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varlandgear:

some of the many things i like about vampires by sonia age 23

– very theatrical

– lots of goofy weaknesses. like come on the sun, even a baby can go out in the sun. oh shit i gotta stop and count all this rice someone threw at me. um yeah sorry i couldn’t come to your party i would have had to cross running water to get there.

– weakness to the sun increases theatricality because its like fuck it if i’m stuck in the shadows i might as well make it look like im doing it on purpose. 

– usually sad and good looking

– capes sometimes

– when someone is in a room with a vampire and the vampire is trying to be cool and then the person gets a paper cut and the vampire’s like oh fuck be cool be cool be cool dont freak out and eat them omg you’re in public BE COOL. Vampires are very embarrassing and bad at staying cool under pressure.

– vampire stories often include journalist characters. its like we gotta go interview this weird dude and find out his secrets. because vampires aren’t very good at not acting like weird dudes but they’re also all mega rich so they don’t fly under the radar. has there ever been a lois lane vs Dracula story? there could be.

– sometimes they act like old people and people are like wow that’s weird seeing as you’re a young person and the vampire’s like ha ha yeah i get that a lot

– they never drink… wine. but usually they have lots of expensive wine around anyways. 

– they don’t show up in mirrors or sometimes pictures so they have to tag the empty space where they know they were in their facebook pictures. 

– oooooh i’m a monster ooooh the pain of eternal life ooooh what have i become but then it’s like also they kind of like being vampires and then maybe they feel bad about that. Which is pretty cute. like aw i had fun with my awesome superpowers… wish i didn’t have to eat people for them :(=

– sometimes vampires DID want to be turned into vampires they were like PLEASE MAKE ME A VAMPIRE and then they were like oh shit… this sucks and the other vampire was like ha ha sucker you belong to the night now.

– count von count.

On Pins and Needles: Stylist Turns Ancient Hairdo Debate on Its Head – WSJ

clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead:

via redheadbouquet so cool!

“This is my hairdresserly grudge match with historical representations of hairstyles,” says Ms. Stephens, who works at Studio 921 Salon & Day Spa, which offers circa 21st-century haircuts.
Her coiffure queries began, she says, when she was killing time in the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore back in 2001. A bust of the Roman empress Julia Domna caught her eye. “I thought, holy cow, that is so cool,” she says, referring to the empress’s braided bun, chiseled in stone. She wondered how it had been built. “It was amazing, like a loaf of bread sitting on her head,” says Ms. Stephens.
She tried to re-create the ‘do on a mannequin. “I couldn’t get it to hold together,” she says. Turning to the history books for clues, she learned that scholars widely believed the elaborately teased, towering and braided styles of the day were wigs.
She didn’t buy that. Through trial and error she found that she could achieve the hairstyle by sewing the braids and bits together, using a needle. She dug deeper into art and fashion history books, looking for references to stitching.
In 2005, she had a breakthrough. Studying translations of Roman literature, Ms. Stephens says, she realized the Latin term “acus” was probably being misunderstood in the context of hairdressing. Acus has several meanings including a “single-prong hairpin” or “needle and thread,” she says. Translators generally went with “hairpin.”
The single-prong pins couldn’t have held the intricate styles in place. But a needle and thread could. It backed up her hair hypothesis.
In 2007, she sent her findings to the Journal of Roman Archaeology. “It’s amazing how much chutzpah you have when you have no idea what you’re doing,” she says. “I don’t write scholarly material. I’m a hairdresser.”
John Humphrey, the journal’s editor, was intrigued. “I could tell even from the first version that it was a very serious piece of experimental archaeology which no scholar who was not a hairdresser—in other words, no scholar—would have been able to write,” he says.

On Pins and Needles: Stylist Turns Ancient Hairdo Debate on Its Head – WSJ

the-bright-eyed-demigirl:

volcanic-corruption:

kohtarou:

bootygrooty:

deelekgolo:

I’m still fucked up at the fact that the longest piece of English fictional literature written by any human is a super smash bros brawl fan fic.

218 chapters
3.5 million words
AND ITS STILL IN PROGRESS

heres a link we arent kidding

SHIITTTT

It’s now at over four million words and counting. Oh, and get this: the author isn’t a native English speaker. He’s a Mexican kid who moved to the US and started writing this fic in order to get better at English while in high school. Some chapters rank at 40,000 words each – they are novellas in their own right – and the guy is aiming for 400 chapters.

Seriously, this is amazing.

khalmemrbenzedrine:

let-a-hundred-flowers-bloom:

myimmortalseries:

well-thats-life:

Imagine My Immortal but written in the style of Shakespeare.

SCENE 1. A MAGIC SCHOOL CALLED HOGWARTS IN ENGLAND

Enter ENOBY

ENOBY

For truth, that which the gods have christened me
Has many parts, like these locks, flow’n from my crown.
That hellish sound, which forms mine name, sprung from
The dusky shades of these roots, so like the stone
But broken, rent, mottled; for, like the flames
That hie from Hades, the dusk is split with peals
Of cold violet, the shade of icy fangs
Met with military scarlet; coils not
But hangs; not ragged, but lustrous, set off
Like a precious jewel made more pure by the
Barren winds of silent winter deserts,
So are not these jewels of mine own self-crown
Brought forth in splendour so close to these eyes
Frozen, as glaciers, forged by an artist
Who, bereft of artisan tools, gives himself
And sculpts his godly business with that
Which the muses draw blindly from his vision.
Thus sorrow, reflected twice in these mirrors,
Casting mine eyes as icy limpid tears.

Imagine Shakespeare but written in the style of My Immortal

Hi my name is Hamlet and I have long blond hair that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like the sun god Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. My mother married my uncle after my father died. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I went to a school called Wittenberg in Germany but I just graduated. I’m a prince (in case you couldn’t tell) but I wear mostly black bc I’m in mourning. I For example today I was wearing a black doublet with matching lace around it and a black tights, white undershirt and black boots. I was with my mother and Horatio. We were standing inside Elsinore. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My uncle Claudius stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

let-a-hundred-flowers-bloom:

myimmortalseries:

well-thats-life:

Imagine My Immortal but written in the style of Shakespeare.

SCENE 1. A MAGIC SCHOOL CALLED HOGWARTS IN ENGLAND

Enter ENOBY

ENOBY

For truth, that which the gods have christened me
Has many parts, like these locks, flow’n from my crown.
That hellish sound, which forms mine name, sprung from
The dusky shades of these roots, so like the stone
But broken, rent, mottled; for, like the flames
That hie from Hades, the dusk is split with peals
Of cold violet, the shade of icy fangs
Met with military scarlet; coils not
But hangs; not ragged, but lustrous, set off
Like a precious jewel made more pure by the
Barren winds of silent winter deserts,
So are not these jewels of mine own self-crown
Brought forth in splendour so close to these eyes
Frozen, as glaciers, forged by an artist
Who, bereft of artisan tools, gives himself
And sculpts his godly business with that
Which the muses draw blindly from his vision.
Thus sorrow, reflected twice in these mirrors,
Casting mine eyes as icy limpid tears.

Imagine Shakespeare but written in the style of My Immortal