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Charles Altamont Doyle (English, 1832 – 1893)
Saint Giles: Residual ghosts evoked by bells at the cathedral in Edinburgh
The father of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Charles Doyle was plagued by depression and alcoholism throughout his life. He was committed to a mental asylum in 1881. He was miserable and longed for his freedom. He planned a violent escape but was re-captured. Then Doyle created intricate paintings of fairies to try to prove his sanity.
Nothing worked, and he died in the asylum in 1893. Are these paintings the work of an insane man?
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Ok. So the Harry Potter fandom is one of the largest there is here on this website. And we’ve been starved of books and films for
way too fucking longquite a few years. Now there is a massive fan film coming up, for those of you who don’t know, called The Gathering Storm. It’s a film based in the Marauders era. From what I’ve seen, it’s looking really really good, and the cast is PERFECT. But here is the thing. They need $40,000 by Tuesday, April 22, 2014. If they don’t get it by then, this probably won’t happen. So I’m begging all those of you who can, to DONATE. If you can’t donate, atleast reblog this post so more people can know of it.
I’m calling on all of you Potterheads for your support, because I know this is a massive fandom, and we can really help this happen.
Come on you guys, if tumblr can get someone a fluffy chicken, we can definitely make this happen.
DONATE IF YOU CAN AND REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG AND WE MIGHT HAVE A FANFILM SOON.
"Come on you guys, if tumblr can get someone a fluffy chicken, we can definitely make this happen."
We’re halfway through our time, and we’re at 40% funding!
This isn’t bad by any stretch, but we need to keep pushing if we want to be able to make this film! If every one of our followers pledged the cost of a cup of coffee, we’d be almost there. It’s not always about the giant donations, folks. Every little bit helps!
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Friendzone, Jezebel, 28 March 2014:I just don’t seem to get along with girls very well. It’s never been a conscious choice on my part. I just find most women to be boring. I know that sounds really bad! I just don’t want to talk about babies or clothes or makeup or dating or diets or weddings. I want to talk about business and gaming and sports and stuff like that. I have a few close girl friends, but they are often characterized as being “like a dude in a dress” (and yes, I cringe when I hear that). I hate it when my boyfriend goes off with his guy friends at a dinner party and I’m stuck with the ladies. What do I do?
Dear Coolest And Most Uniquely Awesome Lady Who Ever Lived Despite The Fact That She Is A Lady, The Worst And Most Boring Thing,
This is always a tough one, because what are you supposed to do about the fact that literally every woman on planet earth, with the notable exception of yourself, is vapid, boring and wholly uninterested in business, gaming and sports, the three most riveting topics of all time, conceived 100% by the superior and fascinating minds of men, with literally no input, assistance, or origination from women?
The total worth of the world’s human females amounts to little more than a hill of lipstick-stained tulle; you are merely the exception that proves the rule. You just have an innate understanding of what is awesome—i.e. business, gaming and sports—and what is not awesome—i.e. things that are not business, gaming and sports, which is to say, things women care about. It goes without saying that since gender is a universal, ever-static experience for all people with the unique exception of you, the magicalest lady snowflake, there’s no reason to expect any diversity either in gender identity or presentation from other humans, and it’s safe to assume that your read of “man” and “woman” is the only one ever of all time.
The only solution I see is that instead of using your time machine to travel backwards to a decade when men and women separated themselves after dinner, use it to go forwards, to a time when you are the last lady on earth and can finally be assuaged of the horrible guilt you feel for not being able to befriend all these terrible, asinine women who have nothing to offer you. You will then be able to take your rightful place as the only cool girl ever. The dudes won’t be able to get over how cool you are while you’re all trying to survive on irradiated cockroaches and neon green rainwater.
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