Eros and agape sketches.
Only 3 episodes in and these guys are all Iâve been drawing lately. Help.
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@ladyineia
Eros and agape sketches.
Only 3 episodes in and these guys are all Iâve been drawing lately. Help.
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@jessica-messica @glossylalia
me: *doing literally any task that requires two other people to assist me*
me: I need a small, elite team.
the blue spiritÂ
Pokemon (but very big)
This is so wholesome
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.Â
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.Â
update:
I love that he kept âŠ. All of them.
Iâve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
Youâre welcome.
I remember this thread, but I never saw the grown-up pics â€
@every-n-anything
All hail Catdad
I saw Catdad for the first time today, and my day instantly became exponentially better.
IâM CRYING!?
CATDAD HAS REVIVED MY WILL TO LIVE
I live for cat dad-
Cat dad has saved us all
Link never saw the old man eat.Â
He didnât know the truthâŠ
Ohana
The EtĆ Residence (Tokimeki Tonight, 1982).
When Tumblr goes premium letâs all use one account like netflix
the password is âshoelacesâ
Damn, Rome really looks great in all four seasons
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
@mostlycatsmostly
Archaeologists: âUhhhh, thereâs still a lot of debate about how effective leather armor really could have been on a battlefield. Alas, we shall never know.â
Punks: âHey, fresh cut, the boneheads carry knives sometimes so make sure and lift a good leather jacket. Itâll save your life.â
Layers layers layers! Slashes wonât do shit even to most t shirts but a stab will ignore the shit outa your leathers. Layers will keep the blade from getting as deep as it otherwise would and gives more for it to snag on if it serrated.
Armour has always been about layers.
Example 1200s minor noble: linen shirt, gambeson (layered and quilted linen with wool insulation), chain mail, surcoat, arming cap, helmet, coif, bigger helmet.
Another example Alexander era Macedonian hoplite: linen tunic, greaves, 1" of tightly pressed and laminated linen, helmet (probably with some sort of arming cap/padding inside), big ass shield.
Layers save lives.
Yes! Cloth is hard work to cut with a knife. When they were trying to ban (sword) duelling in Europe, they banned people from carrying around shields/bucklers, so your defensive tool was a cloak wrapped around your non-sword fist, with plenty of loose fabric to catch your opponentâs blade. You might get your cloak torn, but youâre less likely to get your skin sliced up, and thatâs the important thing.
You know what is a surprisingly amazing material for armor?
Silk.
Silk.
The Mongolians used silk vests because silk isnât broken by an arrow, and you can use the silk to gently pull the arrow back out, even if itâs barbed. They also often used silk as the backing for leather armor.
The first bulletproof vests were made in Japan and Korea. Out of, yup, silk. Silk could stop black powder bullets, but was rendered obsolete by higher powered modern firearms. A combination of silk and metal was experimented with, but dropped because of the expense of silk.
Franz Ferdinand was wearing one such vest when he was assassinated, but it didnât help because of where he was hit.
The US military is now looking into something called Dragon Silk, which is spider silk made by GMO silkworms, to make body armor that might be more comfortable than the current kevlar vests.
Silk, people.
You want proof about silk being able to stop an arrow? Try sewing it with the wrong machine needle in place. I have shattered â literally shattered â needles that were too thick. They just will not pass between the tightly woven fibers, even when in a machine that can go through your actual fingers. And that was just a lightweight taffeta, not something woven to be intentionally impenatrable.
It is horrible at stopping slashes, though. Whether by the blade of scissors, roller cutter, or well honed dagger or sword, it just falls to pieces like it never meant to be whole in the first place. This is, again, where your layers come in â a nice heavy leather for slash damage, a dense silk for piercing. You probably want to put something under it though, silk against sweaty skin is unpleasantly sticky. It *clings*. Eww.
Useful things elementary school neglected to teach me, exhibit #5839
Buying Soap
In the swampland beyond the bridges three, where neither the signals of cell phones or radios can reach, there is a woman who watched me when I was a child, and when I grew, I watched her children, and when they grew, they watched my children.Â
And so it goes that I drive the narrow roads into the swamp and I park my car next to the pear tree. She greets me with the sun in her hair of gold and silver, three cats and two dogs at her heels as she waves and says to come in.
She gives me twelve bars of hand-brewed soap and twelve hand sewn handkerchiefs and when I pay, she grabs my arm and tsks at the rash on my wrist from the cypress sawdust.Â
âWait here.â She says, and disappears into the back of her house. I stay in the small square of vinyl allocated to those who do not remove their boots.Â
She returns with a block of herbal soap. âWash daily with this and if itâs not better in three days, call me.âÂ
Neither of us acknowledge the fact that she doesnât have cell phone signal out here. Sheâll answer if I call.Â
I leave and just before I reach the first of the bridges, I remember that I left the handkerchiefs at her house. I know if I cross the bridge now, I wonât be able to return until next month, so I turn around and go back.Â
She meets me outside again and one of her dogs growls at me for my second visit in a day. Thatâs not how it is done.
âNo! Heâs mine!â She yells, thunder in her voice.Â
The dog drops to its belly and licks my ankle in apology. I have thirteen bars of hand brewed soap and twelve hand sewn handkerchiefs.Â
That said: the soap she made for me smells incredible
What the fuck I thought this was a southern gothic snippet. Did this actually happen to you?
Yes lol, this happened to me. She makes awesome soap but you have to time your visits just right because the monthly thunderstorms flood the bridges.
I swear this sounds like a fae-human interaction
For a minute I thought you were writing a story about buying magical soap from an old kind witch whoâs house only appears for a short time, once a month and whoever is on the property will be spirited away until next month.
Basically
OK but seriously the way the first post is worded I was gonna ask if you live in a Neil Gaiman novel.
The only difference between a life and a novel is the effort to commit it to writing
In honor of Day of the Dead, hereâs a repost of my comic about the San Francisco Columbarium and the man who spent 26 years restoring it.
This comic originally appeared on Medium at The Nib. Go check out my other work there.
Emmitt and the Columbarium.