Of Art and other Curiosities

annabellioncourt:

mamalaz:

BBC Sherlock in the original Victorian era

AHHHHHHH

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omg perfect  

Christine simply took off her mask and said: ‘It is a tragedy, Raoul!”

He now saw her face and could not suppress a cry of surprise and shock. Gone as her fresh, glowing complexion. No longer a reflection of her tranquil disposition and untroubled conscience, her face - so charming and gentle in former days - was deadly pale. How anguished she looked now! Her features were cruelly furrowed by sorrow and her beautiful, limpid eyes - Little Lotte’s eyes - had become wells of deep, dark, unfathomable mystery and were bordered with terribly doleful shadows.

(Source: miss-annie-kay)

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awesome phanart  # wow!  

I’m convinced Gatiss and Moffat are both on tumblr and laughing their asses of from all the Sherlock-fandom-shenanigans.

They’ll probably prolong the hiatus to get the most out of it.

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comicshans:

supervillan skeleton

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fripperiesandfobs:

Wedding dress, 1915

From the Rijksmuseum

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asylum-art:

The Anatomical Work of Nunzio Paci

artist on tumblr

“My whole work deals with the relationship between man and Nature, in particular with animals and plants. The focus of my observation is body with its mutations. My intention is to explore the infinite possibilities of life, in search of a balance between reality and imagination.”

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ninjagiry:

muirin007:

elf-in-mirror:

fdelopera:

operafish:

not-your-average-phan:

Um… Erik?

Give em the ol (ope)razzle dazzle

Erik has cloned an army of small singing, dancing Opera Ghosts. Run, Christine, while you still can. O_o

I think Erik is dancing Riverdance…

GOOD GRIEF, HE’S NAKED.

"Christine feel my leg I just shaved"

Anything to take attention away from his nose.
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aseaofquotes:

— Theodore Roethke

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I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still.
- Albert Camus, from The Stranger (via violentwavesofemotion) -
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quotes  # albert camus  

fdelopera:

operafish:

not-your-average-phan:

Um… Erik?

Give em the ol (ope)razzle dazzle

Erik has cloned an army of small singing, dancing Opera Ghosts. Run, Christine, while you still can. O_o

I think Erik is dancing Riverdance…
July 28th | 240 notes | Reblog
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