#note bene

[hello-there-well-i]

[volumina-vetustiora]

How do you say "do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup" in latin?

Does "noli dracones vexare, nam friabilis es et cum ketchup optime sapis" work?

ooh, this is fun...

I think what you have there works ok (other than that vexare implies more "violently harass" than simply "meddle with") but I'll give it my own go:

noli te immiscere rebus draconteis, quia enim facile contereris atque garo bene sapis.

"Do not mix yourself up in draconic affairs, for you are easy to crumble and taste good with garum."

[garum was an ancient fish sauce that it amuses me to call the Roman equivalent of ketchup]

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[mads198-9]

Benedict Bridgerton Angry/Sad Love Confession Because I CAN

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I don’t know if I believe in a man of a higher power but…

I believe in you

I believe my skin when it crawls to you

My mouth, only capable of calling to you

My heart when it pushes past my chest to find you

And I believe my head, when it says that you could be my undoing, and I’d let you, irrefutably, with glee

And I have never been more vincible

And I hate it

But

I love you

[yourcocksuckerr]

pushing infant alia out of the way so that i can drink jessica’s titty milk

[ginkovskij]

my older coworker saw my phone bg (seven samurai poster) and said "you youth are obsessed with the beatles!!"

[azems-familiar]

"Long long time ago, after the original technological boom, a mix of brutal technology and magic used for a world war between the nations devastated large portions of the planet and stripped the atmosphere. Without its inbuilt protection, the survivors quickly began falling prey to the sun’s radiation, which killed them via evil sunburns, basically. Mutually-assured destruction and the planet turning against them led to a scramble for resources, and the nations retreated into magic-tech atmospheric domes, the area within terraformed to use for resource gathering. The Sisterhood, the remnants of an ancient order of nuns revering a mother-goddess of unity, was turned into an organization of spies and assassins, handed the knowledge and means to produce magical technology, and charged with maintaining the world’s unity/peace."

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"Average lifespan around a thousand years. Redundant systems and extraordinarily resistant to physical damage; highly weak to magical damage/radiation. Civilization-wide fear of burns due to the past, and due to lethal weapons being basically magic flamethrowers. Fear of bright lights and open flames. Fangs, apparently. Pointed ears and claws."

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"Formerly a member of the Sisterhood, when he was around a hundred years old, Tam uncovered one of the Sisterhood’s ancient secrets: the truth of what happened to their planet, and the fact that the sun was slowly expanding, strengthening magic all across the planet but also making it work less well, as well as increasing surface temperatures. Caught knowing things he shouldn’t, Tam escaped the Sisterhood’s internal discipline by declaring himself a man; by their own rules, they were forced to ship him off to the nearest nation, and he took advantage of that to steal crystals, a few magic-tech prototypes, and some other secrets, then vanish as soon as he was sent back down to the planet. He gathered a few people to himself and had his heart replaced with a prosthetic made from crystal, which ended up causing his body to mutate slightly.

Calling himself the Lord of Suns, with a cult-like following among many of the younger generation, Tam lives by one phrase: adapt or die, the very thing he was forced into when he was much younger. Determined to force his people to survive their deadly sun no matter what, he's contracted the head of the Sisterhood to help him force thousands of years of bad blood and soft warfare into open daylight, in the hopes that the chaos of shattering society will let him force them to unite under his leadership, where he can convince the survivors to agree to leave their dying planet behind."

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so. the sun is magic. magic, like electricity, is dangerous; magic, like electricity, can be channeled through the use of technology based around naturally-grown crystals that emanate it. it's been thousands of years since the war that devastated the world; no one left alive remembers it, nor the secrets of magical technology that were once so widespread. the Sisterhood controls the crystals, the knowledge of how magic works, and most of its assorted technology, and doles it out as necessary. the Sisterhood functions as a peacekeeping force because it, by necessity, does not have agency; it has no loyalties save the ones it is contracted to have, and it cannot break its own rules. it is an utterly neutral force that holds society together. the handmaidens that make up its numbers do not have names, they have numbers, which correlate specifically to their position in its ranks and change as they age and improve and complete contracts.

this is a society of a few surviving nations locked in an endless soft war for resources. due to the damage caused to the planet - not that many people remember that history anymore - lethal weapons are illegal, as is open warfare; the only people allowed to carry energy weapons (aka magic weapons) are the handmaidens of the Sisterhood. that leaves everyone focused on committing warfare through politics, espionage, and assassination, done via proxy - by hiring handmaidens to infiltrate their enemies, assassinate people, or even act as bodyguards. due to this, the central node of society itself isn't the individual dome-cities that make up the nations, but a neutral meeting ground run by automatons maintained by the Sisterhood: the Garden.

the Garden can only be accessed by teleporters, and its location is kept secret. it takes the form of, essentially, a massive hedge maze of sorts, filled with individual rooms and nooks and crannies, and it is governed by a single Rule: there is no form of espionage allowed inside the Garden. it is where people come to make deals, to have unwise dalliances, to exchange information, and as one of the rare spaces filled with actual plant life, it is about the closest thing to sacred that exists. attached to the Garden is an event center of sorts where the majority of court intrigue and maneuvering takes place, during specific times of the year.

what no one realizes is that the Garden isn't actually on the planet - it's on the dark side of the moon. and all those lovely little lights in its ceiling are stars, seen through a bubble atmosphere.

[appendingfic]

Elaine would absolutely be turned on by the possibility that her boyfriend is Kira.

Bonus points if it's Puddy and it turns out he's just taken up journaling.

"You're upset he's NOT a serial killer?"

"I don't know, Jerry, when he might be Kira, there was an air of danger, that he had PASSION. Now, instead, he's like - Walt Whitman."

"Gay?"

"A POET, Jerry. And not a good one."

[number1villainstan]

The two stories/series/media creations that make me want to gnaw on the drywall right now are Revolutionary Girl Utena, a masterful deconstruction of tropes rooted in sexism and queerphobia but with pervasive racist/imperialist elements* in the background, and Dune, a masterful deconstruction of tropes rooted in racism and imperialism but with pervasive sexist/queerphobic** elements in the background. it's hilarious it's like they're made to cancel each other out

[hello-there-well-i]

Tiresome Team.

[buscandoelparaiso]

lui proprio non ce la fa a non rendere ogni cover iconica

[giddlywinks]

VIBE 312: a pair

This match was made in the Heavens. Regret nothing and fly away, baby. Your joy is here.

"The time has come for the fireflies to kiss me again. My crisp, warm glow and my endless Mercurial grace. I am your feather, Mona Lisa. Let me write your name on my heart forever."

"Look who's shown up to be our man of the light. My God. My God! I am enraptured by his familiar face. I melt at the touch of your mind. Holy one, please hold my hand forever. I need you as my golden lace slips."

Credit to @pnglove for the wax seal png! Thank you!

P.S. I think I'm falling in love again!

[benevolenterrancy]

OMG guys I've gotten five whole reblogs 😀 I've finally made it as a blogger

[demonecelestiale]

non mi gira molto bene che avrò tre giorni di lavoro a pieno regime da domani eh

[omarfor-orchestra]

Raga ma perché sembra sempre che si stiano strozzando questi mentre cantano

[winslowleachthecomposer]

OH MY GOD THIS IS WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE

THE VIBRATO IS IMPECCABLE. A VERY LOUD STACCATO WIBBLE WOBBLE

silly biiiiirds

Horned Screamer (Anhima cornuta)

© Stephan Lorenz