EDMUND X READER "Edmund, I... I like you" I confessed. Fiddling with my fingers. My eyes were looking at everything. Anything. Anything but him. "I just wanted to know how... how you feel... what you feel about... me. Us." It was silent for a few moments. I finally looked at him to find out why he was so quiet. The moment my eyes landed on his face, I was able to see his expression. He had the biggest smile and his cheeks were red. Like red red. "Y/N," He said my name. That alone made me feel butterflies. He chuckled, "You really are clueless." Edmund stood up and took my hands. He stood me up gently. We were now standing in front of each other with the sunset behind us, hitting the right features. Our eyes were fixated on each other. "This whole time," he said, "did you not even have one passing thought that I maybe have liked you too?" I blushed. Redder than cherries. "I never got to think about it" I answered. "Why?" "Because," he said as he cupped my chin gently, "I like you too." You, move into a new town in England and meet the four Pevensies. You accidentally enter an enchanting new world you've never been to. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO DISNEY. I DONT KNOW HOW THIS WORKS BUT THE CHARACTERS AND NARNIA BELONG TO DISNEY. THE STORY BELONG TO ME.
EDMUND X READER "Edmund, I... I like you" I confessed. Fiddling with my fingers. My eyes were looking at everything. Anything. Anything but him. "I just wanted to know how... how you feel... what you feel about... me. Us." It was silent for a few moments. I finally looked at him to find out why he was so quiet. The moment my eyes landed on his face, I was able to see his expression. He had the biggest smile and his cheeks were red. Like red red. "Y/N," He said my name. That alone made me feel butterflies. He chuckled, "You really are clueless." Edmund stood up and took my hands. He stood me up gently. We were now standing in front of each other with the sunset behind us, hitting the right features. Our eyes were fixated on each other. "This whole time," he said, "did you not even have one passing thought that I maybe have liked you too?" I blushed. Redder than cherries. "I never got to think about it" I answered. "Why?" "Because," he said as he cupped my chin gently, "I like you too." You, move into a new town in England and meet the four Pevensies. You accidentally enter an enchanting new world you've never been to. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO DISNEY. I DONT KNOW HOW THIS WORKS BUT THE CHARACTERS AND NARNIA BELONG TO DISNEY. THE STORY BELONG TO ME.
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About This Product Once upon a time…the name Edmund came to be. Our personalized art print celebrates the singular story of Edmund’s remarkable journey through history, featuring a detailed account of the name’s origin, meaning and how it managed to survive the test of time. The descriptive words at the bottom of Edmund’s print reflect the spirit and energy of its “Destiny Number” according to numerology. Whether Edmund is a newborn, teen, or grown-up, a family member, friend, teacher, co-worker or any special someone, each story is an inspirational reminder of his core identity: Edmund, that one wonderful word by which he is known. As a gift or keepsake to honor and inspire the Edmund in your life, our art print makes for smart, engaging and distinctive décor. Combining typography with artistic expression, our original content is a result of years of rigorous research and carefully curated pieces of history. Every story we tell, we tell with love. Framed and unframed artwork is made to order in our California and Oregon facilities. Art prints are professionally printed on heavyweight fine art paper with archival inks for vibrant long-lasting color, clear text and crisp imagery. Each solid wood frame is handcrafted and available in smooth matte black and soft matte white painted finishes. With a buffered acid-free mat and backing to beautifully showcase your art, framing-grade acrylic glazing filters UV rays for protection and longevity. Frame is finished with a dust cover, wall bumpers and wire ready for hanging!
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"But what is liberty without wisdom, and without virtue? It is the greatest of all possible evils; for it is folly, vice, and madness, without tuition or restraint." Edmund Burke
French illustrator Edmund Dulac (1882 –1953) was a well known for his rich and detailed children’s book illustrations. One of my favorite things about Dulac is his use of color. Many of his watercolor illustrations show scenes in low light (night, twilight, or perhaps indoor scenes) but with bright flashes of color somewhere in the scene. He seemed to prefer cool colors for his palette, using only a limited number of warm colors for emphasis. (See how the scarlet stands out in the illustration below.) Edmund Dulac illustration from "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" I thought it might be fun to hypothesize on which watercolor paints I have right now that could be used to reproduce the colors in his paintings. Here’s the list that I came up with: Winsor yellow (WN - Winsor Newton), Lemon Yellow (DS - Daniel Smith), French Ochre (DS), Quin. Burnt Orange (DS), Scarlett Lake (WN), Alizarin Crimson (DS), Rose Madder Genuine (DS), Prussian Blue (DS), Mayan Blue Dark (DS), Cobalt Blue (DS), Manganese Blue Hue (DS), Ultramarine Turquoise (DS), Phthalo Green (DS), and Bohemian Green Earth (DS). Edmund Dulac "The Queen of Sheba" As seen in the above illustration, Dulac also occasionally uses a very bright, cool blue-violet in his paintings to wonderful affect. You can see how lovely this color looks when placed next to the scarlet. Although I think I could mix this color using Prussian Blue and Alizarin Crimson, it might be easier to just add Cobalt Blue Violet (DS) to my palette instead. (Cobalt Blue Violet is about the same brightness and temperature as the violet-blue he was using.) Although I’m certain Dulac did not have all of these particular colors in his palette (Mayan Blue Dark being a new Daniel Smith color for instance), I think I can get pretty close using the colors I've outlined here. We’ll see! UPDATE: Here's a picture of the palette colors mentioned above. I think they look pretty harmonious, although the true test will be when I start painting with them. Stay tuned... My version of the Dulac palette
Edmund Thomas Clint an Indian child prodigy known for having drawn over 25,000 paintings in just 2522 days, Sadly, he lived only for 7 years ( May 19, 1976 – April 15, 1983) and passed away d…
Edmund Spenser (c. 1552 – 13 January 1599) was an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem celebrating, through fantastical allegory, the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. He is recognized as one of the premier craftsmen of Modern English verse in its infancy. Edmund Spenser was born in London around 1552. As a young boy, he was educated in London at the Merchant Taylors' School and matriculated as a sizar at Pembroke College, Cambridge.[1][2] In July 1580 Spenser went to Ireland, in the service of the newly appointed lord deputy, Arthur Lord Grey de Wilton. Then he served with the English forces during the Second Desmond Rebellion. After the defeat of the rebels he was awarded lands in County Cork that had been confiscated in the Munster Plantation during the Elizabethan reconquest of Ireland. Among his acquaintances in the area was Walter Raleigh, a fellow colonist. Through his poetry Spenser hoped to secure a place at court, which he visited in Raleigh's company to deliver his most famous work, the Faerie Queene. However, he boldly antagonized the queen's principal secretary, Lord Burghley, and all he received in recognition of his work was a pension in 1591. When it was proposed that he receive payment of 100 pounds for his epic poem, Burghley remarked, "What, all this for a song!" In the early 1590s, Spenser wrote a prose pamphlet titled, A View of the Present State of Ireland. This piece remained in manuscript until its publication and print in the mid-seventeenth century. It is probable that it was kept out of print during the author's lifetime because of its inflammatory content. The pamphlet argued that Ireland would never be totally 'pacified' by the English until its indigenous language and customs had been destroyed, if necessary by violence. Spenser recommended scorched earth tactics, such as he had seen used in the Desmond Rebellions, to create famine. Although it has been highly regarded as a polemical piece of prose and valued as a historical source on 16th century Ireland, the View is seen today as genocidal in intent. Spenser did express some praise for the Gaelic poetic tradition, but also used much tendentious and bogus analysis to demonstrate that the Irish were descended from barbarian Scythian stock. Later on, during the Nine Years War in 1598, Spenser was driven from his home by Irish rebels. His castle at Kilcolman, near Doneraile in North Cork was burned, and it is thought one of his infant children died in the blaze - though local legend has it that his wife also died. He possessed a second holding to the south, at Rennie, on a rock overlooking the river Blackwater in North Cork. The ruins of it are still visible today. A short distance away grew a tree, locally known as "Spenser's Oak" until it was destroyed in a lightning strike in the 1960s. Local legend has it that he penned some or all of The Faerie Queene under this tree. Queen Victoria is said to have visited the tree while staying in nearby Convamore House during her state visit to Ireland before she died. In the following year Spenser traveled to London, where he died in distressed circumstances, aged forty-six. It was arranged for his coffin to be carried by other poets, upon which they threw many pens and pieces of poetry into his grave with many tears.
The SS Edmund Fitzgerald is a doomed Great Lakes freighter that sank to the bottom of Lake Superior on November 10th, 1975 with all 29 men on board.
KING EDMUND
"I really don't like puny dwarfs but, they're just way too ugly for my liking" -Edmund King Edmund Pevensie (1930-1949), also known as "Ed", was the third of the Pevensie children, and the second one to enter the magical world of Narnia. He was mischievous, dry witted and rather sarcastic, but changed largely after his experience with the White Witch who tricked him into betraying his siblings for her. Edmund was crowned king of Narnia, along with his brother Peter, and sisters Susan and Lucy Pe
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Leurs respirations saccadées se mélangèrent, et le roi ébène retrouva une nouvelle fois les lèvres de l'ombre, puis une autre, et encore une autre, sans pouvoir s'arrêter. « Merde. » grogna-t-il, entre deux baisers. La jeune fille ria face à la détresse du combattant qui quelques minutes plus tôt, prétendait avoir le contrôle.
