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Gavr’inis cairn (around 3.500 B.C.), Île de Gavrinis, Breizh 2017.

The burial chamber is reached from the outside by a 14m long corridor. Of the 29 orthostat slabs that form the sides of the passage, 23 are decorated with carved symbols and patterns.

“It is for its art that Gavrinis is famous. No fewer than twenty-three of it’s twenty-nine upright stones have been carved, not in single or isolated motifs but in a profuse series of compositions so that stone flows into stone or is mirrored by another in patterns engraved in low relief. The art is balanced in panels horizontally and vertically in symbols of which the main elements are concentric arcs and axes. These latter implements have splayed cutting edges like the big, prestige axes from the Carnac Mounds.” - A. Burl

The last stone in my photos has 3 horizontal hand sized holes about 10 cm deep similar to kerbstone 52 at Newgrange (which was built supposedly around 300 years later).

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Assembly of that trilobite art I featured last week (apparently held together with Nd magnets)

Mmk. So what if art becomes one of the Earth’s  best defences? 

Let me explain. So I’m going off of the “They weren’t counting on bears” and it’s many variations and additions. So in this post, our earth flora and fauna defend us from invaders, right? Well what if aliens have a difficult time distinguishing between statues and paintings from real objects, people, animals, whatever. At least, the realistic stuff, that is. 

What if the urge to create something that looks like something real, or to make mythical things seem real with marks on a page, or molded metal, or carved rock is something distinctly human. What if it’s something aliens have never encountered before?

To be fair, we are quite good at it. If you’ve ever seen images of sidewalk art that mess with distortion to create the illusion that it’s three dimensional, then you probably agree.

Maybe some kid runs behind a huge lion statue to try and avoid getting shot while running from some alien patrol, and the patrol suddenly stops in their tracks before retreating. The kid realises what happened and runs off to tell the others. Suddenly those gargoyles and winged lions protecting museums become more relevant than ever before. They become our guardians again. Artists begin to crank out statues and paint walls bursting with animals. Engineers join in the fun and work together with artists to create uncanny, moving replicas of moose, leopards, and what have you. Then they begin to make dragons, Griffins, and dinosaurs. The aliens can’t tell which are real and which are fake.

Iron Crown (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Vampire!AU

Word Count: 5,241

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.

Originally posted by trajktgjnr95

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anonymous asked:

Omg could you do a sequel to that car accident fic of neil and andrew? that was written so beautifully!!!!!!!!!!

Ask and you shall receive anons! Also I hope when you both said “part 2″, you meant “Andrew’s POV” because that’s what this is. Enjoy! :) 

PART ONE

Every muscle in Andrew’s body aches. His leg muscles are knotted and tight, and his racquet feels like lead in his hands, his fingers screaming in agony when he tightens his grip. He rolls his shoulders to try and displace some of the invisible weight digging into the tissue there and looks up just in time to see Neil bounding over towards him. Even through the cage of his helmet, Andrew can see the wide smile plastered across the striker’s face. 

“We did it! We fucking did it!” 

Andrew glances up at the score board hanging above the court, the bright red 12 and 11 glaring back at him. When he brings his eyes back down, Neil is standing in front of him. The striker’s cheeks are tinged pink from exertion and a few strands of his bangs are plastered to his forehead, but his eyes are bright and his grin is wide. 

“I don’t know how you saved that last shot, but I think it might have been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Andrew rolls his eyes and pushes past Neil, but the striker merely turns on his heel and falls into step alongside him. 

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Tatooine Jewelry

All social classes on Tatooine wore jewelry, regardless of gender. They were often used to invoke protection or luck rather than just for mere personal adornment and were believed to ward off both natural and supernatural evil. As a consequence they frequently involved @fialleril’s colour symbolism , along with sand symbols, and/or carvings of animals and other mythological creatures whose power they wished to invoke. An individual’s name was often carved into the back as well to specify protection. The types of jewelry worn ranged from basic amulets and necklaces, which were often wide and quite intricate, to anklets, earrings, rings, bracelets, arm bands, and anklets. Signet rings were also common amongst the wealthy to seal deals, as many on Tatooine were illiterate, the seal was used to authenticate identity. Naturally, the value of the rings, and jewelry in general, depended entirely upon ones position in life.

The cheapest jewelry was made from scraps of Jerba leather cord, or flax rope, with the symbols carved onto scraps of Japor wood which came from a short, woody, stem that was not too hard to find in the desert and produced a nice oil for a finish. Other sources of wood came from the “Tatooine Tree” which were rare, ugly stumps of wood that were barely alive. If you were a slave, like Anakin was when he made the amulet for Padme, the above might be what you were limited to and you often had to make the jewelry by hand.

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Beauty and the Beast: Chapter One

“You can’t love someone until you love yourself first,”

“That’s bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you? Oh, God’s above. I loved you. I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

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The 12 Signs as Types of Art
  • Aries: scrap metal art
  • Taurus: land sculptures
  • Gemini: fashion/interior design
  • Cancer: studio pottery
  • Leo: gold & silver engravings
  • Virgo: photo-realism drawings
  • Libra: portrait photography
  • Scorpio: detailed tattoo art
  • Sagittarius: wooden carvings
  • Capricorn: building architecture
  • Aquarius: abstract installations
  • Pisces: ceramic mosaics

i. you don’t remember often. but when you do, it’s the ocean, always the ocean. but not wrathful, tempestuous waves crashing and wrecking and destroying-no. just the cool, the calm. it’s the only calm there is in that tripwire brain of yours, the only calm you can hold on to. you clutch it in a death-grip.

(it’s funny, though-you don’t remember ever being to the beach before. then again, you don’t remember anything.)

ii. your mouth tastes like rust and your knuckles burn. the words ring in your ears like the shrill screech of metal against metal, carving into the air, carving into your skin. you turn and you run and you only stumble once. the air smells like asphalt and choked screams.  

iii. soft rays of light hit the surface of the water and pool in green where there should be gold, but it feels more right than it has ever been in a long time.

iv. a name spills from his lips and latches onto your ribs. you are standing there and you are looking at him but you are also seeing a boy, slumped in a back alley with blood-stained teeth and bruises in full bloom; and charcoal-stained fingers tapping against the windowsill back in a room in a home in a place in a memory that feels so far away you think it’s a dream; and a smile like the brooklyn sunrise except it was for you; and a boy, this boy: with sun-streaked hair and oceans for eyes.

v. you remember him. you remember, you remember, you remember, and now it feels like maybe you never forgot.

- homecoming ( j )

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 11)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by xxtaetaexx

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 11:

Lights dimmed and temperature resting at no greater than twenty degrees Celsius, the entire bunker has settled into a heavy quietness, the type that sets me ill at ease.

“Goodnight, Eun,” Jungkook whispers around a yawn, nuzzling through my hair until the cold tip of his nose reaches the skin of my neck.

“Goodnight,” I shiver, but force myself to not pull away. It might upset him and besides, with his arms snaked around my middle and legs wound between mine, it’s not like I would be able to move much in the first place. What’s funny is this position should be VERY intimate, but it’s just not. He’s doing it to maintain his false sense of control, to protect me from nonexistent enemies or simply keep me from running off.

Either way, I’m strapped in until further notice and keep myself occupied by rubbing small, gentle circles into the skin on the back of his hand, listening acutely to the pattern of his breathing.

When Jungkook finally does drift off to sleep, I can’t seem to shake the feeling of… of what? I’m not entirely sure. But my eyes refuse to stay closed, even with the comfortable warmth of my best friend wrapped around me.

So, I slowly, carefully untangle his limbs from mine and wiggle off of the bed.

Encouraged that he doesn’t wake up, I stoop momentarily to search through my backpack until I find the item I didn’t know I was looking for. My fingers close around a lighter and I pull it out of the assortment of jars and packets. I don’t know why I instinctively grabbed it because, while at their dimmest setting, the lights are still on, but I wouldn’t dare refuse such an easy subconscious request.

I bump the leather bound book upon extraction. Unlike the bloodstone, it had somehow made its way back inside.

With no further hesitation except to slip on my shoes and take one last apologetic glance at Jungkook, I open the door to the hallway, which Taehyung had accidentally left unlocked. I decide not to close it all the way, hoping that a silent reentry will work in my favor.

My feet carry me forward with no particular destination in mind, only using the knot of apprehension festering in my stomach to lead the way- a queasy, thick, and curdled feeling that leaves my palms clammy despite the cool temperature.

I pause in the main living space to note the read out of the stove’s bright digital clock. 00:32.

My gaze slides to the mistletoe doors. I have no intention of going outside, but their looming presence…

The sound of footsteps causes me to shrink back, away from the source, away from the doors. I wouldn’t get in trouble for being out here, right? I haven’t actually gotten yelled at yet, but then again, I haven’t been caught snooping around before.

Just act natural.

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