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amikyten:

YES YES YES IT’S GIVEAWAY TIME!!!

so i was thinking for such a long time to do a little giveaway that wouldn’t be such a big deal, so that’s what i did!

there’s going to only one winner, and that lucky guy/gal will get:

  • this huge ass sticker with all 13 provinces and territories where you can stick wherever place you wanna stick in (because you know, it’s gonna be yours you can do anything with it you can even burn it if you want to but if i know that you burned i’m going to be super disappointed but whatever lol
  • a customized bookmark, which you can choose from one bookmark with a pairing or two characters doing things together if shipping is not your thing or two bookmarks with one character each!! (these ones above are examples, i’m not going to give them away and please don’t insist)

as you can tell, it’s a project canada giveaway, which means that you can’t ask me to make a bookmark with a character that doesn’t even relate to this project (no, i won’t draw the countries this time; this is a giveaway that is supposed to focus on the provinces and territories so please don’t ask me to draw canada or any other country that might relate to this)

things to clarify:

  • both likes and reblogs counts!!
  • you can reblog as many times as you want, they will all count!
  • no giveaway blogs
  • i’m going to pick a winner on september 26th, at 7:00 p.m. (mountain time) with random.org
  • i will message you at your ask, so please leave your ask blog open so i can tell you that you are the winner!!
  • you must message me back until 7:00 p.m. of the next day, and if you don’t i will have to pick another winner
  • you have to feel comfortable to give me your address so i can send it you!

good luck!!!

omg PLEASE

gabzilla-z:

Did Ridley Scott’s “Exodus” movie give the Sphinx a white/European makeover?

The backlash against Ridley Scott’s Exodus is gathering momentum. After Noah’s mixed reception earlier this year, more and more people are sick of seeing movies with “whitewashed” casts: White actors representing historical figures who almost certainly were not white.

The latest accusation of Exodus whitewashing relates to someone who technically isn’t even a character: the Sphinx.

The likeliest explanation is that the sculpture in this picture is not the Sphinx, but is in fact a statue of Ramses. This means that it would have been based on actor Joel Edgerton’s face. 

Unfortunately, this just makes the whitewashed casting even more blatant, because real statues of Ramses II simply do not look like that. So while Exodus may not have made a “white version” of the Sphinx, Egyptian culture is still being erased and rewritten to fit in with the film’s predominantly white cast of actors.

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trying out speedy colouring sketch techniques??

bedtime good night

amikyten:

lilydere:

this is so late im awful sorry girl

YES YES YES YES EYAS EASYEASD AYAS THANK YOU!!!!

Page 2 of Ancientalia: Beginnings is up C:

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sorry I’m taking so long I’m so out of practice with comics but I’m getting there ;w;

Historical Notes…

Like every nation, Rome has murky beginnings. Whether he appeared right after the Fall of Troy in Anatolia or after Aeneas reached Italy is up to you. What’s important is this is what the Romans believed, and Greek writers say this as well!

The lovely and talented kimanda has the idea that after a nation is ‘born’, they wander the land looking for their people. In Rome’s case, he would have to wander pretty far if his beginnings were really in Anatolia (modern Turkey) as he likes to believe! There is some evidence that his neighbour, Etruria, may have come from that part of the world as well. 

And once again I do not support the idea of biological relationships between nations- I doubt Troy would have considered Rome her son even though the Romans liked to boast about their connection to her!

sillylittleteaparty:

so this bunny bit. I’ve always wanted to write something with just these two. It probably should be more angst riddled or something but I can’t do that so there is is this. …..yeah….

The meeting had, for once, ended with smiles rather than empty platitudes spoken around gritted teeth. Handshakes were had all around, and Ralph watched has his boss was led away down the stairs to stand in front of the throng of media gathered at the foot of the large staircase which dominated the entrance hall of Queen’s Park. One by one, secretaries and political aides followed, until Ralph was left standing alone in the hallway.

Well, almost alone.

His eyes drifted slowly to the man standing next to him. Oliver was staring intently after the fast disappearing group of politicians. It didn’t take much for Ralph to guess at his thoughts. This part had always bothered Oliver, when their bosses disappeared to step in front of cameras. For the sake of secrecy they couldn’t follow and Oliver, for a brief moment, was no longer in control. Ralph was fairly sure he hadn’t so much as blinked in the last minute, desperate to hear even the faintest sound of the press conference down below.  He rolled his eyes.  Whatever stick was jammed up Oliver’s ass, by now they’d need an archaeologist to get it out.  

Ralph shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. No doubt their bosses thought that Oliver and he were doing the traditional off the cuff catching up that representatives supposedly did once the politics were done with. And, if it were Owen or Ilan, or anyone else he would be, but it was Oliver, and he was sure Oliver cared as much about his recent backpacking trek through the badlands or the documentary on the Triassic period he watched last night than he did about the upcoming opera season or the Asian stock market. Idly, Ralph thought of ditching and heading back to the hotel to wait for his boss with the added bonus of Netflix; but that would, he supposed, be considered a slight, and though this meeting had gone well, Oliver still hadn’t completely signed on to the cross Canada pipeline.

He rocked forwards again, flat footing with a thump. “So…”

Oliver’s phone beeped.

Oliver held up a finger as he slid it out of his pocket, not seeing, or deliberately ignoring, the unimpressed look Ralph gave him. Whatever the beep was, Oliver dismissed it quickly by tapping a few buttons and slipping the phone back into his pants. He looked up at Ralph, studying him for a moment;

“Would you like to help me with something?”

***

“Something” was a basket full of tiny furry bodies in Oliver’s office. A chorus of “mews” greeted their arrival as one by one the kittens, who couldn’t be more than three weeks old, wobbled from the plush wicker basket onto the floor.  

Upon seeing them, Ralph did what any red blooded male would do. His heart melted and he rushed to sink to the plush carpet, immediately scooping one kitten up and making a silly face at it.

“Their mother rejected them,” Oliver’s voice floated out from the small private kitchenette, its counter over flowing with tins and jars of tea, attached to the office. Ralph wondered for a moment who in their right mind would have a kitchenette in an office, and then promptly wondered if he could convince his boss to let him have one too. “They’ve got to be fed about 5-6 times a day at this point.” Oliver emerged with a bottle in either hand, the beep from the phone, it seemed, had been a reminder. “Makes for some interesting scheduling.”

“So this is why you wouldn’t come to Alberta.”

Oliver sank to the ground next to him. “Sorry.”

“Nah, I don’t blame ya.”

Oliver showed Ralph had to hold them, cupping a kitten in the palm of his hand, their head raised, so they could suck at the nipple of the bottle, and then gently rubbing their stomachs afterwards to get them to burp. It wasn’t so different from hand rearing a calf, Ralph thought, only tinier and fuzzier. He smiled at the kitten, thinking back fondly on memories of early mornings in warm barns and the feel of a warm flank under his hand.

“You know,” Ralph said, running a finger over a tabby striped head, “next time you try to bully us I’m going to remember this. A man with a basket full of kittens in his office isn’t very threatening.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, but laughed anyway. “I’m going to remember the weird squeaking noise you made when you saw them.”

Ralph made a face at him. After that, they drifted into idle conversation. Ralph had always felt more comfortable when there was something for him to do with his hands, and suddenly the pressure and awkwardness of before felt long gone. There was, he found, some common ground between them after all, even if it was reminiscing over Gretzky.

“So do they have names yet?” Ralph asked a little while later, leaning back against the large mahogany desk.  Now fed, the kittens were exploring the thick patterned carpet.

“Not yet, why?”

“Because that one,” Ralph pointed to the silver tabby kitten, “totally looks like a ‘Picard’.”

Oliver tiled his head to the side, as though trying to see it himself.  “And that one?” He pointed to an orange kitten with one tiny paw resting on the lip of the basket.

Ralph grinned. “Riker.” 

happyhetaliareminders:

Greece reminds you to take the time to appreciate the simple pleasures of life. The contented purring of a cat, the vibrant colours of the leaves, the brilliant laugh of a friend, the comforting smell of your favourite food. Cherish the small beauties all around you, and always remember that in turn that beauty also inhabits you.

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

feferi-captor:

get out your VCR’s it’s time to watch The Prince of Egypt. or you can watch it here.

please don’t watch exodus: gods and kings because it’s icky and racist. you deserve better. you deserve the prince of egypt.

It is safe to say that I will not be going to watch the weird gross whitewashing mess that is Exodous…

tell me its not racist to only cast people of color as servants and whites as all lead characters in a MOVIE SET IN AFRICA

I heard about this the other day and it’s honestly more fucked up than if they’d just whitewashed the whole cast

But no, POC people are allowed to exist…but they don’t get to be lead characters or heroes or anything they can just be the silent servants of the white main characters instead

SO MUCH HATE FOR THIS MOVIE