[winneocent]

[love]

The Lovers of Valdaro, discovered by archaeologists at a tomb in San Giorgio near Mantua, Italy. The couple have been holding one another for 6,000 years.

[ghostclvb]

jesu fucking christi the goddamn theme is heavenly bodies. it’s the roman catholic church. this red carpet should be teeming with grossly ludicrously deliciously opulent drama. WHERE IS THE RELIGIOUS ICONOGRAPHY? WHERE IS THE HERESY? THE BLASPHEMY? if nobody shows up to the met gala this year dressed like a literal flaming archangel covered in a thousand eyes wearing six wings and a triple halo then what is the FUCKING POINT.  

[ghostclvb]

DEMONS. I WANNA SEE DEMONS WALKING DOWN THIS RED CARPET.

[baasama]

some met 2018 favorites ✨

[nitaniel-art]

Old but nice sketch I just finished.

What’s happening here? Is it a vampire? Hades and Persephone? Are they kissing, or is he biting her? No one knows… it’s up to you

[macaedh]

what the fuck ethan

[kvothbloodless]

I wish i had a context for this. But I really dont.

[pervocracy]

I was all ready to “um, actually” this, but, um, actually there’s about 3-4 grams of iron in a person, which x400 is 1.2-1.6kg, which is a smallish but not unreasonable sword. So. Math checks out.

[maxknightley]

How would you extract the iron, though? The more practical solution would be to kill a mere hundred men, then mix 1 part blood with 3 parts standard molten iron, imo. Cheaper and faster, while still retaining the edge that only evil magic can give you.

[bemusedlybespectacled]

Or, you could just make the sword of iron, and then use the blood to temper the blade.

[squeeful]

1.2 to 1.6 kilograms is a perfectly reasonable large sword.  Your average longsword was 1.1–1.8 kg and I don’t even remember if that’s including the weight of the hilt, guard, and pommel or just the blade.  Your more classic “knight sword” was a mere 1.1 kilograms on average; the blood of 400 men is more than enough.

This is using the comparatively crappy metallurgy of medieval Europe and their meh iron swords.  Move east to, say, contemporary Iran and make a scimitar using high carbon steel (~2%) for a .75 kilogram blade and you only need the blood of about 225 men.

[optimysticals]

So putting my thoughts in on this… because how could I not.

So you’ve exsanguinated your 400 guys to get the iron for your sword. Cool. But now you have 400 bodies lying around.

Why not put those to good use and cremate them. Use the carbon from those 400 bodies (you won’t need all of them) and now you can make a nice mid-high carbon steel sword.

Now you have a sword forged with the blood of your enemies AND strengthened with their bones.

[hedwig-dordt]

“high fantasy math” - the tag I should have expected to write some day.

[themarysue]

I’m so proud of everyone in this post

[just--space]

If Earth had Saturn’s Rings

From an excellent post by Jason Davis

From Washington, D.C., the rings would only fill a portion of the sky, but appear striking nonetheless. Here, we see them at sunrise.

From Guatemala, only 14 degrees above the equator, the rings would begin to stretch across the horizon. Their reflected light would make the moon much brighter.

From Earth’s equator, Saturn’s rings would be viewed edge-on, appearing as a thin, bright line bisecting the sky.

At the March and September equinoxes, the Sun would be positioned directly over the rings, casting a dramatic shadow at the equator.

At midnight at the Tropic of Capricorn, which sits at 23 degrees south latitude, the Earth casts a shadow over the middle of the rings, while the outer portions remain lit.

via x

[justbehappydamnit]

I didn’t know I wanted earth to have rings but now I know and am sad

[baasama]

some met 2018 favorites ✨

these are available as prints, etc on my redbubble 

[purgatorrie]

Vicious beasty

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Tangled concept art by Claire Keane (x)

[conquerorwurm]

I love that age when little girls get really  weird and mystical and savage

Like nine through eleven years old, those are some weird years for us

[lucyaudley]

When I was 9-10 I read The Egypt Game and The Headless Cupid, taught myself hieroglyphics, and decided to practice witchcraft

[seldnei]

The past three years, my son has come home telling me about the girls he knows, who are: 1. possessed by a demon controlled by a button at the back of her neck, 2. haunted by a dead aunt, and 3. converse regularly with the dead.

[bleucalire]

I am so sorry, I just love dogs and Rogue One too much… I really wanna add Krennic, Saw Gerrera and Mon Mothma if I find the time :o

[zombieheroine]

The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated. 

[monzterzack]

[kdxart]

I FEEL CALLED OUT

[thelibrarina]

Never lose a perfect shower line again.*

*Remember to erase promptly if you share a bathroom with anyone.

[survivablyso]

I’ve used these to outline term papers. nothing like a bath to get your brain to finally kick into gear and figure out your damn thesis

[polyhorde]

[thebibliosphere]

WHAT

[fineillsignup]

Modern mercenary Madara by UchiHAHAHA, reposted with permission. A blend of cosplay and photomanipulation.

[aelin-and-feyre]

Fan-Grandma

For my ACOTAR reread, I’m reading the book to my Grandma and her reactions are absolutely priceless. 

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma: I can’t believe her family isn’t helping her, they’re so ungrateful.

Me: Yeah, and she’s the youngest of her sisters.

Grandma: Well that’s just ridiculous

[aelin-and-feyre]

“And an enormous, growling shape appeared in the doorway.”

Grandma *covering her eyes*: uh oh….

[aelin-and-feyre]

Papa Archeron: Don’t ever come back Feyre, you go somewhere new—and you make a name for yourself

Grandma: Well, yeah, it’s not like she’s gonna come back and keep taking care of you ungrateful people

[aelin-and-feyre]

Feyre: The thought of those claws pawing through my cloak to find my knife made my mouth go dry

Grandma: this beast guy is a creep

Me:

[aelin-and-feyre]

Lucien: We’re not going to bite

Grandma, laughing: Lucien is such a character… I like him

[aelin-and-feyre]

And then she saw a little bit of my Charlie Bowater blanket and asked: Wait, why do her sisters have pointed ears?

Me:

[aelin-and-feyre]

*Lucien helping Feyre trap the Suriel*

Grandma:

*When the actual Suriel is trapped and described*

Grandma:

[aelin-and-feyre]

Suriel: I know a good many things about the High Lord of the Spring Court

Grandma: I knew it! I knew he couldn’t just be some boring fae beast guy! I’m so proud of myself

[aelin-and-feyre]

Feyre: I thought faeries couldn’t lie

Lucien: Who told you that?

Grandma: oh not good

[aelin-and-feyre]

“He smiled at me still, broadly and without restraint or hesitation. Isaaz had never smiled at me like that. Isaac had never made my breath catch, just a little bit.”

Grandma: oooh, a little romance feelings are coming

[aelin-and-feyre]

“A pale, faceless woman dragging her bloodred nails across my throat, splitting me open bit by bit. She kept asking for my name, but every time I tried to speak, my blood bubbled out of the shallow wounds on my neck, choking me”

Grandma: yuck, is this how it goes for the whole book? gruesome nightmares and encounters with scary creatures who try to kill her?

Me: maybe?

Grandma: Poor girl, she’s only nineteen, sweet thing shouldn’t have to go through this

[aelin-and-feyre]

I swear she almost started crying as the faerie died and Feyre held it’s hand the entire time. It was a sad time. She’s not going to be able to handle any of the other deaths oh no

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma *talking about Amarantha*: This she is a little devil. She’s also a bossy little thing too. We gotta find out who she is, give her a stern talking to.

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma, when Tamlin starts unbuttoning his shirt at the pool of starlight: Well isn’t he… assuming…

[aelin-and-feyre]

*Tamlin kisses Feyre’s cheeks but is super awkward about it*

Grandma: Okay, so obviously Feyre is attracted to him but I don’t think Tamlin has the ability to like… show feelings. He’s all *deep voice* High Lord gruffness grrr. He’s gotta sort that out before making too many moves on her. Lighten up a bit darling, maybe smile. 

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma:

“You know what would be awful? If Tamlin turned out to be an evil guy. ooh that would not be good at all– wait, why are you looking at me like that?”

Me:

[aelin-and-feyre]

She hears about Tamlin’s risque poems he wrote for Feyre and I swear her face:

Scandalized

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma: wait. they have soulmates?

Me: ….yes

Grandma: Oh fantastic, I’m excited for this

[aelin-and-feyre]

Grandma, when Tamlin brings up Calanmai for the first time: Does she get to go? Does she have to watch from a window?

Tamlin: You are not invited

Grandma: Oh my goodness, she’s gonna go anyway

[aelin-and-feyre]

Tamlin: There’s a ritual. But it’s… very faerie.

Grandma:

[aelin-and-feyre]

Tamlin *when the attor comes*: Stay hidden, no matter what you overhear, don’t come out

Grandma: What is he saying? Feyre’s nosey! ‘Stay hidden’ yeah, right, she’s not gonna do that! 

[aelin-and-feyre]

WE MADE IT TO CALANMAI AND IT WAS A RIDE

I THINK WE LAUGHED THE ENTIRE TIME

HERE ARE SOME HIGHLIGHTS: 

Grandma, when Feyre decides to follow the drums and go outside:

Grandma, when the three faeries try to lure Feyre away: (she literally has a blanket that she pulled over her face)

Feyre: Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen

Grandma, she got so excited:

Grandma, when Lucien explained what happened during the Great Rite: *maniacal laugh* Feyre is not gonna like this hahahaha

So then Tamlin corners Feyre in the hall right? and apparently she is eating a cookie but before she was eating a lemon tart and my grandma says: She dropped her cookie?! Wasteful… although at least it wasn’t the lemon tart, that would have made a mess.

Grandma, when Tamlin bit Feyre’s neck: Well, at least he’s not a vampire!

When Feyre slapped Tamlin:

Grandma at the end of the chapter: Okay, so Tamlin needs to get away from her for a little bit but on a more important note, who was that ‘lethal stranger’ and is he coming back?

My grandma has her priorities straight.

[aelin-and-feyre]

Oh, I forgot something. So, after Lucien brought Feyre back to the Manor, I knew that the stuff with Tamlin was about to happen so I put the book down and tried to warn her that things were going to get a little nsfw

She got so scared! She thought that Feyre was about to go to the cave with Tamlin and I swear her expression was so horrified like

like ‘I don’t want to hear about this, I don’t want to hear about this, I don’t want to hear about this’

I don’t think she likes Tamlin very much lol

[aelin-and-feyre]

I was going to bed and I said, ‘goodnight grandma’ and she replied, ‘goodnight my reader’ and honestly I’m in a really good place right now I’m glad I’m doing this it’s making us both really happy ☺️

[aelin-and-feyre]

We were reading the next chapter and her phone rang so I paused but she went ‘what are you doing’ and I gestured to her phone and she was like ‘no I wanna know what happens, they can call back later’ XD

[aelin-and-feyre]

*descriptions of Feyre’s pig drawing of Tamlin and Lucien*

Grandma:

“PIGS!”

[aelin-and-feyre]

Tamlin: And miss a chance to show off to a beautiful woman? Never.

Grandma: Cute but he’s still a snot.

That’s it. That’s my new nickname for him. Tamlin the Snot.

[aelin-and-feyre]

Tamlin: I want you here, where I can keep an eye on you, where I can come home and know that you are painting and safe

Grandma: That’s not… controlling at all (notice the sarcasm)

[aelin-and-feyre]

Tamlin: All gifts come with a price

Grandma: No they don’t

Feyre: What’s the price for the glamour being lifted?

Tamlin: A kiss

Grandma: She’s not gonna do that! Why would she say yes? She’s not gonna say yes.

Feyre: Fine.

Grandma:

[aelin-and-feyre]

*Feyre, describing how Tamlin looks when the glamour is removed from her eyes*

Grandma: If Tamlin is that pretty now, how gorgeous is that ‘most beautiful person she’s ever seen’?

She is so hung up on Rhys and it is great. She doesn’t give a shit about Tamlin the Snot

[aelin-and-feyre]

*Feyre and Tamlin flirting at the dinner table*

Lucien: I’m trying to eat.

Grandma: Poor Lucien, that’s what you get for being so sassy all the time

[aelin-and-feyre]

Okay, so here’s what happened when Rhys showed up again:

Rhys walks in (I’m doing his voice in a british accent so she knows immediately that it’s him) and Grandma: 

It’s revealed that Rhys is the High Lord of the Night Court, Grandma: 

(for the record, she did figure it out and told me so)

Tamlin and Lucien bow to Rhys, Grandma:

And finally, at the end of the chapter, Grandma, a little grumpy: I knew he was too smooth to be a good guy

[aelin-and-feyre]

Because some of y’all have been wondering, funny story:

So I forgot that there was smut in Chapter 27 of ACOTAR…. And suddenly there it is, Tamlin and Feyre are about to have sex and I’m like…. ‘shit what do I do?’

I looked up at my grandma and I say “So now that have some… fun times and I’m not going to read it out loud.”

And my grandma—get this—my grandma just nods and says, “Okay, just leave the book here and I’ll reread that chapter when you are at school tomorrow.”

And that was that. So I guess that’s how it’s gonna go for ACOMAF too, for people who were curious. 

[snelbz]

This is my favorite fucking thing in the fandom, I am DYING

[rhysand-and-rowan-and-hunt]

Ur grandma sounds like the cutest person ever

[starofvelaris]

She Must Be Protected at All Costs

[jeanmoraue-deactivated20200617]

GTKM: FAVORITE CHARACTERS [2/?] → The Archeron Sisters

I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then—back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.

[daughterofchaos]

“I was suspended from my job for five days because I told them I was going to poison every man in the world” - a random anecdote I learned from a lady at work today