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In an attempt to get the Red Paladin to be more Galra, he and another paladin are captured. He is forced to watch them torture Blue, so that he’ll get angry and resort to instincts. No matter how much Lance pretends to be okay, Keith knows it’s not really okay, and knows there’s nothing he can do but watch helplessly.

My first fic in ages, hope you guys check it out!

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture, 1953

Happy 2019 smol human!! I hope it’s hella amazing and you have the best year!! 🎊

Thank you!! You too!! I am v smol ye!!!

Laimingu Kaledu, to all of my Christmas celebrating followers, and have a wonderful day to those who don't!

Saint Charles, Illinois

circa 1900

Happy honk!

I have never heard of Norman Rockwell. I don’t understand anything about art. But this picture shook me and caused a storm of emotions. It is called Breaking Home Ties, 1954

The boy is going to a Uni and wearing his best outfit; the Uni sticker is on his luggage, even his tie and his socks are the colours of the sticker. He is excited and impatient. The father - obviously a farmer, is sitting at the worn farm truck with a flag and a storm lamp, because their place is so small the train won’t normally stop there, so the father will need to “catch” the train and signal with the light and the flag for it to stop.

His son will never come back to the farm.  

I think I understand why this picture sold at 15,4 million dollars in 2006. 

Athenic you guys need to calm down. Persephonly I enjoy them.

i hate when people make too many greek and roman mythology puns. it really starts to

get on minerva

Personally I've always dreamed of being a renaissance era collections curator for a lord's curiosity cabinet. I've passed myself off as a man, of course, stating that I caught an illness as a child which hindered my growth. I become a trusted and close friend to the lord between my travels to collect things for him, to the point that he offers me his eldest daughter's hand in marriage. The two of us have been having romantic exchanges through letters for quite some time so I accept (she knows very well I am a woman and not a man and this is what prompts our relationship to begin with). Through a series of 'unfortunate' events I, as the husband of his eldest daughter, gain the lord's land and possessions upon his death. That means I get to keep all the pretty old things for myself.

I think my dream job would be a medieval explorer who travels the world and then describes various animals I’ve seen on my travels to the illustrators of bestiaries