DreamAlive

from The Beatryce Prophecy

Kate DiCamillo, dedication of The Tale of Despereaux // Andrew Peterson, dedication of The Warden and The Wolf King

Do any of yiou people remember IRIS/ZDK12 the tumblr ARG from 2014 that was a foundational piece of media for me. i get so nostalgic when i thikn about it i could weep endlessly

Holy Friday at Saint Porphyrius Orthodox Church in Gaza (May 3, 2024)

forgor includes babies even tho they technically dont rly remember anything

What's up, I made a meme that I'm sure is extremely broad-audience and relatable

I mean, as both a sewist and a fiber artist, yes. If I am looking for a wool fabric I want WOOL, not "polyester but a sheep sneezed on it once."

HAPPY MAY THE 4TH!

My newest Star Wars tribute edit will be live on YouTube in under an hour.

This is officially my longest edit I've ever made!

This edit is vastly different from anything I've posted before. But I truly hope you will all still like and enjoy it.

May the force be with you.

star wars, but it’s just the memes

(insp.)

Barry Trivers and Gerd Oswald dropping “The Conscience of the King” on December 8th of 1966, only to never elaborate on Tarsus IV and Kirk’s past there

its star wars day eve, dont forget to leave a plate of coca cola and cookies for carrie fisher when comes visits your home to give you her yearly glitter bomb

A Portrait of Two Gentlemen c. 1816

Fascinated by stories of the - I guess you'd call it the "stolen identity" genre, like, of the Anastasia Romanov variety. But - from both sides.

Your husband has been at war for thirty years. You married when you were teenagers. The man who returns bearing his name looks... plausible, you don't remember his eyes being quite so blue, but it's been thirty years and it's not like you could ever afford to have a portrait painted. He knows your name and the names of your children and your parents, but there are curious gaps in what he remembers. But war does things to the mind. And if he's kinder than you remember? Kind enough that, maybe, you let yourself believe...

No one has ever looked twice at you, since you're just the maid, until the day a revolutionary bomb goes off, blowing a crater in the summer palace. The famously reclusive duchess and the rest of her household lie dead in the rubble. You know that you and she were the same dress size. You know where her jewels are kept. Most importantly, you know the location of the secret tunnel that leads down to the docks, and to a life overseas that would be torturously hard going for a poor maid, especially one suspected as a thief, but a lot more comfortable for a royal in exile...

The old king's most faithful retainer swears this is the heir to the throne, raised in secret and trained to one day step into his father's shoes. As the usurper as dragged off the throne, she screams that the old king's children are all dead, she made sure of it; no one pays her any heed. (Maybe they should have...)

The man in the tavern is buying drinks for the whole bar before he sets sail tomorrow for the far side of the world. He's got it all figured out - a ship of his own, retirement to a tropical paradise when he gets sick of the pirating life. His lip curls as he talks about the stultifying boredom of the aristocratic world he's already left behind. You find out that his parents recently died, and the estate is in the care of his younger sister, who was only six when her brother first left home two decades since. Between the lines, they sound like a good family; they sound like they love him, the way your family never did. Your heart aches. He shows you portraits, letters, before shoving them carelessly back in his coat pocket. They would be so easy to lift...

It's a surprisingly common concept and I just love it. It's The Return of Martin Guerre; it's multiple 90s romcoms; Agatha Christie pulls it half a dozen times. Sooner or later, it crops up in fanfic for just about any fandom with a royal or aristocratic main character.

And I can see why, because there's so much richness to it. From the outside, it can be anything from a horror story to an unlikely love story; from the perspective of the person pulling off the con, a heist movie or a tragedy or a heartwarming tale of found family. And then there are the longer-term implications: What happens if you wear a mask so long that it becomes who you are? What happens if you come to love the "replacement" to the point where you don't want to find out the truth? What is it like to uncover such a deception a century down the line, to find out that your great-grandfather... wasn't?

Just. Identity stories, man. <3

So, this has gotten a surprising amount of traction, and I love that people are tagging it with their favourite stolen identity stories, but I love more than anything that someone tagged it #goncharov. 😂

Honestly padme is so funny. Girl is living her best wattpad y/n bad boy fanfic life while ignoring the operatic tragedy that keeps getting louder and louder in the background. Every time she and Anakin talk she’s wilfully ignoring the jaws music. He might be an out and proud fascist mass murderer but it’s ok because she’s not like other victims and he would never kill people SHE cares about or overthrow the democracy SHE works for.

Honestly the toxicity is inspiring. Padme loves a project.

girls will spend one work shift reading wikipedia articles on the early christian church and start saying shit like "I'm just like nestorius of antioch"

(via @eldriwolf )