Queen of the night

murraysmini:

last progress shot before bed of Rose Tyler + some shots of the background during the earliest stages of the painting.

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: SOUTH AFRICA

Clinging haphazardly to the jagged sides of the Drakensberg escarpment, the South African Institute for Witches and Wizards is an impressive conglomeration of architectural wonder and eccentric contraptions that keep the sprawling institute welded to the steep slopes of the mountains. Many say roaming the institute is an arduous test of one’s stamina as the primarily vertical layout of the institute relies on a plethora of stairs to navigate (luckily it has gotten better after the restriction on the indoor use of broomsticks was lifted). Over centuries, many pockets of shallow caves have been dug out and furnished by students who like to spend their free time observing the vast landscape before them from high up in the mountainside. The student population supplies much of the profits for Mava’s Zoomtastic Glasses, which is a popular accessory for observing the abundance of wildlife that roam the lands.
Worry less about the person you once were, or the person you dream you someday will be. Worry about the person you are now. Or, don’t even worry, just be that person. Be the best version of that person you can be.

Cecil Gershwin Palmer, saying something that a lot of people, if they’re like me, need to hear on a consistent basis.

So, thanks, Cecil, Joseph, and Jeffrey.

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everyworldneedslove:

wintercyan:

totalnerdatheart:

I know Steve is really talented with his shield and is like an expert with it 

but just imagine him smacking it in his face 

or tripping over it

or waking up in the middle of the night and he shuffles off to the bathroom only to step on the edge of the shield and it smacks him in the shin and he curses loudly enough to wake up the other Howling Commandos who just sit up and start laughing at the way Steve is holding onto his leg and swearing 

Seriously, though, super-soldier or not, watching Steve learn to use his shield must’ve been A+ comedy!

Steve throws it at some HYDRA goons but misses them by a mile and it bounces off a wall and flies out through a window, and Steve is just standing there, whoops, while Bucky rolls his eyes, takes out the enemies with his rifle, and jogs back outside to fetch the shield.

Steve hasn’t learnt the ctrl+c to crouch move yet; he holds the shield in front of his face and a HYDRA sniper shoots him in the thigh. Bucky facepalms because Steve you idiot, the shield only protects the bits of you actually behind it. Eventually, Steve masters the art of hiding his entire body behind the shield, tortoise-style, by ducking and having Bucky chuck pebbles at whatever parts of him are sticking out - of course Bucky has a wicked good aim and an even more wicked sense of humour, and Steve ends up with some rather embarrassing bruises.

The Commandos are on a stealth mission to infiltrate a secret HYDRA base, except the shield slips, falls, and does that rolling-metal-lid-dropped-on-the-ground sound like clang!!-grooiinnng-rooiinng-ooiinnnng-rnnnng-rrnng-rrnng-rrnng until Steve puts his foot on it. Everyone stops and just stares at him.

Also, my personal headcanon is that Steve once bet the shield in a hand of poker and Bucky won it. So it’s actually been Bucky’s shield since October 1944, Steve’s just borrowing it.

I am personally in love with every one of these headcanons, but especially the one about Bucky throwing pebbles at Steve until he learns the tortoise move.

isozyme:

you: hey isozyme, what do you want most in this world?

me: project runway AUs in every fandom

The doctors tell him he’s cursed, and Steve knows it’s true. It’s something he’s felt his whole life, deep in his bones, an ache separate from all else that never seems to fade. It’s got nothing to do with his frail body or rasping cough. Though they’re a good excuse to hide it, long sleeves never amiss on his constantly cold frame, pulled tight over his wrists so no one can see the words tattooed on his skin. In his bones. (Kind of dark soulmate AU where they're seen as bad not good? o.O)
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everyworldneedslove:

theappleppielifestyle:

He had asked his Ma once, before her hair had started falling out, why it was considered a bad thing, and she had hesitated, her gaze falling on the ever-covered name on his arm.

"The thing about soulmates is it can either go very, very well or very, very badly," she had said eventually, her hands on his shoulders. "It can- Steve, big things happen, with soulmates. World-changing things, always. Together, soulmates can- they either break the world, or build it better than it ever was. But people are so used to the first that they daren’t hope for the latter, we’ve had too many-"

"But it could be a good thing," Steve had said, and his mother had smiled, rubbed his thin shoulders.

"Yes, Steve. It could be. You and your soulmate- you could do some very good things. You could be amazing."

-

Steve asks Howard if he has a brother, a cousin, maybe, and Howard says nope, just me, and Steve nods and pulls his sleeve down further over the name inked on his arm.

-

Things start gaining momentum, Steve becomes Captain America and suddenly the whole world knows him, and Steve finds himself changing the world without his soulmate at his side and tells himself he isn’t disappointed.

-

Steve drives a plane into the Atlantic.

Peggy talks him through it, and Steve promises a dance and at the very last second his gaze catches on the name on his arm, showing through a rip in his sleeve.

I can’t die, Steve thinks. I can’t, I haven’t met you yet, we haven’t done anything together, we were going to change the world, we were going to be spectacular, I wanted to know you, Anthony-

The plane hits the ice, and Steve’s world explodes inwards.

-

He wakes up with long sleeves, and Fury gives him the files with an indecipherable expression.

Anthony Stark, born 1970, Steve reads, his arm tingling with it.

"Why show me this," Steve asks. "Might as well hide it from me for a little while longer, besides, you don’t know-"

"Mr. Stark is already doing some pretty world-changing things, Cap," Fury cuts him off. "And no, I don’t know what is going to be the result of you two meeting, but god help me, I’m banking on it being a good thing."

Steve looks down at the pictures of his soulmate, drunk at a party, his soulmate, on his knees in a cave, his soulmate in front of a crowd and grinning, his soulmate wrapped in a metal suit and streaking across the sky.

"And if it isn’t?"

"Well, then." Fury starts to walk out. "We’ll take the appropriate measures."

Steve nods down at the desk. He never expected anything less.

-

It doesn’t- it doesn’t start off well, not by a long shot, and Steve thinks that this is all a terrible mistake, that they’re going to be the kind of soulmates who hate each other, who destroy each other, who leave the world a goddamn wreck behind them.

But then Tony vanishes into the portal, and only just makes it out, and Steve’s arm burns where Tony’s name is inked onto it.

He runs for Tony, and Tony’s gasping breath is the sweetest sound Steve’s ever heard in his life, and he feels himself smile before he realizes he’s doing it.

-

Tony shows him the soulmate mark when Steve asks- Steve’s name is inked around the arc reactor, and Tony only shows him for a second before he’s pulling his shirt back down.

"Don’t expect anything, Cap," Tony tells him, and Steve has waited so damn long-

He catches Tony by the shoulder, lightly. “I’d like to get to know you, if you want,” he blurts, and Tony looks back at him.

For several long seconds he thinks Tony’s going to say no, but then he’s sighing and saying, “Sure, I guess,” and Steve squeezes his shoulder before letting go.

-

One thing everyone knows about soulmates is that they have the power to turn each other into both their worst and best selves, that they don’t bring out the best but the most.

Having a soulmate can either be the best thing or the worst thing to happen to someone, and for a while Steve doesn’t know which one it is. It varies from day to day, until Tony starts smiling more and there are noticeably more good days than bad days.

After a year, almost every day is one where Steve is convinced they’re going to be amazing, that they’re going to blaze through the world and leave it better in its wake, that he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

After a year and a half, they slip into being in love without even noticing.

After three years, there’s a moment they’re yelling and Steve mindlessly kisses Tony’s cheek when he goes to leave, which leads to them spending the next three days in Tony’s bed, only leaving when Dr. Doom attacks New York and the Fantastic Four are unavailable.

After four years, Steve has moved into Tony’s room, and he goes to sleep every night after kissing his own name on Tony’s chest.

"We’re going to be amazing," Tony tells him a lot nowadays, and Steve always grins and kisses him, replies, "You bet."

Ooooh, LOVE this AU idea because a) soulmates are unusual and rare, not everyone has one, and b) it’s not necessarily a good thing. OMG WOW.

everyworldneedslove:

renownedmonarchthequeen:

ancientpeoples:

Terracotta plate 
The man is riding a Rooster and touches the bird on the neck. This plate was meant as a love gift. 18.7cm in diameter (7 3/8 inch.) 
Greek, Attic, Archaic period, 520 - 510 BC. 
Source: Metropolitan Museum

if there’s one thing I know my dash appreciates it’s a man riding a massive cock

Reblogging because that comment made me do a spit-take.

everyworldneedslove:

renownedmonarchthequeen:

ancientpeoples:

Terracotta plate 

The man is riding a Rooster and touches the bird on the neck. This plate was meant as a love gift. 18.7cm in diameter (7 3/8 inch.) 

Greek, Attic, Archaic period, 520 - 510 BC. 

Source: Metropolitan Museum

if there’s one thing I know my dash appreciates it’s a man riding a massive cock

Reblogging because that comment made me do a spit-take.

rhydart:

Here Be Spidrens. And here, and here, and here…

rhydart:

Here Be Spidrens. And here, and here, and here…

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.

Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via thewaking)

Literally the most important thing you will read today.

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#staywoke

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that last bit is particularly interesting, no?

I feel like tamorapierce would like this.

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doctordistress:

Tegan needs to quit drinking at sporting events.

doctordistress:

Tegan needs to quit drinking at sporting events.