To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally…

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game!

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

It’s like a weird horror story

EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE

It’ll be okay, dude.
Fanart : Ignominae - The Light of Day
Lucifel belongs to funeral-hymn ! <3

Fanart : Ignominae - The Light of Day

Lucifel belongs to funeral-hymn ! <3

Inquiring minds have to know: Does Candy-boy oil wrestle? XD

LMAO

Ah, this glorious super manly sport dubbed “Black Hug” ?

He definitely should, but all I can imagine right now is him screaming “dOn’T TOUCH ME” at the top of his lungs. Poor sensitive thing.

SnK OC - Iskander
Candy sporting a late 19th century French infantry uniform [x]. Now, your turn!

SnK OC - Iskander

Candy sporting a late 19th century French infantry uniform [x]. Now, your turn!

threedeadkings:

waitingforteaagain:

A woman’s “memorial poesy ring” from 1592, made of gold and rock crystal. On the ring’s inner surface is inscribed, “The cruel seas, remember, took him in November.”  

Beauty.

threedeadkings:

waitingforteaagain:

A woman’s “memorial poesy ring” from 1592, made of gold and rock crystal. On the ring’s inner surface is inscribed, “The cruel seas, remember, took him in November.”  

Beauty.

Will’s making cannibal puns now too

we’re doomed

pulpatoon:

austinkleon:

Jorge Luis Borges: The Task of Art

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.

Thx @robinsloan

*Nodding vigorously*

Too many people I know are going through a lot lately and I&#8217;m mad because I can&#8217;t do anything about it. I wish I could gather my magical items and fashion the ultimate lucky-feel-good charm for everyone.
So here&#8217;s Casey doing it for me. You go Casey, your charm looks legit.

Too many people I know are going through a lot lately and I’m mad because I can’t do anything about it. I wish I could gather my magical items and fashion the ultimate lucky-feel-good charm for everyone.

So here’s Casey doing it for me. You go Casey, your charm looks legit.

Vinland Saga portraits

- A younger Bjorn. Someday I’ll get back to my fancomic *mumbles*

- Gudrid, the little tern. Instant crush ahoy!

Forever borrowing Altaïr’s OCs - Ayaz

Ayaz’s a Russian teenage werewolf (and former werewolf hunter), who got these tattoos during his time in jail. He’s deaf and obnoxious and I love him very much. <3

The rosary was given to him by Noah Sarrasine, my angsty priest.

Myriam et Andréa
Pour ceux qui lisaient/suivaient le Squee Mag, sachez que je rempile cette année avec l&#8217;encart BD. En espérant pouvoir tenir la deadline qui se rapproche un peu trop vite à mon goût. xD
Bref, les quelques quatre pages seront surtout dédiées aux deux donzelles ci-dessus. Jelézème.

Myriam et Andréa

Pour ceux qui lisaient/suivaient le Squee Mag, sachez que je rempile cette année avec l’encart BD. En espérant pouvoir tenir la deadline qui se rapproche un peu trop vite à mon goût. xD

Bref, les quelques quatre pages seront surtout dédiées aux deux donzelles ci-dessus. Jelézème.

medievalpoc:

Contemporary Art Week!

girljanitor:

Lost silent film with all-Native American cast found

The Daughter of Dawn, an 80-minute feature film, was shot in July of 1920 in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge near Lawton, southwest Oklahoma. It was unique in the annals of silent film (or talkies, for that matter) for having a cast of 300 Comanches and Kiowas who brought their own clothes, horses, tipis, everyday props and who told their story without a single reference to the United States Cavalry. It was a love story, a four-person star-crossed romance that ends with the two main characters together happily ever after. There are two buffalo hunt sequences with actual herds of buffalo being chased down by hunters on bareback just as they had done on the Plains 50 years earlier.

The male lead was played by White Parker; another featured female role was played by Wanada Parker. They were the son and daughter of the powerful Comanche chief Quanah Parker, the last of the free Plains Quahadi Comanche warriors. He never lost a battle to United States forces, but, his people sick and starving, he surrendered at Fort Sill in 1875. Quanah was the son of Comanche chief Peta Nocona and Cynthia Ann Parker, the daughter of Euro-American settlers who had grown up in the tribe after she was kidnapped as a child by the Comanches who killed her parents. She was the model for Stands With a Fist in Dances with Wolves.

You can watch the first ten minutes of the film here. It is over 90 years old, and was produced by, directed by, and stars Native American people.