olden time

my take on a “Realistic Mimikyu” if I were to translate them to real life.

While not the most particularly imaginative i think it’d make sense for mimikyu to be a land dwelling Cuttlefish for a few reasons;

-Mimikyu are said to be weakened by sunlight, so as a mollusk living on land, Direct sunlight would easily dry out and harm it.

-Cephalopods (though cuttlefish are not particularly notable for it, its not much of a stretch) tend to be highly intelligent and octopi have been known to utilize coconut shells and even discarded bottles as mobile shelter, mimikyu must utilize old Pikachu plush toys that are too damaged to become inhabited by banette as a form of shelter and a way to stay cool and hydrated 

-Mimikyu’s true appearance is said to be “So horrifying that a scholar who once saw its true form died of a mysterious illness”, Cephalopods are known to use bioluminescence  and strobing patterns on their skin to stun prey and confuse predators, so my hypothesis is that mimikyu have a particular ability to strobe their surface with such intensity that it could cause seizures, which would appear as a mysterious illness or hex in olden times.

-Cuttlefish have Feeding tentacles, which if you know your squids may possess swiveling, hook-like talons for grabbing food, explaining their presence of Claws

-If a cephalopod were to evolve land locomotion I personally believe it may develop some of its arms, and its fins if it possess them, into rudimentary feet, like the foot of a snail or a slug. While the primary foot here is from the fins from a cuttlefish fusing together, the secondary feet come from the last pair of arms and ar still capable of gripping and manipulating

-Mimikyu may disguise themselves as pikachu since its predators would be quite weary to be on the receiving end of approximately 1000 AMPs

-The disguise that mimikyu craft might be a collection of dried leaves stuck together with slime from its feet, and manipulated by sticks. if the disguise’s internal structure is damaged, the mimikyu will forage for more sticks and leaves to mend it at night when its nice and cool.

  • Ajeel: Hey, Zeref, you're obscenely old, right?
  • Zeref: Yeah.
  • Ajeel: Do you know any super-ancient, lost to the ages, archaic, olden-times swears?
  • Zeref: Uh... well... there is one...
  • Dimaria: I want to hear it!
  • Zeref: The Elder Swear. You must never repeat it to anyone.
  • Dimaria: We won't!
  • Zeref: Here it is.
  • Zeref: Your mother is a ****ing **** lorem ipsum ***** adminim venium **** tragulah **** **** hippopotamus **** Republican ****ing Daniel Radcliffe **** with a bucket of **** in a castle far away, where no one can hear you **** soup **** witha bucket of **** Mickey Mouse **** and a stick of dynamite **** magical **** alakazam!
  • Ajeel and Dimaria: ... w o a h ...
In fantasies of olden times, we all tend to picture ourselves as the heroine, conducting our drama in a silk shawl and hand-embroidered linen nightgown. In reality, it’s much more likely you’d have been born either the slave who picked the linen’s flax, the Native American displaced to plant it, or the near-blind, starving seamstress who sewed the finery by the light of a dying candle.
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Unmentionable: The Victorian Lady’s Guide to Sex, Marriage, and Manners (Therese Oneill)

I have just started this book and it is FANTASTIC.

WOW

I have completely mixed feelings on this, it’s unreal that a man can’t tell people his sexuality no matter what era he was brought up in. You are who you are and you should be who you want to be to make you happy, makes me sad that he had to live his whole life a lie.

But then again; BRAVO GRANDMA! What a beautiful women, to hide her best-friends secret by having children and raising a family to hide his secret sexuality! Absolutely beyond amazing how some people can be so incredible.

CARATACUS, The Warrior Rebel

Caratacus was a heroic British-Celtic warrior king, who was born just a decade after Jesus Christ. He was from the south-east of modern-day England.

He was first hero of Britain due to his fierce resistance to the Roman invasion.

With his leadership of brave warriors they fought against 40,000 Roman soldiers, an for 8 years, until being defeated in 51 AD. So he fled to the north…

With his army in disarray, he ended up in the tribe-land of the Brigantes, where he met their queen Cartimunda, an took sanctuary - as in modern-day Yorkshire.

However, Cartimunda betrayed him, by handing him over to the Romans, so they would look kindly upon her tribal realm. For the Roman way was the future.

As shown above, he was then taken to the capital city of the Roman empire, where he gave such a fine speech to the Roman emperor, that he was spared the usual death-sentence that a warring rebellious king would typically get.

But only a decade later, Queen Boudica, of another British tribe, would rebel !

Click here for my article on the above warrior Queen !

anonymous asked:

i mean the basic method for sorting out earache is warm oil bc its usually earwax and heat + liquid is still the method.... but its olden times so just grab your opiates kids

The answer to all your ailments!! 

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Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman 

Rating: ★★★★★ 

Synopsis

Neil Gaiman has long been inspired by ancient mythology in creating the fantastical realms of his fiction. Now he turns his attention back to the source, presenting a bravura rendition of the great northern tales. In Norse Mythology, Gaiman fashions primeval stories into a novelistic arc that begins with the genesis of the legendary nine worlds; delves into the exploits of the deities, dwarves, and giants; and culminates in Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods and the rebirth of a new time and people. Gaiman stays true to the myths while vividly reincarnating Odin, the highest of the high, wise, daring, and cunning; Thor, Odin’s son, incredibly strong yet not the wisest of gods; and Loki, the son of giants, a trickster and unsurpassable manipulator. From Gaiman’s deft and witty prose emerges the gods with their fiercely competitive natures, their susceptibility to being duped and to dupe others, and their tendency to let passion ignite their actions, making these long-ago myths breathe pungent life again.

(from Goodreads)

Thoughts

Reading these stories gave me such a surge of nostalgia. I grew up on these myths. The battered big book of myths for children (which is still on my shelf to this day) was my favourite bedtime storybook. Perhaps I am especially fond of these stories because I’m Swedish, but part of what makes me like them so much is that once upon a time people believed them to be true. Somehow, that makes them “real” stories in my eyes. Gaiman has taken the original myths and added a bit of character and vivaciousness to them, making this book a captivating read. I recognized almost all of the stories from my childhood, save for some details and the more gruesome stories. I now realize that my storybook for children was rather edited and simplified. Fortunately. Some of these myths are extremely gruesome and violent, and would’ve probably emotionally scarred 5-year-old me for life. Even so, for the most part these stories are just incredibly entertaining, switching between thrilling and funny. I love seeing the parallels to other famous fantasy stories in these myths, because many fantasy writers have been inspired by these stories of heroes and giants and magical objects. For example, the Fenris Wolf, the monstrous wolf who is destined to swallow the sun and moon at Ragnarok, inspired J.K. Rowling when she created and named Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf from Harry Potter. It proves that these stories were not only important to Vikings in the olden times, but still have an impact in our lives today. They have lived on, and are still as spellbinding as they were then.

//love from L

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Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference

(A/N: In honour of Raúl Esparza’s birthday. Fair warning I made him a bit younger in the story because I don’t know if him and Barba are the same age. Bit either-way I hope you all enjoy this. Also do you guys like the re-vamp? Yay or nay?) 

Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference

When you started dating Rafael Barba you were twenty-five years old and he was thirty-seven years old.

A twelve year age difference.

You were only in your first year as a Detective and your transfer to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit when he became your departments ADA. You were a new, bright-eyed but gifted and talented detective with an infamous last name to live up to, at that point. He was a seasoned attorney at that point, who was well-versed and experienced in the law with an impressive reputation.

You hit it off straight away. You found each other amusing and almost instantaneously developed the typical ‘old married couple’ esque relationship. You were both heavily sarcastic and your verbal sparing sessions were legendary. What you liked was that he was never scared to challenge you or insult you for that matter. He wasn’t scared of your last name unlike most who had to get to know you before getting comfortable around. Granted, that hadn’t been a problem at SVU. You very different but at the same time, you both had a lot in common.

It took six months after meeting for your relationship to turn into a banter and flirty filled friend/colleague relationship to a romantic one. You’d been physically attracted to him from the start but in a way, you were sort of glad that you had taken so long to act on your feelings. You developed a deeper more meaningful attraction and liking. You had waited because you never thought that he would like you the same way you liked him and you had assumed that he had waited so long for the same reason. Back then you would never have thought it would have also been because of your age difference.

It took six months of sexual tension and one length trial to bring you two together and you hadn’t been apart since. From their lead to what is now a three-year relationship. You’d moved in with each other after a year and he had proposed to you on your third anniversary a few months back. You both couldn’t be happier. You were now twenty-eight years old and he was approaching his fortieth birthday.

The age difference rarely came up. In fact, since the day you had met, you’d only actually ever thought about it handful of times. If you were honest, you never really felt it. You and Rafael had so much in common that you never ran out of things to do and or talk about. You’d always dated older men, granted none of them twelve years older. It didn’t really bother you. The way you saw it was he was the same age as your older sister Erin, who wasn’t that old despite all the jokes you made at her expense and he wasn’t closer in age to your Father than he was to you so you didn’t see the problem.

You loved him and he loved you. Twelve year was nothing really. What was twelve years compared to the lifetime you’d get to spend together? You had always assumed that Rafael felt the same way about the issue, despite never really talking about it. Maybe, you should have and that way you wouldn’t have been so surprised when it was brought up.

“And where are you going?” Rafael asked, curious, looking up from his book as you stepped into the room.

“An impromptu bachelorette party.” You informed as you smoothed out your shorts and shirt as you quickly glanced at yourself.  

“For who?” he asked, putting the book down and looking directly at you now by turning his head to the side.

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So I heard a lot of newer homestuck fans are confused about why shrek was in the upd8 with Eridan sitting on his shoulder holding cotton candy

Well, back in ye olden times of homestuck, everyone was convinced that Shrek was Eridan’s father. This era led to the creation of such timeless works as;

So yeah. 


(I’m actually glad they addressed this before homestuck ended I can die happily now)

Sunshine

pairing ; lin x reader

summary ; confessions and nicknames 

ft. pippa

words ; 1798

warnings ; fluff man

note ; first lin imagine; kinda proud of this one, not gonna lie.

masterlist


“You wouldn’t believe what I saw today! Y/n, really, it was the weirdest thing,” your best friend, Lin, said, walking into your shared apartment. His voice echoed about the spacious area in the higher part of New York.

You turned away from your book for just a second, looking toward your bubbly best friend. “Do tell of your riveting day, my dear Lin.” Your words were genuine, but the way you said them mocked the olden times, and it only made Lin laugh.

“So, okay, where should I start? First I saw the cutest puppies, and then people came up and asked him about Hamilton and In The Heights, and then I tried that new coffee joint down the street – delicious, by the way, and then, and then,” he stopped for a second, taking a breath and smiling.

You began to giggle, sliding your bookmark into place and getting up from your spot on the couch. Walking past him and to the kitchen, you grabbed a coke from the fridge and leaned against the counter, watching Lin shed his coat and prop himself up on a counter across from you.

He began to ramble on about his day, going into detail about each and every encounter he had. You couldn’t help but admire the way he was so passionate about everything – even simple things like this.

His brown eyes would light up, a sparkle running through them and his hands would start conveying his emotions alongside his words. His feet, depending on whether he was standing or sitting where he could hang them, would start jiggling, and if he wasn’t wearing shoes, his toes would wiggle. If he was standing, he just go onto his tiptoes and bounce on them.

His smile would light up the room like the sun, and his words would be so hopeful about damn near everything – no matter the conversation topic. Hence your nickname Sunshine, of which you had dubbed a few years back when you first met him.

Now, as you watched him get excited about his day, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell. Your harbored feelings poked at your being as you longingly stared at him, wanting to be caught up in his words, but too caught up in your thoughts.

Just as he was about to go on another tangent about something, his words stopped abruptly. He looked over your figure, wondering why you hadn’t given your two cents at all in the last ten minutes he’d been talking, as per usual.

You were just sat there, swinging your legs and glancing around. Sometimes your eyes would land on his face, other times it would be fixated on the coke in your hand or the cabinet behind him, or even the entrance to the kitchen.

“Y/n?” Your name left his lips in the form of a question, his eyebrow going up. When you didn’t answer, he questioned once more, “Hello? Earth to Y/n?”

You snapped out of your thoughts just in time to respond, “Huh?”

“You okay there? You spaced out.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking, is all.”

“About what?” Although his question was innocent, and he didn’t intend it to mean anything but what was on the surface, it still made your heart pick up speed and your breath get caught in your throat.

“W-Well, uhm,” you looked away from him, cursing yourself for stuttering. Lin knew that if you were stuttering, there was obviously something up that you weren’t telling him, and since that was the case now, you knew he would catch on soon.

“What is it, y/n? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it is, I just,” you hesitated before taking a deep breath and letting the words out, “I’m thinking about you.”

He remained silent, a curious look in his eyes. After a moment, he let out a quick, “Me?”

“Yeah, you. I’ve been thinking about you, and me, and… well, us.” It was getting increasingly difficult to get your words out, considering where you were treading was thin ice and his response would be the only thing that sank you or kept you upright.

“What’s going on, y/n? What do you mean, ‘us’?”

“Well, I mean, I guess- I don’t know what I mean. I just, I really, really like you, as more than just a friend, and watching you be you, well, Sunshine…”

When you trailed off, you looked up to meet his eyes, not noticing that yours had wandered back down to your coke can. He looked troubled, like he had too many things going through his mind for him to grasp just one single thought and speak it.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same, I do. I just… I needed to say it,” your voice faded off into a whisper near the end of your statement as you slid off the counter. Throwing away your coke and stepping into the living room, you turned to see Lin still standing in the kitchen.

His eyebrows had furrowed and his mouth was still open, as if he were about to say something, but he wasn’t. But, in a matter of seconds, his head snapped up to where you were and he drew in a quick breath.

“Lin?”

“I don’t… y/n, I,” he stopped whatever he was saying as you nodded and turned back around.

“I’ll uh, see you later sunshine,” you nodded to yourself, slipping on a pair of boots and grabbing a jacket before heading out the door.

You didn’t hear anything from Lin when you did, and if that wasn’t a sure sign that he didn’t have a thing to say to you, you didn’t know what was.


You knocked softly on the door in front of you, relieved to see Pippa open it moments later.

“Y/n?”

“Pippa, hi. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” she opened the door wider for you and let you in, the soft click behind you signifying she had closed it. “What’s up?”

“It’s about.. Lin,” you were hesitant to let the words slip past your lips, but since she was the one you had confided in about your feelings, she immediately understood.

“Oh no, what happened?” She placed a soft hand on your arm and led you to her couch, where she promptly sat you down and beckoned for you to continue.

“I told him how I felt, and- well, he just went silent. He stopped talking, and then when I asked him what was up, he just mumbled that he didn’t,” you said it all in one breath, and by the time you were done, you could feel tears stinging your eyes.

“He didn’t what?”

“I don’t know. He just said ‘I don’t’ and that was it,” you mumbled.

“Oh,” was all she said. Her brown eyes traveled behind your head while she thought about something. You had seen that look too much today, and a dreadful feeling took your heart upon remembering what Lin looked like when he did that.

“Oh?”

“Hon, I wouldn’t take his words as anything bad. He was just at a loss for, well, words.”

“Lin-Manuel Miranda at a loss for words? That’s new.”

“I know, but it wasn’t because he doesn’t feel the same. Trust me, he never stops talking about you when you aren’t around. You’re always on his mind, so I think it was just a shocked feeling at realizing you felt the same way.”

“But, Pippa, why didn’t he stop me from leaving?”

“He was thinking,” she offered a hopeful smile, “you know he always overthinks situations. I’m positive if you went back home, he would immediately hug you.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.”

After a moment, you looked down at your hands and then back at her with a small smile, “Thanks, Pip. You helped a lot.”

“You’re welcome, love. Now go and get your man!”

You laughed, standing up and giving her a hug as another thank you before leaving. You realized you had left your phone at the apartment as well, so you couldn’t text Lin that you were coming back, and you were sure he had texted you multiple times in the time you were gone.

Smiling and shaking your head a small bit, you started the trek back home, a new hope filling your heart.


You stepped into the apartment, surprised to see it so quiet and dark. There was no buzzing Lin, no coffee brewing or movie playing, nothing. Just silence.

“Lin?”

There was more silence as your call echoed through the apartment before a response came back, “Y/n?”

“Where are you, sunshine?”

“Room,” he called back, a little happiness in his voice.

You took off your boots and shrugged off your jacket, leaving them by the front door and walking back to Lin’s bedroom. He was sitting on his bed, the only light on the lamp on his desk, and his feet tapping the carpet. His head snapped to you in the doorway, and he beckoned you over with a wave of his hand.

You went to his bed and sat down beside him, feeling his arm slide around your waist. Your head naturally fell on his shoulder and a breath escaped both of your lips. “I really love you.”

“I really love you, too,” you whispered. Your heart was soaring in happiness, but the overall peacefulness of the room allowed for a calmer response.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I just got so caught up in my thoughts and I… I didn’t know how to respond. I’ve loved you for so long and it’s sad that this,” he took your hand with his free one, “didn’t happen sooner.”

“It’s okay. I should’ve given you time to think. But I’m just glad that it’s all out in the open now.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

You took your head off his shoulder and looked up at him. His lips were upturned in a soft smile, the scruff decorating his mouth quirking upward. His eyes darted between yours and your lips, so you took that as a sign to lean up and press them to his.

The kiss was sweet, Lin laying down and allowing you to rest on top of him as your lips remained locked. Nothing heated was happening, just genuine love being shared between two rejoicing humans who wished they had seen it sooner.

“So,” you whispered once you pulled away, “am I staying in here at night?”

“Oh hell yes. Your bedroom is a guest bed now, you’re mine.”

You laughed quietly, sliding down and resting your head on his chest. Your fingers intertwined and you felt sleep beginning to tug at your tired body.

“I love you, Sunshine.”

“I love you, too, y/n.”

the faroe islands is home to one of the oldest horse breeds in the world, the faroe pony! they’re closely related to the old wild nordic horses of ye olden times, and they’re small fluffy balls of stubbornness, but once you gain their trust they’ll never let you go - they’re also attention hoggers who show a lot of physical affection towards their favourite humans

oftentimes i find myself possessed by an olden time faerie and he takes my tongue and forces me to speak in a sultry tone of old while i watch, aghast, my lips moving to make a rhyme from ‘ass’ and ‘grass’ as the faerie, invisible to all but me, shits himself with merriment at my plight in the corner of my vision as i make a fool of myself for all to see