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[magnetothemagnificent]

I guess it's time I share my list of birds from this past Jewish year (I've been keeping two Big Year lists, Jewish year and secular year). All are from the US, except the last few which are indicated.

1. Ruby-crowned kinglet

2. American Robin

* Leucistic American Robin

3. Song sparrow

4. Rock pigeon

* Melanistic rock pigeon

5. Chipping sparrow

6. Hairy woodpecker

7. Mourning dove

8. Northern flicker

9. Eastern towhee

10. White crowned sparrow

11. White-throated sparrow

12 Savannah sparrow

13. House sparrow

14. European starling

15. American Crow

16. Common Raven

17. Gray catbird

18. Northern mockingbird

19. Canada Goose

20. Spotted Sandpiper

21. American herring gull

22. Marsh wren

23. Limpkin

24. Great white heron

25. Cattle egret

26. Anhinga

27. Snowy egret

28. Great blue heron

29. Black-crowned night heron

30. Wood stork

31. Common gallinule

32. Blue-gray gnatcatcher

33. Turkey vulture

34. Black vulture

35. Yellow rumped warbler

36. Tufted titmouse

37. Little blue heron

38. White ibis

39. Cooper's hawk

40. Cardinal

41. Green heron

42. Carolina wren

43. Palm warbler

44. Pine warbler

45. Sandhill crane

46. Carolina chickadee

47. Bluejay

48. Osprey

49. Chimney swift

50. Red-tailed hawk

51. Prairie warbler

52. American kestrel

53. Glossy ibis

54. Pied-billed grebe

55. Double-crested cormorant

56. Grey kingbird

57. Brown pelican

58. Fish crow

59. Royal tern

60. Bald eagle

61. Painted bunting

62. American white pelican

63. Common grackle

64. Boat-tailed grackle

65. Great-tailed grackle

66. American purple gallinule

67. American coot

68. Brown-headed cowbird

69. Tricolored heron

70. Mallard

71. Black-bellied whistling duck

72. Eastern kingbird

73. Yellow-billed cuckoo

74. Muscovy duck

75. American bittern

76. Ring-billed gull

77. American Pekin

78. Mallard-Pekin hybrid

79. Eastern bluebird

80. Yellow-bellied sapsucker

81. Red-winged blackbird

82. White-eyed vireo

83. Mottled duck

84. Broad-winged hawk

85. Dark-eyed junco

86. Brown thrasher

87. Sharp-shinned hawk

88. House finch

89. Eastern Phoebe

90. Downy woodpecker

91. Fox sparrow

92. Loggerhead Shrike!!!!

93. White breasted nuthatch

94. Red-bellied woodpecker

95. Brown creeper

96. Pileated woodpecker

97. American goldfinch

98. House wren

99. Barn swallow

100. Tree swallow

101. Black and white warbler

102. Red eyed vireo

103. Yellow warbler

104. Mute swan

105. Rusty blackbird

106. Common yellowthroat

107. Warbling vireo

108. Northern waterthrush

109. Veery

110. Swamp sparrow

111. Wood duck

112. American redstart

113. Orchard oriole

114. Greater Yellowlegs

115. Lesser Yellowlegs

116. Baltimore oriole

117. Hermit thrush

118. Wood thrush

119. Ovenbird

120. Indigo bunting

121. Black-throated blue warbler

122. Scarlet tanager

123. Worm-eating warbler

124. Northern rough-winged swallow

125. Blue-headed vireo

126. Northern parula

127. Prothonotary warbler

128. Philadelphia vireo

129. Blackburnian warbler

130. Magnolia warbler

131. Cedar waxwing

132. Blackpoll warbler

133. Yellow-throated vireo

134. Eastern wood pewee

135. Acadian flycatcher

136. Tennessee warbler

137. Caspian tern

138. Laughing gull

139. Forster's tern

140. American oystercatcher

141. Green-winged teal

142. Purple Martin

143. Least tern

144. Field sparrow

145. Killdeer

146. Grey-cheeked thrush

147. Rose-breasted grosbeak

148. Great-crested flycatcher

149. Swainson's thrush

150. Bay-breasted warbler

151. Chestnut-sided warbler

152. Willow flycatcher

153. Ruby-throated hummingbird

154. Peregrine falcon

155. Hooded crow IL

156. Laughing dove IL

157. Eurasian collared dove IL

158. Eurasian jackdaw IL

159. Common myna IL

160. Rose-ringed parakeet IL

161. White spectacled bulbul IL

162. European bee eater IL

163. Chukar IL

164. Short toed snake eagle IL

165. White stork IL

166. Little egret IL

167. Pygmy cormorant IL

168. Eurasian hoopoe IL

169. Alpine swift IL

170. Graceful pinia IL

171. Eastern Olivaceous Warbler IL

172. Tristan's Starling IL

173. Fan tailed raven IL

174. Eurasian black cap IL

Here's to at least 200 next year!

[medusapelagia]

thank you @pink-luna-moth for the tag!

Are you named after anyone? A lot of people in my family are named after someone and my parents were determined NOT to do the same. But I have the same initial in my name and my surname.

When was the last time you cried? Really cry, like all night long, and wake up with no voice at all? One year ago.

Do you have kids? Steve Harrington is my baby!

What sports do you play/have played? I recently got back to ice skating (Yes, I'm the grandma but it's fun!)

Do you use sarcasm? It's my favorite weapon!

What's the first thing you notice about people? The first thing I look for are the hands, the first thing I notice if I like their tattoos.

What’s your eye color? Chestnut

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy ending!

Any talents? I can recognize people by their voice and I'm really good at recognizing characters (I can remember the entire filmography of an actor, character by character, but not the actor's name)

Where were you born? Italy!

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, gaming.

Do you have any pets? Never had one :(

How tall are you? 157 which, as a guy who tried to flirt with me told me once, it's Shakira's height!

Favorite subject in school? Until high school biology (I wanted to become a marine biologist. Then I got the worst teacher ever…)

Dream job? Movie translator

no pressure tags: @kallisto-k, @destroya-hargrove, @dragonflylady77, @lorifragolina, @cranberrymoons

[harpersato]

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name: Harper Estelle Sato Nicknames: Harp, Harps, Sato Age: 25 years old Birthdate: August 5th, 1997 Birthplace: Denver, Colorado Current Residence: Downtown Cape May Gender/Pronouns: Gender-Fluid | She/They Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation(s): Tour Boat Guide | Cashier, Love Saves The Day | Delivery Driver, Fleur en Fleur

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Jessie Mei Li Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Chestnut Height: 5'2" | 157 cm. Weight: 105 lbs. | 48 kg. Build: Slim/Petite Complexion: Beige skin, with neutral undertones Accent: Standard American, with hints of New York City + Oxford English Spoken Languages: English + Spanish Tattoos: 3 | A crescent moon + floral bouquet on their left wrist, the mandarin symbols for courage and clarity behind their right + left ear, and a series of small butterflies on their ribcage Piercings: 2 | Ear (Lobe + Helix), Nose (Septum + Nostrils) Scent: Vanilla, jasmine + chamomile

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Energetic, Optimistic, Vibrant Negative Traits: Capricious, Naive, Quixotic Likes: Astrology, bubble tea, Halloween, kittens, vintage clothing Dislikes: Cold weather, feeling rushed, hospitals, small dark spaces Fears: Clowns, needles, thunderstorms, losing loved ones Zodiac: Leo Sun, Aries Moon, Libra Rising Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff MBTI: ENFP | The Campaigner Enneagram: 7W6 | The Enthusiast Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Temperament: Sanguine Labels: The Halcyon, The Saccharine, The Astrophile

BACKGROUND

Not much is known of Harper’s life, prior to her adoption. Not that there would have been all much to know; she was barely a month old when proceedings were finalized, and brought back to the Sato household. While there has always been a certain curiosity on Harper’s part to know of her lineage, it isn’t something that has played much of a role in her life. She is a Sato. She has always been a Sato. As far as she is concerned, nothing else matters.

With a deceased father and a chronically absent mother, the Sato siblings were all but left to raise themselves. For as long as she can remember, it has always been the two of them against the world. Brodie and Harper. Harper and Brodie. Despite the age-gap between them, you would be hard-pressed to find a pair of siblings as close as they have always been. Sure, they didn’t always have much, but they had each other, and that was enough.

They don't talk about it much now, but the time without Brodie were the hardest. With the peacemaker of the family away at UPenn, that often left the youngest Sato to fend for herself. In her attempts to navigate an increasingly volatile home environment, she managed find work at a local coffee shop, working as much and as hard as possible. With a clear end goal in mind, they saved enough money to relocate across the country, moving in with Brodie following the end of his first year of college.

Harper had never been particularly inclined towards her education, and the idea of going to college was an equally unappealing prospect. The time and money it would require would have been well spent elsewhere. They would have much preferred spending their time doing… well, anything, really. But Brodie had been particularly insistent, and Harper, eventually intrigued by the prospecting of seeing as much of the world as possible, set her sights on the bright lights of the Big Apple.

A member of the Columbia University's 2022 graduating class, the world was truly at Harper's fingertips. Their college years were a period marked by adventure, excitement and general merriment, one that culminated in a year studying abroad at the University of Oxford. For reasons both professional and personal, the latter experience had been the pinnacle of her undergraduate education, and she hadn't particularly eager to let it go. But with a quickly-expiring student visa, and no career prospects to keep her across the pond, she returned to the United States. They were devastated to go back, mostly on account of having to leave one particular person behind. Initially seeking refuge in the company of their big brother, Harper has been residing in Cape May ever since, attempting to figure out what's next, and trying to enjoy all that comes with it.

[rcsetorn]

Name: Beatrix Alias: Rose of May Titles: General, Lady Nationality: Alexandrian Race: Human Age: 28 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Birth date: April 19, 1772 Occupation: General of the Alexandrian Army

Appearance...

Height: 5'8" (172 cm) Weight: 157 lbs (71 kg) Hair color: Chestnut Brown Eye color: left: magenta right (blind):pale due to pigment loss Complexion: Fair

The general of Alexandria’s beauty is spoken just as highly as her famed swordsmanship. Tall and curvy. Large brown curls that fall about her shoulders. Calloused hands and faint scars scattered across her body do not take away from her splendor. Beatrix’s attire consists of a red and white sleeveless duster with her symbolic rose embroidered upon the back. Her large belt carries the scabbard for her blade, Save the Queen. And though she’s sacrificed defense for speed, her gauntlets, boots, and a metal eyepatch covering her scared, right eye remain heavy armor for that of a paladin.

Personality...

Positive: Loyal, forgiving, formal, leadership, self-sacrificing Negative: Merciless, arrogant, holier-than-thou, jealousy Likes: Competition, swordplay, tea Dislikes: Black magic, vanity, rambling Alignment: Lawful Neutral Myers-Briggs: ESTJ

Beatrix is a soldier first, a lady second. Loyalty is a quality placed in high regard, tied to the Alexandrian people and the royal family. She possesses outstanding leadership skills, gaining her respect among soldiers, citizens, and enemies alike. Her superior attitude can oft be hypocritical, as it’s a trait she looks down on others for- especially when one does overcome her, leaving the general rather bitter. The Alexandrian General tends to mask emotions in both features and voice, specifically when in combat, as there is a certain thrill she wishes not to be known by others, though beckons for challenges. She attempts to hide her true feelings to others, considering them a weakness that could get in the way. However, her actions sometimes speak for themselves- placing her kingdom and others before her own needs. Others often find her behavior hostile and stern, yet underneath those thorns is a gentle heart. Despite the pride she has for her military position, Beatrix feels the touch of loneliness.

Notable Headcanons...

♛ Though modest, there remains a barrier among social class. Where her life is devoted to protecting her country and its people, she still has a slight superior outlook above others. ♛ She is incredibly strong and confident, but Beatrix will suppress and evade issues concerning herself and her feelings even among friends. ♛ A perfect soldier. No matter the order, it will be executed without question- even if innocents should perish by her sword. ♛ After the events of IX, Beatrix attempts to avoid some unnecessary conflict during walks and outings as opposed to her pride putting others in their place midst a crowded street. Not out of a desire to avoid fights, but feeling it beneficial after her and Alexandria’s involvement in the invasions of other nations.

History...

***FFIX spoilers*** (this means you Sol)

From the Sleepless City of Treno, Beatrix seemed to be a prodigy with a blade from her youth and, romanced by the aspects and glory of war, enlisted in the Alexandrian royal army at 13 years of age. Skilled and never knowing defeat from any challenger, her arrogance grew, as did her reputation within the ranks and unto the royal family.

At 17, the king and queen requested she duel her senior of the Knights of Pluto, Adelbert Steiner. Though Beatrix was to be the obvious victor, Steiner emerged victorious by sheer luck. In doing so, Beatrix lost her right eye in the fight. So great was the determination to overcome the humiliation, the single loss fueled rigorous amounts of unhealthy training that in a year's time Beatrix had bested 100 knights, earned the title of "continent's best swordsman", and taken command as General of the all-female Alexandrian army.

During nine years, Beatrix's fame and devotion to queen and kingdom have not gone unnoticed. By way of Queen Brahne, Beatrix allies herself with a newcomer with a taste for war hailing from the Outer Continent by the name of Kuja, who manipulates his way into good graces.

With pieces strategically putting into play, Beatrix follows Brahne's orders conducting an invasion with Kuja's black mages into Burmecia, and later infiltrating, the City of Illusion, Cleyra to take a crystal shard- a key component needed to summon a powerful eidolon.

Though the Rose of May has doubts concerning her queen’s methods and reasoning their actions against the other kingdoms, she remains silent, even after learning of the Queen’s intentions to execute the Princess Garnet. For surely the Queen would not kill her only daughter. Realizing how blind she's been upon seeing the attempt made before her, Beatrix regains her clarity of the oath she made years ago and turns her back against her queen.

After Brahne's death, the general finds herself aiding Princess Garnet to take her mother's place as ruler. The coronation ceremony turns horrific when Kuja returns to call upon Bahamut and invading Alexandria with monster of the Mist. As Steiner and Beatrix evacuate civilians and fend off attacks from enemy forces, the great eidolon Alexander is summoned to protect the city. It's during the aftermath does Beatrix truly come face to face with with the error of her ways- to destroy Burmecia and then have her home destroyed in turn.

Beatrix remains with her beloved city, taking responsibility and leading efforts in wake of the destruction.

Midst rebuilding, there's reports of disturbances at the Iifa Tree. Taking charge alongside Regent Cid of Lindblum, Beatrix leads a fleet against a hoard of dragons surrounding the ancient tree of life while clearing a way for Zidane to enter Memoria and stop Kuja. When victory seems won and their enemy dead, Beatrix resumes work in Alexandria.

After two years, everything is rebuilt and life is returning to normal. Beatrix feels she's done all she can for Alexandria and attempts resigning her place as general in secret. However, she's caught while leaving and begged to stay for her work is not over. And discovers she'll not suffer alone in her guilt.

[lost-in-sokovia]

I posted 2,305 times in 2022

That's 2,264 more posts than 2021!

1,086 posts created (47%)

1,219 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@quinnsbower

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I tagged 1,361 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#btw soph - 1,075 posts

#paul dano - 157 posts

#andromeda✨ - 153 posts

#anon ask - 142 posts

#anon - 137 posts

#🌻 anon - 118 posts

#august edward nashton - 115 posts

#auggienation - 102 posts

#auggie nashton fanclub - 99 posts

#edward nashton - 78 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#i don’t want sympathy please don’t hit up my inbox like oh im so sorry like it’s fine i just have zero other outlets right now

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

alright, okay. You know who’d be like the cutest dad? Laszlo! Absolutely. No one can tell me otherwise. His baby got him wrapped around their tiny finger. A cookie before dinner? He shouldn’t give in but they look so sad!

don’t tell mommy

disclaimer: 1. i wrote this at 1AM so there’s that 2. i’ve never actually seen the alienist because i can’t handle gore, but i like to think i’m still qualified enough to write for laszlo✋🏻

no matter how hard you tried, laszlo continued to one-up you and make you seem like the bad guy in comparison.

it had been a beautiful day; laszlo had a day off, so the two of you decided to take your daughter outside the city to a beautiful countryside where she could run and play among the flowers and tall grass in the meadows.

winifred loved when her father was home. he was the best storyteller and never failed to make her laugh with little tricks he played and silly faces he made. things at the institute had kept laszlo occupied and away from home recently, so this was a dream come true for little winnie. hearing her joyous laughs as she twirled in the grass, flower petals getting caught in her soft chestnut hair, and cheeks rosy from the sun.

after spending all afternoon relaxing on a blanket next to your husband as your four year old ran about joyously, your tiny family returned to the city to end the day with a meal together at home. winnie fell asleep on the way back as you gently picked the petals out of her hair, and ended up having to be carried up from the carriage. she continued to nap for thirty more minutes after being gently placed on top of you and laszlo’s bed, where she often decided to nap.

as she slept, you and laszlo busied yourselves about the kitchen, talking quietly and reminiscing on the day you’d had so far.

“how long do you think she’ll sleep?” laszlo questioned. you glanced in the direction of your room before looking back to your husband’s gaze.

“mm, i don’t know… if she sleeps any longer she won’t sleep tonight. could you go wake her up?” you asked in response. laszlo nodded with a smile before turning in the direction of the closed door.

as he slowly opened the door he scoffed to himself and shook his head at the sight of his daughter absolutely passed out. her skirt was bunched up and her little bloomers visible, her hair disheveled from both the day of play and sleeping on it, and her mouth slightly agape. laszlo crept towards her and cautiously sat down besides her, stroking her hair ever so lightly.

“kedvesem,” he cooed quietly. no response. he simply kept stroking her hair as he watched her chest subtly raise and lower as her breath escaped her lips. “kedvesem, my darling, it is time to wake up,” he tried again. he earned a shift and a nose scrunch from the little girl as she took a deep breath and closed her mouth. laszlo smiled and leaned down to kiss her head. “winifred,” he whispered. his daughter instinctively moved towards her father and curled up against his legs and waist in the fetal position, letting him know that though she heard him she did not care.

“come sit with papa, hm?” laszlo offered. he watched winnie’s eyes barely open as she sat up, before weakly crawling onto laszlo’s lap and resuming her sleepy state once more. “did you have good dreams? full of rabbits and music and the color green” laszlo whispered happily, listing off a few of his daughter’s favorite things. winnie nodded weakly and her eyelids began twitch. laszlo waited patiently until her eyes were half open and making eye contact before smiling and bouncing her gently in his lap. “look at those beautiful eyes, édes kislány! there’s my winnie,” laszlo cooed.

“papa,” winnie began slowly. “i’m hungry.”

“well, mommy and i are making dinner, would you like to come out with us?” laszlo asked. winnie sat emotionless in his lap for a moment as she pondered her options before giving a small nod against her father’s shoulder. laszlo clicked his tongue and bounced her slightly.

“come, let’s go see mommy,” he announced. winnie slid off laszlo’s lap before grabbing his hand as he stood up. she continued to blink her eyes awake as the two of them walked slowly into the kitchen where you smiled.

“hi winnie-boo, did papa come wake you up?” you asked. her sleepy expression slowly turned into a smile as laszlo gave her hand a squeeze.

“somebody said she’s hungry,” laszlo added.

“well, papa and i are making dinner, you can keep us company,” you winked. winnie slowly let go of her father’s hand as her little feet began to pitter patter about the kitchen. you smiled at your husband as he walked over to resume his work in the kitchen.

as the two of you worked, winnie walked about and occasionally peeked out the window to hear and see the bustle of new york city in the evening.

her wandering eyes eventually found the cookie jar and lit up, eagerness flaming inside of her.

“mommy,” you felt a tug at your skirt. you looked down at your daughter whose eyes (that were exactly like yours) peered up at you hopefully. “can i have a cookie? i’m hungry.”

“no, my love, dinner will be ready soon okay?” you declined gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. winnie’s eyebrows furrowed as she let out a huff before trying again.

“mommy please,” she persisted. you shook your head once more.

“baby i don’t want you to spoil your appetite, just be patient okay?” you calmly responded. winnie’s little foot stomped and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, choosing not to respond. with ever her father’s determination, she decided to switch plans. she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, but there was someone who would turn the world upside down for her if she asked.

walking innocently up to her father, she tugged at the hem of his vest and put on her best puppy dog eyes.

“papa,” she began. laszlo paused putting the plates out on the table and looked down at her, his heart melting at her cute little face. “can i have a cookie?”

laszlo did not miss a beat as he grinned and nodded. “of course kedvesem,” he confirmed. winnie’s eyes lit up as laszlo followed her to the ceramic jar containing the coveted chocolate chip cookies. laszlo was known to not think very thoroughly about his daughter’s requests, only wanting the best for her and willing to give her whatever she wanted to make her life enjoyable.

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#4

I absolutely adore august!! Could you pls right something cute from before Eddie went to Arkham?

this is just something small i decided to write, i’ll be writing more about like, baby baby august because i have ideas :) i hope you enjoy this though!

so i can kiss you

“august edward nashton, give daddy his glasses back.”

the five year old giggled as he looked around in the clear frames, way too big on his little face. he sat in his father’s lap and edward laughed as auggie continued to turn his face the other way when eddie tried to grab his glasses. you sighed and shook your head, a small grin creeping across your lips as you walked over and hoisted your son into your arms.

“i look just like you daddy, don’t i?” auggie giggled as he looked at you with big, magnified green eyes. you tilted your head back and opened your mouth in surprise, causing your son to laugh hysterically.

“you know your daddy cannot see a thing right now,” you reminded with a smile, glancing to your boyfriend on the couch. edward shrugged and laughed, standing up to meet you.

“mommy is right, i wish i could say you look like me but i don’t even know!” edward agreed, looking at his son with exaggerated sadness. august glanced between the two of you and clumsily lifted the glasses off his face, no doubt smudging the lenses with his little fingers. he held them out to edward, who took them and placed them back on his face before smiling widely and holding out his hands. “there he is!! i can see my beautiful boy again!” he exclaimed, ruffling auggie’s soft brown locks.

august laughed and you smiled widely, listening to edward talk sweetly and lovingly to his son.

“daddy, why do you wear glasses?” august asked as his little hands played with eddie’s shirt. eddie groaned as he lifted august from your arms and into his, giving the boy a few more hair ruffles.

“i can’t see as well as you can, i didn’t eat enough carrots growing up,” he joked. august gasped lightly and you chuckled, edward shooting you a wink with his sparkly green eyes. “so i need these so i can see you and your mom better,” he continued. he reached out an arm and pulled you close to him, you resting your head on his shoulder and looking at your son inches away from you. “plus,” edward added. “this way i can see your mom whenever i want to kiss her.”

he leaned down and you cupped your hands on his cheeks as you kissed him, and august stuck out his tongue and exclaimed in disgust. you smiled against eddie’s lips before he pulled away and grinned at you.

“daddy that’s gross!” august laughed. you gasped in mock offense and eddie bounced your son a bit.

“gross?” edward repeated loudly. auggie scrunched his nose before edward kissed his head. “your mommy is so beautiful, she deserves to be kissed every single day,” edward said between peppering kisses all over his son’s face and head. august laughed as eddie pressed a kiss to his nose and you hummed in amusement. “i hope you look like your mommy when you’re older,” edward not-so-quietly whispered. auggie shook his head.

“i wanna look like you,” he argued. it was your turn to press a kiss on auggie’s soft cheek.

“that’s fine by me, you can be handsome like your daddy,” you agreed. pink dusted over edward’s cheeks as you leaned forward to kiss him again, eddie covering auggie’s eyes this time. august gagged and yelled as he batted away his father’s hand.

“icky!” he exclaimed. edward suddenly flipped him upside down, holding him by the ankles and august screamed joyfully. “daddy, let me up!” he begged between laughs.

“i’m not done kissing your mom!” edward replied as he looked down to his son. you giggled as you swiped some of the hair out of his eyes before reconnecting your lips. eddie swung august side to side gently and you broke the kiss from laughing.

“pick him up, babe,” you implored softly. edward nuzzled his face against yours before pulling your boy back up correctly.

“come on auggie, let’s go read a story,” edward cleared his throat. you watched as your son clung onto his father and pet his hands through eddie’s hair.

“mommy is so pretty,” you heard your son say. you smiled sadly and pressed a hand to your heart.

“isn’t she?” eddie replied enthusiastically.

“can i marry her?” august asked. you giggled lightly.

“ah sorry buddy! i was already planning on doing that.”

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#3

ohh ok tommy prompt….let’s think….. how about, ohh how about taking all his shirts and sewing a little heart under the collar (where it can’t be seen) and like not telling him until one day he catches the reader doing it? Or maybe like it’s late at night at arrow house and there’s a storm and tommy wakes up to find reader gone but she’s really just on the porch watching the lightning and then they sit and watch it together?❤️❤️❤️

as someone who used to have HUGE anxiety surrounding storms but now find them kinda calming, i love the storm idea :)

found comfort

tommy began to regain his consciousness as a loud clap of thunder shook the roof of arrow house. he blinked his groggy eyes a few times and ran a hand down his face as his vision adjusted to the dark bedroom.

he turned his head to look at you, but upon being met by your absence he cleared his throat and sat up, looking at the disheveled sheets where your body once laid. he placed his hand in your spot on the bed, the body heat nearly gone. he slowly swung his legs out of the warm covers, clad only in his underwear. lightning flashed through the curtains and another rumble of thunder gently shook the delicate objects in the bedroom.

tommy listened to the pouring rain outside as he walked slowly down the staircase, running his hand along the smooth wooden railing. he glanced from side to side looking for you, until he found the silhouette of a figure outside the large doors, it’s head tilted up at the sky as it’s robe blew gently in the wind.

tommy grinned to himself, making his way over to the doors as carefully as possible, not to startle you. when he was finally close to you he snaked his arms under your crossed ones and around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. you calmly took ahold of his hands in yours, placing them on your heart as you gave them a light squeeze.

tommy turned to look at your face, your eyes being lit up by the occasional lightning and the rain dampening your hair that blew in the wind. he kissed your jawline before looking up to the sky just as you were.

“you left,” he mumbled with another kiss. you inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking in the atmosphere around you.

“i used to be scared of storms, tommy,” you recounted to your husband. he nodded, his messy raven hair tickling your cheek and you grinned. “but now i’ve grown up and i’m no longer scared. i find comfort in the rain, i just wanted to come out and bask in my achievement.”

you and tommy stood still for a moment, rain drops hitting your faces every so often as the two of you rocked side to side. he shivered ever so slightly from the cool wind and you grasped his arms tighter.

“baby you must be freezing, let’s go back to bed, yeah?” you offered, pressing a kiss to tommy’s temple. tommy’s big blue eyes were still focused up on the sky, not responding to your proposal. you waited a few more moments before adjusting yourselves into a proper hug, your head on tommy’s bare chest as he held you close.

“no, let’s stay out a little longer. i’ve found the same comfort that you have in the rain.”

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surprise, baby

don’t come for me guys okay? especially the marvel fandom - my loves i promise i haven’t betrayed you, this man is just intoxicating🥴

warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy, suggestion of abortion, language, jonathan being a bit of an asshole but he makes up for it (??)

you waited nervously in his office, listening to the clock tick-tock tick-tock as your heel bounced restlessly on the floor.

jonathan usually preferred you didn’t come visit him at work, he didn’t enjoy having you exposed to all the creeps who roamed gotham city. you weren’t afraid, however. you knew your husband wished to help people psychologically and that he dealt with some of the worst criminals in gotham city. the acclaimed dr. crane worked to help those who needed psychological attention in order to keep gotham safe for its citizens.

all that to be said, to a certain extent, you also knew your husband wasn’t a saint.

you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt nervously, constantly glancing at the ticking clock. one of jonathan’s assistants said he would be in shortly, as he was finishing up in a meeting. in the fifteen minutes you had alone to yourself in his office you had already paced, fidgeted with a few items in the drawers of his desk, drawn little doodles in his calendar, and talked yourself down from a panic attack.

the afternoon sun was bright in jonathan’s office. the blinds were barely opened, and you took it upon yourself to open them more to let in more light, telling yourself to breathe in the sun and think positively.

yeah, as positively as those pregnancy results received only thirty minutes ago at the doctor’s office.

you grabbed a lone picture frame from your husband’s desk to be met with an image of you genuinely smiling in bed one morning. with your hair disheveled and the sheets pulled above your chest, your nose was scrunched, your eyes were closed, and your grin was plumping your cheeks. you scoffed and shook your head, slightly embarrassed at the candid picture he had decided to print out of all the other pictures he had of you, but it still melted your heart he saw you as beautiful and perfect no matter how you looked.

you were torn from your thoughts as you heard footsteps approaching outside. you quickly placed the frame back where it was on the desk and took a deep breath. he would be happy. tick-tock. this was exciting. tick-tock. a new chapter for you and him-

“hello my angel,” jonathan’s smooth voice greeted as he opened the door. you turned your head to greet your husband with a smile as his icy blue eyes looked at you lovingly through his glasses. he shut the door behind him and walked over to you, kissing your lips gently. “i wasn’t expecting to see you here today,” he continued on as he took his seat across from you. you blinked, trying to hold back any sign of anxiety that he would surely pick up on.

“i know, i’m sorry… my plans got changed and i just needed to come here to talk to you,” you explained with a nervous smile. jonathan’s loving expression faltered slightly as he analyzed your tone and body language. he blinked, parting his pink lips before speaking.

“something wrong, (y/n)?” he asked quizzically. god, you hated when he went all dr. crane on you. you were his wife, for god’s sake. you took a deep exhale, trying to straighten up.

“johnny, i have some news for you,” you began, your stomach doing absolute somersaults as you bit your lip. jonathan’s blue eyes stared at you as he awaited your announcement, unsure of what to expect. “i’m pregnant.”

jonathan sat there. he just sat. sat there like stoic dr. crane, professional dr. crane, as if you were venting to him about your mental dilemmas and troubles. he blinked his long eyelashes after a moment and took off his glasses, setting them on his desk.

“i’m sorry angel, what?” he asked, leaning forward slightly as if he needed to get closer to hear you. you blinked, your jaw open as you took in his unexpected reaction.

“i’m pregnant, jonathan,” you repeated, harsher than the time before. jonathan blinked once again as if you were speaking a language he didn’t understand. he then leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes staring at the ceiling as he swallowed. you scoffed, both hurt by his lack of excitement and pissed that your intelligent doctor was at a loss for words over this.

“shit…” he muttered, his hands behind his head. you did a double take and scoffed.

“babe i know we weren’t necessarily expecting this, but i had hoped you’d be a little more excited,” you began, trying to stay level-headed and talk it out with him. your anger slowly dissolved into panic as jonathan continued to be unresponsive. you stood up from your chair and walked around the desk to kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his knees. “talk to me jonathan, please,” you begged with worried eyes.

his eyes slowly lowered to meet yours, and he adjusted himself so he was closer to you and his hands were atop yours. your husband’s expression, though still very concentrated, still gave you warmth and comfort as you looked into his big blue eyes.

“and, we’re keeping it?” he verified with the slightest raise of an eyebrow.

you yanked your hands out from under his and stood up immediately, looking down at him with pure rage and aggression surging through your veins.

“was that a happy verification of ‘we’re keeping it’ or a disappointed ‘we’re keeping it?’” you barked. jonathan sat up in his chair, staring at you calmly as he took a deep breath. being the doctor that he was, he was very good at staying calm as you got angry at him and it took some effort to push his buttons.

usually.

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375 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

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MY FIRST TOMMY SHELBY FIC LET’S GO!!!!!!

warnings: cursing, fluff, brief discussion of menstruation, the shelbys being the shelbys lmao

“alright, i’m tired of calling her ‘florence.’”

you looked over at your older brother-in-law who had just set down his drink as he made the declaration out of the blue. your eyes then looked over confusingly to tommy, who shrugged amusingly before both pairs of eyes gazed back over to arthur.

you, tommy, polly, and the rest of tommy’s siblings all sat around the candlelit dinner table together, a rare occurrence considering all the business usually being done. however, as more and more shelby heirs were born, efforts were made to let the children all get together as often as possible to ensure close family connections between all of them.

john’s children, ada’s karl, and your little florence louise ran rampant through arrow house as they giggled and occasionally yelled gleefully. the adults sat in the dining room, the kids only occasionally running through for being told not to run through the dining room. it was a calm evening, most of the family pretty well planning to spend the night in you and tommy’s home. the stars and moon lit through the curtains and soft candlelight illuminated the rest.

“arthur, ‘florence’ is her name, as well as what we’ve been calling her the past two and a half years… what do you mean you’re tired of her name?” you asked skeptically, a hint of amusement lacing your voice as you stared at arthur.

“you don’t just get to change her name,” ada chimed in with her eyebrows raised, looking at her brother like he was a complete idiot or something. arthur raised his hands in surrender and leaned back in his chair.

“lemme finish me fuckin’ thought, alright?” he defended calmly. all eyes were on arthur and you glanced once again to tommy, the look on his face reading “this is gonna be good.”

“call me stupid-“

“easy,” john interrupted.

“-, but ‘florence’ just doesn’t seem like a shelby name, y’know?” arthur explained. john broke out into laughter and you blinked with a puzzled expression. ada mumbled a “jesus christ” and finn looked as though he was internally pondering the question.

“not a shelby name?” you regurgitated. polly rolled her eyes.

“i think florence is a fine name, a very pretty name. i’m not sure what you’re on about,” she glared in arthur’s direction. “too many letters for you to write out there, arthur?” polly added teasingly and john punched his brother lightly in the shoulder. arthur ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the ceiling.

“it’s just the way it sounds,” he added with a sigh. you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at this point, glancing to your husband with a small smile plastered across his face. tommy wasn’t going to comment, no. he wanted to see how this would all play out.

“‘florence shelby’ sounds- hey! katie, get off your brother,” john snapped to his kids in the other room before continuing. “‘florence shelby’ sounds like a right fitting name to me…” john thought out loud.

“but like, it’s long, isn’t it?” arthur continued on, gesturing with his hands. you squinted.

“why don’t you count the syllables in it?” ada asked, glancing around.

“syllables?” finn asked from the side.

“as in how many parts the name is broken up into,” polly explained. finn nodded as everyone mumbled your daughter’s name and brought out fingers to count with.

flo-rence.

flo-rence.

flo-ren-ce?

no, flo-rence.

“i count two,” you announced. ada, arthur, and polly nodded.

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: n/a

Race: Deomnes

Complexion: light skinned

Height: 5'2'' / 157 cm

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: she's got a fairly "boyish" figure,

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: like a soft brown, chestnut-ish Notes:

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: usually it's natural brown, unless dyed black or blonde Style: undercut all around like the homo she is.

Eye color: her eyes are usually green, sometimes they appear blue depending on the light. Details: her eyes shine like a cat with direct light and in flash photos.

Scars: several! you'll likely notice the one of her head first.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: (For Example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc) mostly blacks aside from her BRIGHT RED leather jacket.

Typical Clothing: jacket, ripped jeans, tank top or over sized t shirt

Piercings: ears, nose, nips.

Tattoos: several, mostly on her arms and chest.

Other Information:

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: chronic resting bitch face.

Default Body Language: hands in pockets, relaxed 

General Movements:  (Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk?) nahhh

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: (Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one?) she's mostly a calming presence bc she's chill but uhhh, she CAN be super irritating with some of her tics ( she likes to drum her fingers on tables etc. ) 

Appearance: (Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc) she's a little unkept but like in a rugged lesbian way.

Scent: leather, vanilla, apple blossom

Voice Description: she has a melodic voice, a little raspy from yelling a lot over the years but pleasant on the ears.

Accent: yes / no More information: her accent is based on the New Zealander one, mixed with a touch of british

Speech Mannerisms: (Formal, informal, curses a lot, etc) sWEARS LIKE A SAILOR , drops a lot of letters and blends some words together into a string of nonsense

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Thoroughbred: Origin, Height, Weight, Special Information

England developed a fine breed of horse for racing and jumping. The origins of the Thoroughbred can be traced to records that show that stock of Arab and Barb horses was introduced into England as early as the 3rd century.

Natural conditions favored the development of original stock, and selective breeding was encouraged by those interested in racing.

In the reigns of James I and Charles I, 43 mares – the so-called Royal Mares – were imported into England, and a record, the General Stud Book, was started, listing only those horses that could be traced back to England.

Royal mares in the direct line, or to one of three other horses imported to England: Byerley Turk (imported 1689), Darley Arabian (after 1700), and Godolphin Barb (about 1730). The English Thoroughbred has since been introduced to most countries, where it is bred for racing or used to improve local breeds.

A son of the Darley Arabian, Bull Rock, was imported to Virginia in the 1730s. Over the next 45 years, 186 Thoroughbreds imported from England became the foundation of Thoroughbred breeding in the United States.

Thoroughbreds have delicate heads, slender bodies, broad chests, and short backs. Their short leg bones allow for long, easy walking. They are sensitive and highly emotional.

Averaging 16 hands (64 inches, or 163 cm) tall and weighing about 1,000 pounds (450 kg) at maturity, Thoroughbreds are typically bay, chestnut, brown, black, or gray. Outstanding for speed and endurance, they have joined and improved upon many other breeds of horses.

The term Thoroughbred is sometimes incorrectly used to mean purebred, but Thoroughbreds are a specific breed, recorded in the General Stud Book of the English Jockey Club organized around 1750, or in the studbooks of similar clubs in other countries.

Origin: Englan

Weight: 450kg – 550kg

Height: 15 hands – 17 hands

Lifespan: 25 – 35 years

Best For horse racing, show jumping, dressage, and more

Breed characteristics

A typical Thoroughbred ranges from 15.2 to 17.0 hands (62 to 68 in, 157 to 173 cm) tall, with an average of 16 hands (64 in, 163 cm). They are often bay, dark bay or brown, chestnut, black, or grey.

Less common colors in the United States include roan and palomino. White is very rare but is a recognized color apart from gray. The face and lower legs may be marked with white, but the white will not usually appear on the body. Coat patterns that have more than one color on the body, such as Pinto or Appaloosa, are not recognized by mainstream breed registries.

Good-quality Thoroughbreds have a well-set head over a long neck, high withers, deep chest, short back, good depth of hindquarters, lean body, and long legs. Thoroughbreds are classified as “warm-blooded” breeds, which are animals bred for agility and speed and are generally considered energetic and bold.

History

Thoroughbreds can trace their origins to the late 17th century in Great Britain. Horse racing had already existed there for centuries, and people selectively bred horses for their racing qualities.

Three stallions were imported into England in the late 1600s and early 1700s: the Byerley Turk, the Darley Arabian, and the Godolphin Arabian (named for their owners, an earlier common practice).

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Birds of Prey, Bronz Zoo (No. 1)

The tawny frogmouth (Podargus strigoides) is a species of frogmouth native to the Australian mainland and Tasmania and found throughout. It is a big-headed, stocky bird, often mistaken for an owl, due to its nocturnal habits and similar colouring, and sometimes, at least archaically, referred to as mopoke or mopawk, a name also used for the Australian boobook, the call of which is often confused with that of the tawny frogmouth.

Tawny frogmouths are large, big-headed birds that can measure from 34 to 53 cm (13 to 21 in) long. Weights have been recorded up to 680 g (1.50 lb) in the wild (and perhaps even more in captivity), but these are exceptionally high. In the nominate race, 55 males were found to weigh a mean of 354 g (12.5 oz), while 39 females weighed a mean of 297 g (10.5 oz), with a range between both of 157 to 555 g (5.5 to 19.6 oz). Among the subspecies P. s. brachypterus, 20 unsexed birds were found to average 278 g (9.8 oz) with a range of 185 to 416 g (6.5 to 14.7 oz). In P. s. phalaenoides, a weight range of 205 to 364 g (7.2 to 12.8 oz) was reported. Thus, in terms of average if not maximal body mass, the tawny is a bit smaller than its relative, the Papuan frogmouth. Tawny frogmouths are stocky and compact with rounded wings and short legs. They have wide, heavy, olive-grey to blackish bills that are hooked at the tip and topped with distinctive tufts of bristles. Their eyes are large and yellow, a trait shared by owls. However they are not forward facing like an owls.

Tawny frogmouths have three distinct colour morphs, grey being the most common in both sexes. Males of this morph have silver-grey upperparts with black streaks and slightly paler underparts with white barring and brown to rufous mottling. Females of this morph are often darker with more rufous mottling. Females of the subspecies P. s. strigoides have a chestnut morph and females of the subspecies P. s. phalaenoides have a rufous morph. Leucistic or albinistic all-white aberrant plumage for this species has been documented.

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Low Cal Vegan Mushroom Bourguignon

its like this fancy ass stew, idk i like it

Ingredients

250 grams carrots = 103 kcal 250 grams baby onions = 80 kcal 850 gram mushrooms cut into chunky pieces (chestnut-mushrooms & mini-portobellos preferably) = 187 kcal 250ml vegetable stock =12 kcal 185ml red wine = 157 kcal 2 tbsp tomato puree or paste = 26 kcal 1 small bunch fresh-thyme = 10 kcal 2 bay leaves = 6 kcal black pepper = 0 kcal 4 cloves garlic minced = 18 kcal

Recipe 

Peel the baby-onions and eliminate the tops and tails, but otherwise leave whole. Additionally top and tail the baby-carrots.Heat a large-pan then add the mushrooms, baby onions, baby carrots and water as needed to keep from sticking. Cook over a moderate heat for 5-10 minutes, adding the garlic for the past few minutes of cooking time. The mushrooms must be tender and ought to have released their juices. The carrots and onions will nonetheless be rather hard. Add the red-wine and turn up the heat. Simmer for a couple of minutes, then add the remaining ingredients. Mix well to blend. Move the mix to an oven-safe casserole-dish. Cover with a lid or any foil then bake at 290C/375°F for 40 minutes, or till the onions and carrots are cooked to your liking. 

serve alone, on bread/corn crackers, cauliflower rice, mashed potatoes or whatever.

Nutrition 

Serves 4 at 150 kcal per 457 grams 

whole thing =  600 per 1818 grams

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name: nia

nickname: nini, ni

zodiac sign: capricorn

height: 157 cm / 5′2″

languages: fluent in english, filipino, knows a BIT of spanish

nationality: filipino

favorite season: autumn

favorite flower: tiger lilies

favorite scent: cinnamon, mint

favorite color: monochromatic, complementary colors more preferably gold and silver) and pale pastel colors

favorite animal: dogs, bunnies, tbh lions lmao

favorite fictional character: honestly i’ll never shut up about mr darcy from pride and prejudice and zuko from atla bc mr darcy is all you need in a man and zuko has the best character development in all of cartoon history nobody change my mind

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee but i can’t handle strong dosages of caffeine so sometimes i just settle for tea

average sleep hours: 9

dog or cat person: dog 

number of blankets you sleep with: 1

dream trip: a cruise around asia and europe oof the dream

blog established: summer of 2019 

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random fact: this quarantine made me dye my hair twice in 3 weeks so if 3 weeks ago was chestnut brown, it’s dyed copper brown now. i want it lighter so in the next 3 weeks i’m going for a medium or light brown

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              Knabstrupper

This horse breed is habitually about 15.2 to 16 hands (62 to 64 inches, 157 to 163 cm). But they are also pony sized ones under 14.2 hands (58 inches, 147 cm). 

The majestically beautiful coat patterns range from solid to a full leopard spotted coat, with several variants in between. Therefore, the spotted color patterns common in the Knabstrupper are seen in other breeds. Such as the Appaloosa horse, however, the two breeds grown independently of one another.

Few “Knabstrupper” are born with solid colors, like in as bay or chestnut. The “Knabstrupper” breed was first established in 1812 in Denmark. A chestnut mare with leopard complex blanket markings was bred to a solid-colored stallion. Which bring into being a colt with dramatic spotting. Therefore, the mare and her son were each bred to several other horses, creating numerous offspring with spotting and establishing the “Knabstrupper” as a breed. Indeed, this breed was once very popular, but later on, it was crossbred with other horses and it is not sure if any purebreds from this breed remain. They do well in dressage and show jumping, and are used in general riding, as carriage horses, and as circus horses.

In 1971, three Appaloosa stallions were imported to Denmark to enlarge new blood to the “Knabstrupper breed”. Thus “Knabstruppers” these days are bred in Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Switzerland, Italy, Germany, United Kingdom, USA, and, most lately, Czech Republic, Australia, and New Zealand. 

Spots, spots and more spots is what this breed is known for. Coat patterns range from solid to a full leopard spotted coat, with many variants in between. The spotted colour patterns common in this breed of horse are also seen in other breeds, such as the Appaloose horse, though the two breeds developed independently of one another. The Knabstrupper generally has either warmblood or Baroque horse conformation.

Knabstrupper’s are used for general riding and do well in dressage and show jumping. They are also used as carriage horses and some can be seen in the circus.

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Beware the Spanish inscription: A French Book of Hours, an Admiral, and an Iberian patron(?)

Fifty-two discoveries from the BiblioPhilly project, No. 13/52

   Book of Hours, Use of Rome, France, ca. 1475, Philadelphia, Free Library of Philadelphia, Lewis E 212,  fols. 31r and 210v (beginning of the Hours of the Virgin with miniature of at Annunciation, and subsidiary scenes from the Life of the Virgin; suffrage of Saint Catherine with small miniature, showing rotunda-style script and the work of a second artist)

The Free Library of Philadelphia’s Lewis E 212 is a quite finely produced and well-preserved French Book of Hours of around 1475. Looking closely at its miniatures, we can determine that they are by two distinct artists: a more skilled and possibly younger artist, likely trained in Tours, was responsible for the pastel-like calendar vignettes and thirteen small miniatures; another artist, likely trained in Paris, produced the eleven large miniatures and their borders, as well as the small miniature for the Obsecro te. We prefer the luscious style of the former, as evidenced by the lovely calendar scenes. But who are we to judge?

Lewis E 212, fols. 2r–13v (details of calendar vignettes with labors of the months and signs of the zodiac)

However, what grabs our attention more than the division of labor between two distinct artists trained in Paris and Tours respectively, a phenomenon that is well-attested elsewhere elsewhere,[1] is the book’s calligraphy. The manuscript’s large, clear, southern Rotunda script is unusual for a manuscript completed in the Loire Valley or Paris, and is more typical of manuscripts produced in Spain or Italy. In fact, a barely discernible inscription at the top of folio 1r is written in Spanish; this is likely what prompted Seymour de Ricci to state that it “was in Spain, ca. 1600” when he described the manuscript over eighty years ago.

  Lewis E 212, fol. 1r (prayer in Spanish, with contrast-adjusted detail)

A close inspection of the inscription shows that the first line reads “La oracion del emperador…,” while the second ends with instructions for when the prayer is to be recited: “…in la mañana y a la noche.” The presence of this inscription, coupled with the unusual Rotunda script of the manuscript, point, perhaps, to it being originally intended for a Spanish patron. The production of bespoke manuscripts for the Spanish market was relatively frequent in the Netherlands (and we in fact encountered it previously in a Book of Hours from Lehigh University), but it is very unusual for France.

   Lewis E 212, upper cover (with arms of Jean-Louis Girardin de Vauvré); Portrait of Jean-Louis Girargin de Vauvré, after Hyacinthe Rigaud

The later ownership of the manuscript by the superintendent of the French Navy Jean-Louis Girardin de Vauvré (1642–1724), confirmed by the presence of his arms on the binding (a shield with three bird heads), is interesting, as he was heavily involved in the War of the Spanish Succession. Though we have no precise knowledge of his book collecting habits, as a highly mobile Naval official he would have had ample opportunity to acquire such a book during his travels.

   Photo of Lydia Thompson Morris, University of Pennsylvania, Morris Arboretum Archives; Portrait of Isaac Paschall Morris by a Follower of Thomas Sully, ca. 1835–40, Philadelphia, Philadelphia Museum of Art, 1928-7-121

Incidentally, the book’s presence in the collections of the Free Library of Philadelphia is due to the generosity of Lydia Thompson Morris (1849–1932), who donated historic Cedar Grove house (in West Fairmount Park) to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Together with her brother John, she owned the large Compton estate in Chestnut Hill that was to become the Morris Arboretum of the University of Pennsylvania. Lydia and John Morris had inherited much of their wealth from their father, Isaac Paschall Morris (1803–1869), who had grown wealthy supplying iron fittings for ships.

[1] See Thomas Kren, “Seven Illuminated Books of Hours Written by the Parisian Scribe Jean Dubreuil, c. 1475–1485,” in Reading Texts and Images: Essays on Medieval and Renaissance Art and Patronage in Honour of Margaret M. Manion, ed. Bernard J. Muir (Exeter: University of Exeter Press, 2002), 157–200.

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