CROWNLESS

The Fireflies by Henri-Camille Danger (1896)

Yeah it was me, I made the Cool S sword.

“Green murmur, intact. / The fig tree spreads out its arms to me.”

requested by anon

Jace with Ulf

Prague, Czech Republic

Indiana Dunes National Park • January 14th, 2024.

Summer fades, the fruit of summer fades. They have their seasons so do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think of me..

Ophelia, 1872 - oil on canvas

— Jean-Baptiste Bertrand (France, 1823–1887)

Some more accessories for a Greek Summer

JK Rowling has done more damage to feminism than any other person in modern history and I'm not joking.

Because of people like her, women, regardless of birth gender, are expected to conform to impossible standards. No unique features are allowed, no strong noses, no square jaws, no hormonal conditions, no form of biological variety is allowed. All deviation from the delicate Victorian era white woman is forbidden. If you don't conform to these impossible standards, then they call you a man. The facts don't matter to them - all that matters is that they maintain their clique of rich old British bints with high school mean girl mindsets, neurotic victim complexes, and too much time and money on their hands. I'm not hyperbolizing when I say my boomer mother's era of feminism was way more progressive than whatever the fuck is going on right now. It's the polar opposite. JK Rowling and her cult of radfems took the feminist progress of the past seventy years out back, shot it in the head, and pissed on its corpse.

“La Sylphide” by Alexander Yakovlev, Anna Osadcenko 

Literally just made a Tumblr to scream about her. I have no clue how anything works here 🫡

when you decide to go back because you left something at harrenhal where it all started where you were given the white cloak that soiled you where the boy died you wonder and you take the leap into the pit even though your flaming sword went out in one but hers still burned and then you tell her your name is jaime not kingslayer and your actions to save beauty kills the beast and you admit that you dared to dream again you dared to dream of her

Swan and Cygnets by benjamincclark on Flickr.