Cafés don’t have clocks because they are timeless places
there’s a cafe in my town called time and it has clocks all over the walls, but none of them are the same or the right time, so like, #confirmed
That café is the entry to the faery world sorry I don’t make the rules
“Do not eat or drink fairy food.”
“I know… but have you tried their lattes?”
okay but the whole thing about not accepting fairy food or drink is that they give it to you and you then owe them something for it
so like, if it’s a normal cafe and you pay for your coffee & muffin you’d technically be okay since you paid them
so what I’m saying is, fairies starting coffee shops because it’s actually pretty profitable and more interesting than just waiting for humans to stumble into fairy circles
Some Fair Folk Cafe’s are fine, you go in, pay for your food, and if you leave wanting to go back that’s normal. These guys want you returning, they like humans, want to watch them and interact with them and learn about them.
Some, less so. You feel an urge, an itch under your skin to take more than you paid for. “We can upgrade you for free, if you’d like!” The cashier says. There’s something a little off in her smile. Sharp teeth are uncanny at this angle, you think. You shake your head, refusing politely.
“Samples, take one!” The person stocking the cabinet says, holding out a plate of small pieces of cake. They don’t say free, they don’t say what they cost. You know better than to take them at the implied meaning. Fair Folk don’t do ‘implied’.
“I just ate, but thank you,” you reply gracefully. The smile fades, sharp teeth hidden, before it widens again.
“Next time then,” they say, and you feel the promise brushing over your skin.
“Maybe,” you reply, still smiling. You know better than to agree with one of the Fair Folk. Words have weight after all, and none more than the echo of a promise to one of The People.
Bucky Barnes… with an undercut. Also, an example of how one lazily avoids having to draw his entire metal arm, lol. Well, expect more indulgent Sebastian Stan portraits from me every once in a while! He just has a nice face to draw…
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the accords make sense in the comics, in a world with eighty smajllion superpowered metahumans wandering around exploding each other and opening dimensions. in the mcu there are like….. twelve people to keep track of. twelve. half of them are current government employees
no wonder Oceantanamo only had like 8 fucking cells like what the fuck are you gonna do tie the Hulk up outside like a dog and watch him swim laps around idiot island
my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
My overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
My femme girlfriend: [throwing on a sundress and head scarf] okay baby I love you and you look so handsome
Me: [after spending 6 hours on my hair and makeup] Babe I’m ready to head out now
My femme wife: [who has also taken 6 hours] Okay babe I love you I’m ready and your highlight is poppin severely but you need to blend that contour in a little bit
Me: [fixing her eyebrows] I love you
my overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok love im ready to leave the house
my equally overdressed femme girlfriend: [also hour and a half later] okay baby i love you we’re both so pretty
Me: [10 minutes and a tank top later] ok babe let’s go
My equally lazy butch girlfriend: [also 10 minutes and a tank top later] I love you honey but we gotta stop taking each other’s tank tops
Some of the most remarkable items from the Bodleian Libraries’ collections have been selected for long-term display in our Treasures Exhibition. This is where visitors can find a whole slate of the ‘greatest hits’ in one single gallery, from Shakespeare’s First Folio to Magna Carta, or Handel’s hand-annotated Messiah to Shelley’s long-lost Poetical Essay.
One extra gem – almost an honorary member of the Treasures selection – can be found just outside the exhibition. Hanging proudly on the wall in the Weston Library’s Blackwell Hall is the Sheldon Tapestry Map of Worcestershire.
This is one of four lavish, groundbreaking tapestry maps, alongside others of Oxfordshire, Gloucestershire and Warwickshire, that were intricately woven from silk and wool for landowner Ralph Sheldon in the 1590s. Sections of the Oxfordshire and Worcestershire maps have been owned by the Bodleian since they were donated in 1809; we have also purchased several pieces of the Gloucestershire map at auction in the years since.
Because it’s simply so detail-packed and comes with so many stories, the Sheldon Tapestry Map gets its own special event for visitors on every weekday.
From 11.30am until noon one of our guides (who is, whenever possible, an expert from our Map Room) goes on duty in Blackwell Hall, ready to tell stories about the map or answer any visitors’ questions.
There’s a lot to say about the Sheldon maps, and the questions asked by guests will ensure that every morning’s talk is different, but here are just a few of the things we learned from the expert guide in just a few minutes – and all while we were taking onboard the tapestry’s immense, delicate beauty in person.
Each of the four tapestries shows one of the labours of Hercules. On the Worcestershire map is a depiction of Hercules killing the Hydra.
The map is largely consistent with many other maps at the time, but also features the brilliantly-named WorldesEnd which, soon after the tapestries were completed, vanished from maps entirely.
Weston House, Ralph Sheldon’s own home, is featured on all four maps, making the links between their geography more obvious.
The map’s scale is approximately 1:25,000, which is the same as today’s Ordnance Survey Explorer Maps.
The Worcestershire map is detailed in purple, with Oxford set in orange, Gloucestershire in green and Warwickshire in yellow.
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