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This comparison has been living in my brain for months:

A humorous Roman tombstone from the 1st-2nd century CE:

Translated, the text reads:

Calidius Eroticus made this for himself and Fannia Voluptas while still alive. – Innkeeper! Let’s work out the bill! – You’ve had a sextarius of wine, and bread for one as. Stew, two asses. – Okay. – The girl, eight asses. – That’s okay too. – Hay for the mule, two asses. – The damn mule will bankrupt me!

And a tweet from 2013

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While it's tempting to apply modern labels to historical figures, it's anachronistic to think of them as straight. Most never publicly stated their explicit heterosexuality, and we can only extrapolate based on letter excerpts.

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>be a man in the 1950s working your 9-5

>come home to your darling wife

>you find her standing there with the milk man

>she finds out you’ve been fuckin the milk man

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I’m crying like a baby

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IYKYK

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Punk!Vamp!Soap (BITW) for @gogh-with-the-flow

Face Model is Neil Ellice for COD: MWII

DO NOT REPOST, STEAL, OR REPRODUCE MY ART

Please ask for permission to use my art

(under the cut for the SFW Ver.)

Punk!Johnny

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The Essentials

→ Pairing - Ragnarssons x Reader

→ Story Type - Multi Part. Out of Order Snippets. Time Travel!AU

→ Summary - The fortune teller said it would be temporary. You should've asked how long was temporary. You accomplished a lot today though. Like social studies and sex ed.

→Notes - yeah I wrote this a while ago and intended to rework it into something longer. Ahhh but fuck it. I'll just scribble these out.

Not a part of the quarantine challenge.

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A plume of smoke curled lazily in the midday sun. Resting on the jagged outcropping, you sat high beyond the town, pulling on a crumpled cigarette. It was relieving to be able to wear your normal clothes instead of the rustic, artful pieces you had been lent. But beautiful dresses aside sometimes you just wanted to throw on a (scandalous) pair of shorts and a t-shirt with tall socks in a homely pair of sneakers.

The sound of dragging and clinking drew you away from the gentle chatter of scattered men, standing around a leather backpack. The overlay was barely above the buzz of wildlife.

"I want to see the völva box."

Exhaling, you turned gently with a roll of your neck and peered at the shadowed Viking pulling himself up to sit. Somewhere to your left, the gentlest brother lay under the sun in the grass, holding your smartphone against his chest and scrolling through your library of album artwork to find a song that he'd hear through the wired ear buds.

"Sigurd's using it," you utter redundantly.

"Well now I wish to seek the Gods." Ahh, right. He didn't take turns, he merely imposed his rights.

"Well Sigurd has it so ask him maybe." Ivar snarls, and the sound jets into your ears from the proximity.

He says something else you miss and Sigurd is answering it from his spot, one ear bud in. You tune out their bickering as your let your sight wander back to the scene ahead of you.

Ubbe and Björn are having a solid one sided conversation, e latter waving his broad hands as he gestures with your passport animatedly at the spilled contents of the aforementioned ba. Hvitserk squats crouched in front of it, some books and knick knacks rest in the grass. Hvitserk continues to tumble it more in a quest for additional strangeness, beef jerky in his other fist. His spoils so far include crackers, the jerky, string cheese, a can of soda and assorted granola bars but you're certain he'll find your gum and mints too.

For all your interesting goods dredged from beyond space and time, including your phone, none so was more loved than the shining pair of aviator shades. The ostentatious Ray Bans sit across the beaming smile of Ubbe and you just didn't understand. Was it the 2 way mirror? The shade? The...aesthetic?

Ubbe stood tall in the warm sun, light reflecting off your chromatic lenses. He rolled a tube of jewel toned lipstick in his fingers, occasionally opening the cap to peer inside, sniffing. He'd inspected several tubes and brushes but he was holding the bright red stick with a generous bite mark in it.

His fascination with your various powders and colors ran deep and it explained why you were wearing a flamboyant cat eye and tinted lips.

"Face paints? Show me how these work. I want to see it." When he'd uttered it you knew that hungry smile wasn't a request.

Ivar was now waving a pocket knife he'd claimed, with a flinty look in his eye, and you sighed heavily.

Aside from these absolute treasures in secret, you were all awaiting the return of Ragnar Lothbrok. The King quickly decided the most important items were your various books and pamplets. He enthusiastically parted with your nonfiction works, and informed his sons he'd be back in a few days, shooting off a smile.

You'd say like father like son when Björn waved the leather wallet, but a while back he'd pulled you side to seriously interrogate you on the existence of your sleeve of condoms, free from some event. While his brothers raided your possessions like hyenas, his mind was already formulating all sorts of ideas. Without the thrill of conquest, him and his brothers were men of simple pleasures.

"Begone Ivar. I asked Y/N first and she said I could play the speaker box!" Music player.

"Who cares?", He pointed your pocket knife, "I want to ask the völva questions."

"I don't care about the stupid völva I want to listen to the foreign music." Sigurd speaks as if to convince him with his biting attitude.

"Idiot! It's for speaking with the Gods and you want to play silly love songs!"

"You're stupid! The box sees sagas and you want to ask how deep the ocean goes?"

You sighed again and flicked your butt away, making your way over to Sigurd where Ivar was almost upon him. You lifted the phone from his grasp and to their amazement, split the screen between music player and Google then handed it back. You didn't listen to their huddled wonders before making your exit.

"Don't swallow the gum just chewit. It's not meant to be eaten."

You don't look back too see Hvitserk's expression.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. I'm drunk and therefore my feelings are invincible. Gifs belong to @whenimaunicorn and @alessa-10

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The docile Pidgey, native to the Kanto region 

Print available here: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/celesse/pidgey-in-a-cheri-tree/

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Therica Wilson-Read as Sabrina Glevissig in The Witcher S01E08

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Harley Quinn and Nightwing in ‘Batman & Harley Quinn’ (2017)

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You know I care about everyone, but as much as we try to dance around it -- I am the God of War. So let me handle this quick. It’s best if you do your job... and let me do mine

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based on an interaction i had

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OH CRAP WE LEFT BEN SWOLO UNATTENDED HE HAS NOW EXPANDED TO THE SIZE OF THE MILKY WAY

OH MY GOD STOP HIM STOP THIS BEAST

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oh my lord this was so detailed i could hear everything in his voice lmaooo

If I can still send in a holday request. Could request "kids and Chrismas with Erik Killmonger? and/or Christmas shoppin with T'Challa? I always enjoy your work!!!

Authors Note: I’m sorry these are coming later than I wanted! I had to work and all this mess!! Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas with Erik/Kids

Erik is all about making sure the kids have everything that ever wanted.

Buys them gifts they didn’t even ask for and then more. “They don’t even need that!” You gripe as he pushes the presents in the bag. Erik looks at you. “Aight,” takes the presents out. “I’ll take them back with your gifts too.”

He gets matching pajamas, house shoes and all that.

Plans a dance off. “We taking teams!” He points to the only boy. “Lil E, you with me! Ladies with your mom!! She gone need help!”

Does the dance off and rap off and let’s the girls win once his youngest starts crying. Dances with them to “This Christmas.” Singing all the notes wrong.

The king of Ginger bread houses. Makes them elaborate as hell. Lil E is just like him making the same house just smaller

Every Christmas he watches The Grinch with them, knows the words.

Before the end of the night he makes Cookies with them for Santa while Santa Claus goes to the Ghetto by James Brown

Reads them bed time stories and ends up sleeping with them until it’s time to bring the gifts down

You and him dance in the living room while he tells you sweet lines. “You know I got your gift right?” Slightly would grind against you causing you to get flustered.

Drinks Crown shots with you until you both end up laying on the couch. “If we fuck they ain’t gone hear.” He’d whisper. You laugh. “They can hear a pen drop baby, they’re not sleep.”

Reverts to helping you cook Christmas dinner. Not good at helping really just stands around tasting everything you have cooked.

He’s the first to wake up the kids in the morning, “y’all get up! I think that nig-“ you pop his hand. “Santa left y’all something… hustle up”

Watches the kids excitedly, nudging you every time they like something.

His father comes over sharing gifts with the kids and talking politics with Erik

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10 years, 10 artworks: a decade summary ♥

I drew a lot so it was hard to make a choice (or even to find artworks from 2010 ^^;;) but here is a summary of what I drew in the last 10 years.