skull-dagger

“The Battalion of Death (Battalion Malatesta) was an Italian anarchist unit during the Spanish Civil War. The battalion was formed by a few hundred Italian anarchist exiles in France.  It was organized and funded by Diego Abad de Santillan and commanded by the Italian Camillo Berneri.

Late March 1937, the battalion made ​​its debut parading through the Paseo de Gracia and the Plaza Catalunya in Barcelona wearing their smart uniforms and brandishing the slogan “without God nor master”. It made quite an impression on the audience.

They wore black turtleneck jerseys, olive-green uniforms with ammunition belts and a black beret with a skull and a dagger badge. The battalion consisted of both men and women.” 

anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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The Reunion

The happily married Emma and Killian attend Emma’s high school reunion, but what happens when Emma’s high school bullies show up to cause trouble? 

{Oneshot based on a prompt by Millie}

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Emma reaches down to smooth the corner of her jacket, catching her finger on the zip as she does. She winces in pain, cursing herself for not choosing the pink dress instead – actually it’s Killian she should be cursing, he insisted his favourite of the two outfits was the jeans and boots with the embroidered black top. Which of course she then had to put the black jacket with.

Inwardly she sighs, but her annoyance is soon brushed aside as she turns to look at Killian, who’s nervously stroking his stubble, – his perfectly chiselled features are easy on the eyes and just one of the many perks Emma has learnt to appreciate even more since their marriage. “Are you ready?” She whispers, realising they’ve come to a somewhat abrupt halt just outside the faded red door, the same one Emma lined up outside when she was younger; freezing to death in shorts and a t-shirt as her class waited to be let into the gymnasium. The window in the centre of it vibrates gently, indicating the steady throb of the bass emanating from the disco, and the promise of a long night ahead.

“I think the real question is are you ready, love?” Killian replies, slipping his hand into hers and interlocking their fingers, a simple gesture to let her know that they are in this together and he’s by her side no matter what. Tentatively Emma nods, breathes deeply and then nods once more, this time with a sense of purpose.

“We’ve got this.” She states, reaching out for the door handle and pushing it down slowly. The door appears to swing open in slow motion, revealing everything in half speed, and allowing them both to take in the sight before them. Round tables, adorned with glitter and old polaroid photos stretch from wall to wall, whilst a silver and blue balloon arch indicates the entrance to the dance floor. People stand in groups, milling about – most seem to be carrying wine glasses and a few are laughing, whether at their high school antics or the woes of family life, the pair can’t tell. A ‘Class Of 2001’ banner takes centre stage hanging down in the middle of the room, Killian is stunned by the effort that has clearly gone into the planning, Emma on the other hand is struggling to keep in her laughter and after a few seconds of holding her breath lets a giggle escape. A few heads turn as her and Killian walk past, her giggling steadily increasing in volume. When they reach a secluded table in the corner of the room he playfully elbows her and raises his eyebrow. “I’m sorry.” She says, catching her breath. “It’s just all this…” She removes her hand from his and waves her arm towards the rest of the room. “For a class reunion. When this was and always will be the crappiest school in the district.” A red flush has swept her cheeks and somehow Killian manages to find the absurdity of his wife’s reaction endearing. Somehow.

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The Game of Thrones cast for TIME magazine’s feature on the show!😍
The cover could have a lot of subtle foreshadowings of the upcoming season!
Notice how Emilia (Khaleesi) is standing, as if ruling above them all.😍👸🏻
Kit (Jon)’s hand is on a skull… 💀
The dagger could represent Catspaw & the timer could represent that the show is coming to an end…
& Nikolaj (Jaime) pointing at his hand😂👋🏽

An Analysis on Daggers: Gripping a Dagger

As requested, I will proceed to blurb about how to hold a dagger, I have even spent some time drawing some demonstrations on how to hold them as well.

Before we get started, I’d like to introduce the dagger. There are tons and tons of variations of the dagger as there is really no true standard in defining them other than a short one handed dagger (aka, smaller than a sword). While there are many variations of a “small handheld sword” I will e touching on two main types:

  • Parrying Dagger
  • Rondel Dagger

Keep in mind there are other techniques other than what I will touch upon, based on era, country, and dagger variations. I am just discussing how and why to hold a rondel or parrying dagger. Feel free to correct me, ask me questions, or add more to what I have to say.

So Let’s Get started!

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