#tollet

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Future dreams", painting by Tony Tollet

French vintage postcard

#vintage #tollet #tarjeta #dreams #briefkaart #postcard #photography #postal #carte postale #sepia #tony tollet #ephemera #historic #future #french #ansichtskarte #postkarte #tony #painting #postkaart #photo

[catofoldstones]

ALSO EDD’s BACKGROUND COMMENTS 💀💀💀💀

Jon out here having existential crises over political crises and Edd boy is just like sigh, if only my rat mother loved me…

Girl, get your priorities straight 💀💀💀

#edd tollet #jon snow #adwd #asoiaf #no one prepared me for his dialogues #be fr #dolorous edd

[uwmspeccoll]

Shakespeare Weekend!

Volumes Two through Nine of Irish scholar Edmond Malone’s (1741-1812) The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, in ten volumes closely follow suit to his predecessors. Malone used Samuel Johnson and George Steeven’s ten volume edition as his base text and included the established scene divisions, stage directions, and dramatis personae of the time within the plays. He also published extensive footnotes throughout authored by himself, Shakespearean scholar Richard Farmer (1735-1797), and literary critic William Warburton (1698-1779) to name a few.  

Within the footnotes of Henry IV in Volume Five, publisher Joseph Johnson (1738-1809) describes the difference between Filliping the Toad and a Three-Man Beetle. The note is accompanied by one of the very few illustrations found within our copy of Malone’s collection. What the collection lacks in illustrative quantity, it makes up for in quality. The middle of Volume Five houses a pull-out illustration by J. Keyse Sherwin (1751-1790) of Morris Dancers as seen on “an ancient window in the house of George Tollet Esq at Betley in Staffordshire”. The illustration is accompanied by a detailed description of the window written by George Tollet (d. 1719) who alluded to its importance as a visual reference to the costumes and culture of May Day celebrations depicted throughout Shakespeare’s plays. 

Malone’s ten volume collection was published in 1790 and printed by Henry Baldwin. 

View more Shakespeare Weekend posts. 

-Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

#shakespeare weekend #shakespeare #william shakespeare #edmond malone #samuel johnson #george steevens #richard farmer #william warburton #joseph johnson #j. keyse sherwin #morris dancers #george tollet #Henry Baldwin

[kingslayerstew]

the rest of the headshots :3 thanks @ everyone who requested a character! part 1

#wont tag who req'd cos im lazy.. #my art #asoiaf #tyrion lannister #catelyn tully #meera reed #roose bolton #dolorous edd tollet

[majokkoradio]

“Rainy Day Man” - Sailor Moon - Lita Kino Image Song

Birthday: December 5

#sailor jupiter #makoto kino #lita kino #patricia tollet #dub music #english #dic #birthday post

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 88

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Night's Watch Crew: Jon Snow, Samwell Tarly, Grenn, "Dolorous" Edd Tollet, & Pyp

Pod Squad: Liz Parker, Max Evans, Maria Deluca, Michael Guerin, Alex Whitman, Isabel Evans, Kyle Valenti, Tess Harding, Jim Valenti

Submissions are still open!

Night's Watch Crew:

Ultimate snow bros

Pod Squad:

sometimes a family is a small-town sheriff, his buddhist jock son, and his seven adopted kids, four of whom are aliens.

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #The Night's Watch Crew #A Song of Ice & Fire #Game of Thrones #The Pod Squad #Roswell (1999) #Night's Watch Crew #Jon Snow #Samwell Tarly #Grenn #“Dolorous” Edd Tollet #& Pyp #Pod Squad #Liz Parker #Max Evans #Maria Deluca #Michael Guerin #Alex Whitman #Isabel Evans #Kyle Valenti #Tess Harding #Jim Valenti #roswell

[plaidpyjamas]

anyway i'm thinking about kissing Jaime (and Benjen and Edd and i'm giving a bear hug to Sandor & Brienne & Sansa you cannot stop me)

#sighs wistfully #jaime lannister #benjen stark #eddison tollet #sandor clegane #brienne of tarth #sansa stark #btw if u don't like sansa get tf out lmao #we kill sansa haters in this house

[justsomerandomntmranking]

Robert Tollet

Place: 5-6th Place

Average: 8.3

(This photo was taken by Ville, which again, CHECK OUT HIS INSTAGRAM! HE IS SO TALENTED)

What can be said about Robert that hasn’t been said yet? He robbed a bunch of models, was babysat into top 6, and flopped every photoshoot yet the judges always seem to love him. It doesn’t help that he’s a NFT bro now and an annoying one at that. Am I going to let that influence my opinion on him, yes 100%, fuck NFTs but let’s focus on the show shall we? He was just a terrible model all around and it shocks me how the judges saw a small bit of potential to him. He looks like a 2000s pop star with his shitty makeover and his look wasn’t any better. His photo quality was frankly.. crap. I did misleading say that his first shot was his best and while yes, I do think it’s one of his best, that doesn’t mean it’s good either. His next 3 photos suck into the bottom of my rankings, with all fo them having the same flaw to me, he tries too hard to look sexy. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t have the best photo selection either, thus causing a bit of a problem for me during this point of the cycle. It seemed so obvious that the judges wanted him to improve and stay but he kept being a bottom week from week. I will admit, his smiling shot is very cute and he did show some signs of improvement in his final week but he was still overshadowed greatly by the frontrunners of the competition. It was just a slow agonizing death for Robert and it still baffles me on how he stayed for so long despite his terrible photo quality and lack of potential in terms of looks. The NFT thing isn’t really helping with that issue either. He was a waste of a slot in the cast and easily should’ve been the first eliminate, just ugh. 

#robert tollet #fntmc6 #fntmc6contestantcommentary

[natsumebookss]

Watching Do Revenge and I really wish I had time to draw with everything going on, because I really want to draw someone saying this to Valka.

Context: in the original Neopets RP Valka came from, she was a bit less of a strategist and a bit more of a loose cannon, and one of her first really distinctive scenes in the RP involves her lighting a pretty boy's hair on fire for poisoning her boyfriend. Her character has changed a lot over her many, many years of existence, but like an old friend, I will never let her live that incident down.

(For all those curious, Valka was a Royal Ixi, Omega was a Rainbow Ogrin, and Io was a Striped Kougra. They all had very different personalities originally, with Omega being very shy and a doormat type and Io being more outwardly depressed and morose. She's still depressed, but copes through humor and false bravado now. Progress, everyone!)

#magia record #premiere nebula #bet hearing the actresses came from a neopets rp threw you for a loop! #phea is the only one that doesn't have a corresponding pet since she was made after the rp #though i associate her with eyries since the original nebula water actress in the story was jair tollet

[plaque-memoire]

Plaque en hommage à : Tony Tollet

Type : Lieu de naissance, Lieu de résidence

Adresse : 19 rue Bourgelat, 69002 Lyon, France

Date de pose :

Texte : Ici est né et a vécu Tony Tollet, président de l'Académie des Sciences Belles Lettres et Arts de Lyon, portraitiste réputé, 1857 - 1953

Quelques précisions : Tony Tollet (1857-1953) est un peintre français. Atteint tôt dans l'enfance d'une maladie, cette dernière ne l'empêche pas de rejoindre en 1879 l’École des Beaux-Arts de Lyon, où il étudie notamment auprès de Michel Dumas. Il poursuit ensuite ses études à Paris et reçoit en 1885 le deuxième Grand prix de Rome. Sa carrière est marquée par l'exécution de nombreux portraits de personnalités lyonnaises (il est entretemps revenu dans sa ville natale). Il fut président de l'Académie des Sciences, Belles Lettres et Arts de Lyon, et reçut de nombreuses distinctions de son vivant. Une rue de Lyon porte son nom et une fresque située rue Pareille, dans la même ville, lui rend également hommage.

#individuel #hommes #naissance #residence #artistes #peintres #france #rhone #lyon #tony tollet

[darieyrie]

ohhh man im not huge on playing altador cup but my god i might have to do a drawing

#go roo island!!!!!!!! #jair tollet apple of my eye

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Wassail | Yuletide🌟

Tom Bennett x Fem!Reader

Summary: A minor indiscretion leads you to chaperoning the yearly children's wassail with none other than Tom Bennett.

Content: Fluff, Language.

Yuletide Masterlist

Spending the evening with a handful of excitable children and Tom Bennett wasn’t too bad, as far as punishment went.

You supposed your father thought the children, full of a night’s sugar after years of rationing, would tire you out with their boundless energy. Perhaps he also thought that Tom Bennett would scare you. A petty criminal that good, honest girls should be frightened of. Well, your father should know that you were far from good or honest. That’s why you needed punishing in the first place.

Word got to your father that you were seen in a compromising position behind the Capital Club with Willie Murphy on New Year’s Eve. You traced the source easily. Your father heard it from that busy-body, Mrs Browning, who heard it from her neighbour. The neighbour’s daughter just happened to be Minnie Goodman, Willie’s on-again-off-again girlfriend. The tale was a tall one, for in truth Willie Murphy snuck his hand up your skirt and you’d given him a smack. If Gossip Goodman wanted that creep all to herself, she was welcome to him.

“Hurry up you!” One of the little lads shouted at you as he made his way to the next house.

“Watch your mouth, Harry Tollet,” you said, coming to stand beside him and the other children. “You won’t be wassailing next year if your mother hears you talking like that to a lady.”

“My mum says you aren’t a lady,” Harry said, knocking on the door. A little girl beside him gasped. Before you could speak, Tom Bennett, who had been silent on the evening’s walk, stepped forward.

“You’ll get a clip round the ear an’ all if you keep on.”

Harry had no time to cower for the red door opened and the children sang a chorus of We Three Kings. Their tin cups were filled with mulled cider by the old lady at the door, and Tom ushered Harry away before his could be filled.

“That’s not fair-”

“Shoulda thought about that before you ran your mouth,” Tom shoved the little boy towards the rest of the group. “Best behaviour.”

One of the little girls whispered in Harry’s ear and gave Tom a wary glance. She smiled awkwardly at you and turned around as the next door of the street opened and the children began their singing once more. The house belonged to old Mr Preston, a widower who lived alone. His only son died in the war. He had no grandchildren. You watched, heart growing as the old man gave the children their cup of mulled apple and presented them each with a mince pie.

Silenced for a while by their full mouths, the children listen to old man Preston telling them tales of Christmases long ago. Enraptured, they forgot all about you and Tom. Thank Christ.

You smiled at Mr Preston and showed him your cigarettes, indicating the pavement on the other side of the street. He nodded knowingly and continued his tale.

Leant against the lamppost, you clicked your lighter and inhaled the heady smoke of the cigarette. Tom Bennett took out his own packets of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth. With his hands safely back inside his pockets, he swaggered slowly towards you, looking over his shoulder in a half-arsed attempt and chaperoneship. You snorted.

He came to a stop before you, clicking his heels together as though he were still in the navy. He looked down his long nose at you a moment, smirking. You weren’t rattled. He brought his long fingers to take the cigarette from your mouth and light his own with it. The end sparkled into life, the tobacco crackling. The low, orange flare of light illuminated his sapphire eyes, which were fixed on yours. That rattled you, just a bit. This was a man who made flirting an artform. He looked at your cigarette as he passed it back to you.

“Lucky Strikes? Very posh,” he drawled in his Manchester burr.

“Got ‘em from a Yank. Better than your filthy Marlboros. Bloody stink,” you took a drag and exhaled the smoke in his face. He didn’t budge, the smoke dissipating to reveal a fully born grin.

“Lucky Strike for a lucky strike?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be jealous,”

Tom puffed out his chest and sniffed the night air. He glanced over his shoulder. You smiled to yourself; you never knew it was so easy to hurt Tom Bennett’s pride.

Across the road, Mr Preston had finished his story and gone inside. The children were walking to the next house, some hand in hand.

“They don’t need us,” you nodded towards them.

“Nah,” Tom said. “War made them different. Self-reliant.”

You hummed in agreement.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

You stared at him, amusement tugging the corners of your mouth. Tom Bennett always thought so highly of himself.

“What for?”

“Harry.” He stated simply.

“But you didn’t do anything,” you laughed brightly.

Despite himself, Tom smiled. “Hold on-”

“Don’t think I could have handled a ten-year-old myself?”

Tom took a step up onto the pavement and, in doing so, brought himself closer to you. “Oh no,” his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “I heard you can handle yourself very well,” One of his hands slipped inside your coat to rest against the slope of your hip.

It wasn’t his hand that made you bristle. It was the assumption that you were easy. Sure, you’d had your fair share of flings, but you didn’t drop your knickers for any fella with a sly grin and foreign cigarettes.

You took his hand in yours, moving it from your waist and dropping it back at his own side.

“I’m only here ‘cause Dadda believed in a load of old hearsay,” You flicked your cigarette to the ground and stamped it out under your heel. Tom didn’t hide the way he stared up the length of your stockinged leg. “I wouldn’t touch Willie Murphy with a ten-foot barge pole-”

“I know,” Tom said simply, idle hands tucked back into the pockets of his jacket.

You stared at him, lost for words. No-one ever believed you. Seemed to think because you’d had three or four Longsight lads, you’d had the whole lot. “Really?”

“Yeah, course I do. He’s an ugly little bastard with more spots than I’ve had hot dinners.” You laughed. Towards the end of the road, the children were singing again, and the lamplights began flickering into life. “I didn’t try it on ‘cause I think you’re easy,” with another step, Tom was pressed flush against you. “I tried it on ‘cause I like you.”

Your smile of genuine happiness turned to one of mischief. “Tom Bennett, are you going soft?”

In the dim light, his blue eyes twinkled. With a wink, he stepped back and began his slow walk towards the gaggle of children. Falling into step beside him, you walked in silence but for the chorus of We Wish You a Merry Christmas and clack of your heels on the cobbles.

Gently, boldy, you tucked your hand into his. “Not so bad, is it,  this punishment?”

“Not a punishedment for me. Not a petty criminal anymore.” Tom said, smiling down at you and tugging you closer so that the kids wouldn’t see your entwined hands. “Nah, I volunteered.”

You stood still, mouth agape with amused shock.

“What?” Tom tugged your hand and you kept walking.

“You really have gone soft!”

“War’ll do that to you.” You bowed your head solemnly. “And the prospect of an evening with you.”

“Even with a headache’s worth of kids?”

“Even so.”  

Finally back with decent internet! The last few days of Christmas are going to be heavy with uploads!

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @ellrond @cyeco13 @babyblue711 @exitpursuedbyavulcan @humanpurposes @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @anjelicawrites

#tom bennett #ewan mitchell #tom bennett x reader #world on fire #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan nation #hilde's twelve days of christmas

[elaena]

sorry i did not publicize it but i asked my friends to tell me 6 characters etc

edd tollet for @adreamoflemons asha greyjoy for @agameofstarks wylla manderly for charlie (rip) jeyne w for @minisa meera reed for @dwellordream melisandre for @eelquest

#doesnt matter how hard i try to run away from it i always come back to my anime style roots. #my art #edd tollett #asha greyjoy #wylla manderly #jeyne westerling #meera reed #melisandre #valyrianscrolls #i guess.

[artmialma]

Marie-Louise CHABERT DES NOTS-TOLLET (1892-1979). “Seated nude in profile”.

[midnightrainrp]

@wildestdrcam

She hadn’t been in America for over five years, let alone seen her half-sister all throughout that time, but she was getting married and her father insisted for her to show up. It definitely felt weird, she had never felt part of the family his father had made only a year after he got divorced to her mother. It felt even weirder to have flown over with Sophia, her daughter. Her father and stepmother knew the little girl, having gone over to visit them back at London, but her step-aunt had never seen her just like she had barely interacted with Dakota ever since she moved away.

An engagement party was always a big event, but her dad had gone all the way this time, inviting well-known people and wealthy businessmen. Charlotte wasn’t marrying just anyone— not like she had ever met him before. So after drinking a bit of champagne, the redhead walked over to the groom, tapping on his shoulders as she intended to greet him. “I guess congratulations are in order, Mr. Tollet!” The wide smile on her lips disappeared as soon as he turned around, his face all too familiar as she fell silent, in complete and utter shock as she realized her sister’s fiancé was someone she already knew, a bit too well for comfort.

#preston & dakota #wildestdrcam

[majokkoradio]

“I Want Someone to Love” (RAWer Remix) - Sailor Moon - Image Song

#sailor moon #jennifer cihi #patricia tollet #sandy howell #ron wasserman #dub music #english #remix