The Book of Werewolves
Sabine Baring-Gould
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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The Book of Werewolves
Sabine Baring-Gould
Headless Horseman: The Galloping Hessian by Marcelo Gallegos.
Graphite on Strathmore Bristol with digital color, 10 x 10″, 2015.
“There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless!”
My submission to this week’s Month of Fear 2015 challenge: Villains and Anti-heroes. Also an homage to Jacques-Louis David’s 1801 Painting, Napoleon Crossing the Alps. Prints are now available on Etsy, and turned out real nice! Happy Halloween month, Everyone! I will be doing more of these as the month progresses, so stay tuned.
Figure of Bastet
Bronze statuette of the cat goddess Bastet or Bast wearing golden earrings. Late Period, ca. 664-332 BC. Private Collection. Photo: Heini Schneebeli
Romanized Anubis
Marble statue of the jackal-headed god Anubis (Hermanubis), associated with mummification and the afterlife, holding the Caduceus of Hermes in his left hand, dating from the 2nd century.
In classical mythology, Hermanubis was a god who combined Hermes (Greek mythology) with Anubis (Egyptian mythology). He is the son of Set and Nephthys. Now in the Vatican Museums and Galleries.
Several people gathered at the base of the Great Pyramid, others climbing 1880
Maison Bonfils (Beirut, Lebanon). Félix Bonfils (French, 1831-1885)
This 1950 photo was taken by Hugo Wilmar, standing on the roof of the Valley Temple of Khafre, looking up towards his giant pyramid, Giza, Egypt.
The three Pyramids of Giza are reflected in a pool of water, September 1926. Photograph by Jules Gervais Courtellemont, National Geographic
“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
J.K. Rowling is such a shit writer. This sentence is cloying, unoriginal, and lazy.
“Seemed to.”
“Suddenly.”
“Crisp and golden as an apple.”
Dont do these things. Fall deserves better.
Me: dont fuckin boss me around!!!!!
Someone I Find Attractive: *tells me what to do in a semi-stern voice*
Me:
Women 201
I rewatched Lord of the Rings the other day and you know what I really appreciate?
The men are so tender.
They cry, and kiss each other’s foreheads, and hug, and call each other ‘my friend’ and ‘my dear’; they’re respectful to women and faithful to their partners; they have banter without being creepy and sleazy, and literally none of that stops them from being considered “manly”.
More Lord of the Rings men please.
It’s the type of loving camaraderie that manifests in war. Men who have seen their friends and loved ones shot down, blown up, knifed, bayoneted, beaten to death, blown up with artillary shells and rotted to mustard gas.
It’s the same thing that creates a dark and depressing sense of humor- naming the rats eating your friends corpses (too dangerous to try to dispose of them) after the friends. Or shaking a petrified hand still sticking up from the rubble of a blast.
Tolkien saw these things in the war. He knew and understood: peace doesn’t make tenderness. War does. Seeing the worst of the worst is what creates empathy and softness.
If you want more tender men, be prepared to sacrifice.
When the mummy of Ramesses II was transported to special laboratories in France in 1974 to assist in preserving its condition, a passport was required. Under French law, anyone who enters the country, alive or dead, must hold a passport. So the Egyptian government issued a passport to King Ramesses II, labeling him as “King (deceased)”. Just as interestingly, when the mummy arrived in France, it was received with a funeral procession of full military honors, as was fitting for all members of high rank.
What Passport Line Was the Mummy In?
shut up u dork ass ugly loser
Lol. No. Stay angry and ignorant. The curse of the black rabbit from the chinkapin will be on you...
Putting a bow tie on a child makes him look like a junior serial killer
Can I just live in a wood cabin near a creek where nymphs and fairies play, have a huge garden full of herbs, a beautiful cat and live my ideal magical life.
So wait- no internet?
One order of authentic Bostonian Freedom Trail red brick dust coming up.
You can live a happy life without dogs in it too, but don’t tell me you aren’t missing out, or that I can’t think you are crazy for it.