Hesse-Darmstadt before her marriage, and later as Alexandra Fedorovna, Empress of Russia. Each monogram is surmounted with a diamond crown of the respective royal house.[4] These monograms form a continuous pattern around the base of the egg.Inside the rock crystal egg is a gold support holding twelve miniature paintings. The paintings are of the various palaces and residences that were significant to the Empress. Each location holds a special memory for Nicholas and Alexandra in the early days of their courtship, as they had just been married two years prior, in 1894.

When the large cabochon emerald on the apex is depressed it engages a mechanism that rotates the miniatures inside the egg. A hook moves down and folds the framed pictures back, like the pages of a book, so two paintings can be fully seen at one time.[1] Each miniature is framed in gold with an emerald on the apex. The frames are attached to a central fluted gold shaft which passes vertically through the egg.[4]

The locations include:

The Neues Palais, Darmstadt, Germany: Palace where the Empress was born.

Kranichstein, Hesse: A favorite summer residence of the Empress' youth.

Balmoral Castle, Scotland: Childhood holiday destination of Alexandra's grandmother, Queen Victoria.

Old Grand Ducal Palace (Altes Palais), Darmstadt: Official seat of Alexandra's father, Ludwig IV, Grand Duke of Hesse.

Wolfsgarten, Hesse: Hunting lodge Alexandra's family visited as a child.

Windsor Castle, near London, England: A residence of Queen Victoria where Alexandra visited as a child.

Palace Church, Coburg: Site where Alexandra first consented to marry Nicholas.

Schloss Rosenau, Coburg: A site Nicholas and Alexandra visited the day after their engagement.

Osborne House, Isle of Wight: Site of Nicholas' visit to see Alexandra while they were engaged.

The Winter Palace, St. Petersburg: The site of Nicholas and Alexandra's wedding.

Anichkov Palace, St. Petersburg: Residence of Maria Feodorovna, where Alexandra spent her first year in Russia.

The Alexander Palace, Tsarskoe Selo, near St. Petersburg: the Imperial family's favorite winter residence.The egg was presented by Nicholas II to Alexandra Fedorovna on March 24, 1896. She received it at Eastertide in the same year that the young couple had suddenly ascended the throne.[1]

In 1909 the egg was housed in the Empress' study in the Winter Palace. The egg was seized by the Kerensky Provisional Government and moved to the Armory Palace of the Kremlin in Moscow along with approximately 40 other eggs. In 1930, the Rock Crystal Egg was one of the ten Eggs sold by the Antikvariat (Trade Department) to the Hammer Galleries in New York for 8000 rubles, or approximately $4000 U.S. In 1945 the egg became the last of five Imperial Easter Eggs bought by Lillian Thomas Pratt, the wife of a General Motors executive John Lee Pratt. Upon Lillian Thomas Pratt's death in 1947, the egg was willed to Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, Virginia. It remains on view as part of the Virginia Museum of Fine Art's European Decorative Art collection

[aria-i-adagio]

OMG and GMO! @elfenlying, I just figured out who you are!

1. three ships: Hawke/Anders, obviously; Amelia/Violet (Harlots); umm... how about a nice classic? Jane Eyre/Rochester (Edward); Look at that! Nice and balanced. Slash, femslash, and het!

2. first ever ship: I remember having very strong feelings about Martin and Rose from the Redwall series as a kid. Yes. I have loved tragedy for a long time. (And baby’s first internet fandom!)

3. last song: “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk,” Rufus Wainwright

4. last movie: I think the last movie I watched was Major Grom: Plague Doctor. (Some point last year.) Still haven’t figured out if it was actually good (within genre expectations), or if I was just delighted I hadn’t forgotten every word of Russian I ever learned and overcome with nostalgia for 50 ruble shawarma. (And red-headed socially awkward sorta kinda former twink blowing shit up. My needs are simple. Idiosyncratic, but simple.)

5. currently reading: Reading? Can’t read. No time! The Thrift Shop Vikings have invaded my brain and demand to be written. That plus lesson plans/materials because this new curriculum the county bought is a piece of shite. (I did read an article just now on Ginni Thomas and general dark money corruption.)

6. currently watching: Well... you see... I blew through all my high speed data from September downloading Baldur’s Gate, so I have been watching... not much at all.

7. currently eating/drinking: Welch’s version of Crystal Light. Passionfruit flavor. Smoking Othmani Aegean Spice.

8. currently craving: Panang curry with duck from the Thai pace I used to live around the corner and under the BART tracks from.

9. @motherofqups, @hoochieblues, @atypicalacademic, @verdinium

#tag game

[hvbris]

@demurc​ . 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Valerie Rose Barnes District 12

Dear Valerie, 

Life here in the Capitol is beautiful, but as beautiful as a golden cage might feel like to a songbird. I do not wish to sound ungrateful, of course. But I do so miss the meadow. The streets are nothing like what we have in 12, everything is paved, the houses all look nice and luxurious. It is quite dazzling. There are still rubles from the war, broken pieces of pavements, but I suspect they are left here willingly. As a reminder, perhaps? 

I have started to work in a night club, where I sing every night. The owner, Pluribus, is very kind. I don’t know where I would have lived, if it hadn’t been for his generosity! With my Coriolanus being away in 12 while I wilt in the Capitol, I feel as lost as ever. But it has been such a relief, to be able to sing again.

But tell me Valerie, how are you? How is life in District 12? I hope you weren’t too worried about me, while I was away for the Games. I wish I could tell you all about it, but I’m afraid I cannot. All I can say is that I survived! Don’t ask me how. Maybe it was sheer audacity on my part. 

All my love, Lucy Gray

#a little bit of context #i used Lucy Gray's Capitol verse for this letter #where she is forced to stay in the capitol after her games #i tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum!! #hope this works!!! let me know if it doesn't #&(Valerie) #Lucy Gray (the show's not over until the mockingjay sings) #closed starter #Capitol verse

[mydarlinginej]

read my full review of juniper & thorn by ava reid here.

From highly acclaimed bestselling author Ava Reid comes a gothic horror retelling of The Juniper Tree, set in another time and place within the world of The Wolf and the Woodsman, where a young witch seeks to discover her identity and escape the domination of her wizard father, perfect for fans of Shirley Jackson and Catherynne M. Valente.

A gruesome curse. A city in upheaval. A monster with unquenchable appetites.

Marlinchen and her two sisters live with their wizard father in a city shifting from magic to industry. As Oblya’s last true witches, she and her sisters are little more than a tourist trap as they treat their clients with archaic remedies and beguile them with nostalgic charm. Marlinchen spends her days divining secrets in exchange for rubles and trying to placate her tyrannical, xenophobic father, who keeps his daughters sequestered from the outside world. But at night, Marlinchen and her sisters sneak out to enjoy the city’s amenities and revel in its thrills, particularly the recently established ballet theater, where Marlinchen meets a dancer who quickly captures her heart.

As Marlinchen’s late-night trysts grow more fervent and frequent, so does the threat of her father’s rage and magic. And while Oblya flourishes with culture and bustles with enterprise, a monster lurks in its midst, borne of intolerance and resentment and suffused with old-world power. Caught between history and progress and blood and desire, Marlinchen must draw upon her own magic to keep her city safe and find her place within it.

my review:

Last year, I checked out Ava Reid’s debut from the library and unexpectedly could not put it down. The same occurred for this book; I put off reading it just because I’m rarely in the mood for a fantasy now but finished it in a day. Utterly enchanting, Juniper & Thorn tells a haunting story of a witch attempting to make a place for herself outside of her abusive father’s home and discovering new magic and secrets along the way.

Marlinchen has lived a sheltered life with her two older sisters, Undine and Rose, under her xenophobic wizard father’s roof. When the three of them sneak out one night to see a ballet, Marlinchen immediately becomes enamored with one of the dancers, Sevas. This night out offsets a series of events as she begins to dream of a world outside her father’s house. However, as her father becomes more and more violent and a monster ravages the city, she must muster her courage and her magic to figure a way out.

Juniper & Thorn is a horror novel and is definitely not a book for the lighthearted. I say this not to dissuade genuinely interested readers but to make others aware of the heavy topics this book deals with, including but not limited to bulimia, parental emotional abuse, and child sexual abuse. While I enjoyed this book, I do not think it is necessarily one for everyone and encourage you to read the content warnings and possibly other reviews so that you understand the heavy nature of this book.

All this being said, I think it’s a bit difficult to review this book because talking about any of the plot is spoiler-y in a way. I will say the summary is a bit misleading; I thought Marlinchen would be sneaking out often, but that’s not the case. She sneaks out to meet Sevas once before other things occur in the plot that changes the course of the story. This book is a retelling of the fairytale The Juniper Tree, which I previously did not know anything about.

read my full review here.

#juniper and thorn #juniper & thorn #ava reid #reviews #book reviews #booklr #mine #link #q

[yang-png]

I need Blake to go back to doing petty crimes

Like shes accepted shes part cat ypu telling me some people arent gonna be having the randomest of bad times in Vacuo???

i loved in jl x rwby part 2 they had the little moment of blake lockpocking, i so want more little nods to blakes very criminal past. like the "don't worry, this isn't the first time i've disabled atlas security" in v6. so good. more of that

#yang.txt #asks #rubles-rose

[tumblezwei]

Just got a Crimsom Rose repkica to scale i am sooo normal about Rubles

You're right this is so normal, I'm glad we're both so normal about this cartoon girl

#ask #knight weiss

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 18 April 1840

9 ¼

2 20/..

R 8 ½° now at 10 5/.. a.m. – on the stone window seat (as usual here) with my wash basin – high whistling cold wind again but a little sun – breakfast on rice and barley cake thin run out like one oat cake – over at 11 35/.. then reading and making little notes forward from p. 231 to 239. and paying Georges’ bill and paid the courier – and had the interpreter from the General in chiefs’ chancellerie, who has been all over the east – he and a servant 11 months away from here by Teheran Ispahan [Esfahan] Shiraz Busheer [Bushehr] Bussorah, back by Moka etc. to Bombay – thence by the isle of Socotra and the red sea to Greece and back to Tabris [Tabriz] and here for 200 ducats – 1 ducat = 3 rubles en argent or say = 10/. assignats – he said A- and I + 2 more and should afterwards take a Persian servant should not leave here for 5 months, with less than 300 ducats – but 500 ducats would do very well – 3 English at Tabriz – Mr. Bonam one consul there the most respectable – the English in good repute in Persia as to money – 1,200 from here to Teheran of which 600 to Tabriz and 200 to Erivan – 500v. from Tehran to Ispahan [Esfahan] – might go very well from Shiraz to Bushire [Bushehr] and Bussorah and Bagdat [Bagdad] and thence by Kermanshah and Hamadan back to Tabriz – he thinks the general en chief (Golovin will give him leave to go with us) – ask at dinner today what we should pay him – he said if we went with English people and servants the journey would cost 2,000 ducats – said a French lady now at Tehran went there 20 years ago en habit d’homme to avoid observation – we should s’habiller même façoon at and from Tabriz – one little interpreter Mr. Louis Kaoun, a pole – said I should see him again – if we travelled per caravan comme à l’ordinaire we should be 40 days from here to Tehran – but should pay merely a very little more than all the other people – but this would be too long – the Russian chef here, or the ambassador there can give us letters to all the heads of towns and can certainly get us on much better than any English authority or authorities could – tis now 2 10/.. dressed ready at 3 – the carriage came at 3 20/.. – dinner about 3 40/.. – Messrs. Besok and Chvastoff and their wives there – and Captain Tolstoy just arrived – fatigued – from Xertsch viâ Stavropol and Vladicavkas [Vladikavkaz] colonel ......... there but not our general – good dinner in the best style of any we have had anywhere – 3 tall pretty in flower monthly rose trees down the middle of the table the pots wrapt in white paper – soupe – patés handed afterwards – small black sea oysters – beef and tongue on one dish – Salmon – I think after not before the beef – then game – then spinach and eggs and asparagus cut into shortish lengths and eggs all in one plat – one iced crème apples – sweetmeats (plums) and done – colonel .......... the army = 1,400,000 troops handed me out – sat on my left between me and Madame Golovin, and Mr. Chvastoff on my right – asked him to come to us tomorrow evening – he asked from what of England – Yorkshire – Did I know a family of the name of Norcliffe – yes! he had met a Major N- in America – a tory – liked him for liking (speaking well of) Russia – afterwards learnt that our ladies were Mesdames B. and C. – told Madame G- we should call on them tomorrow – she will send her carriage at 12 – Captain Tolstoy a gentlemanly nice sort of man – a little like his sister countess A. P-? saw the state rooms and his [and] her cabinet etc. home at 6 5/.. -  Madame G- younger son (has 2 sons) has a nice little collection of scarabées and papillons – and shewed us a scorpion about 1in. long and a phalanges (like something like a sort of woolly wasp?) – should if bit rub the bite immediately with oil -

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read and made notes from p. 242 to p. 262 till now 8 35/.. – it was 9 before the Orloffs’ carriage came – a comfortable coach – several ladies there, and several came afterwards – and 10 or a dozen gentlemen – Captain Tolstoy and our colonel among the rest – pleasant evening – supper and came away immediately afterwards and home at 12 ¾ - 2 or 3 Georgian ladies – one a princess to whose father belongs the best vineyards in Georgia – talked about Persia etc. – best to hire horses of one of the German colony here to Tabriz, 600v. – a gentleman in plain clothes advised this and said it was the fatigue of riding and the heat we had to fear – a very agreeable officer came and sat by me sometime towards the last – not many amusement resources here as yet – no theatre – no cabinet de lecture, - but there is to be one soon – no marchande des modes – not wanted said I – the ladies dress quite well enough – no coiffeur – but a French shop here where I may get a new glass for my French Perrelet watch – can have fresh butter and laitage (if bespoke) every morning from the Germans – For view of Tiflis go to the botanic garden here – did not see much of the general (Ataman of the Cossacks here) Orloff – but he seemed a gentlemanly nice man – stood reading a few pages of Malcom – fine day but no sun and much cold whistling north wind

[anna-shadchneva-art]

"Gorenka's estate"

Alexey Razumovsky,a favorite of Empress Elizabeth Petrovna,acquired these lands in the middle of the 18th century.

He completely rebuilt the palace, laid out a park with a cascade of ponds, and also equipped a botanical garden and a greenhouse with exotic plants, which was called the “Miracle of Moscow”

Unfortunately, after the death of Alexei Razumovsky, the heirs did not continue his work and literally sold off in parts, everything that he had amassed during his life.

The next owner of the estate was Nikolai Yusupov, who took from the estate to his Arkhangelsk estate, what the heirs did not sell, and sold the estate itself to Nikolai Volkov, who organized a paper factory here.

In Soviet times, the estate housed an orphanage and a sanatorium "Red Rose". It is surprising that for such a stormy but sad history, the main manor house itself has been well preserved. Only the Western Gallery is in a ruined state. According to rumors, the manor house was bought by a certain deputy for 1 ruble, under the obligation of restoration.

#annashadart #anna shadchneva #my artwork #my art #oilpainting

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Russian Grain Export Prices Show Persistent Strengthening

In general, they rose most sharply for wheat belonging to the fourth class, sometimes known as "four." The price of this grain has increased by 200 rubles, or up to 13,000, most into the path of CPT-Novo (henceforth also "on high water" or "in deep-sea ports"). The "four" cost 12 rubles more in the south, or up to 10,425 (including, 100 more to 10,700 in Rostov-on-Don, a comparable price to 11,300 in Krasnodar, but 50 less to 9,700 in Volgograd and 100 less to 10,000 in Stavropol).