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ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy:
Cillian Murphy by Vassilis Karidis for So It Goes | 2014
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naamahdarling:
roachpatrol:
charminglyantiquated:
so if there’s one single trope i’m always down to fight it’s the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and that’s awful on a whole lot of levels - it’s not love, it’s control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. like…I get it, they’re pretty, graceful birds, certainly it’s easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devil’s geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say ‘hey i’m in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, we’ll be so happy’ and she just looks at you for a moment and…
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly you’re realizing you’ve made a terrible terrible mistake bc you’re surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then she’d straight up fuck you up on her own. she’d just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you don’t fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and says ‘why don’t you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kind’
and the woman says, ‘i can’t swim’
and the swan says, ‘we’ll teach you’
and the woman says, ‘literally i can’t swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drown’
and the swan says ‘your husband fucking WHAT’
the next morning the woman’s front yard looks like this.
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.
@elodieunderglass
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roachpatrol:
charminglyantiquated:
so if there’s one single trope i’m always down to fight it’s the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and that’s awful on a whole lot of levels - it’s not love, it’s control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. like…I get it, they’re pretty, graceful birds, certainly it’s easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devil’s geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say ‘hey i’m in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, we’ll be so happy’ and she just looks at you for a moment and…
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly you’re realizing you’ve made a terrible terrible mistake bc you’re surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then she’d straight up fuck you up on her own. she’d just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you don’t fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and says ‘why don’t you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kind’
and the woman says, ‘i can’t swim’
and the swan says, ‘we’ll teach you’
and the woman says, ‘literally i can’t swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drown’
and the swan says ‘your husband fucking WHAT’
the next morning the woman’s front yard looks like this.
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.
@elodieunderglass
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thatguyhasabeardandmoxie:
bonesmakenoise:
theweepingtimelord:
Lembas Bread (Lord of the Rings “authentic” Elvish bread)
Ingredients:
2 ½ cups of flour
1 tablespoon of baking powder
¼ teaspoon of salt
½ cup of butter
1/3 cup of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
½ teaspoon honey
2/3 cup of heavy whipping cream
½ teaspoon of vanilla
Directions:
Preheat oven to 425F. Mix the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Add the butter and mix with a well till fine granules (easiest way is with an electric mixer). Then add the sugar and cinnamon, and mix them thoroughly.
Finally add the cream, honey, and vanilla and stir them in with a fork until a nice, thick dough forms.
Roll the dough out about ½ in thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer the dough to a cookie sheet.Criss-cross each square from corner-to-corner with a knife, lightly (not cutting through the dough).
Bake for about 12 minutes or more (depending on the thickness of the bread) until it is set and lightly golden.
***Let cool completely before eating, this bread tastes better room temperature and dry. Also for more flavor you can add more cinnamon or other spices***
as someone who has baked these A LOT
They are REALLY GOOD
and I am reblogging this because I KEEP LOSING MY RECIPE
Fuck yes. Now the real question is… Will they fill my stomach in one bite?
Finally!!!!
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thatguyhasabeardandmoxie:
bonesmakenoise:
theweepingtimelord:
Lembas Bread (Lord of the Rings “authentic” Elvish bread)
Ingredients:
2 ½ cups of flour
1 tablespoon of baking powder
¼ teaspoon of salt
½ cup of butter
1/3 cup of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
½ teaspoon honey
2/3 cup of heavy whipping cream
½ teaspoon of vanilla
Directions:
Preheat oven to 425F. Mix the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Add the butter and mix with a well till fine granules (easiest way is with an electric mixer). Then add the sugar and cinnamon, and mix them thoroughly.
Finally add the cream, honey, and vanilla and stir them in with a fork until a nice, thick dough forms.
Roll the dough out about ½ in thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer the dough to a cookie sheet.Criss-cross each square from corner-to-corner with a knife, lightly (not cutting through the dough).
Bake for about 12 minutes or more (depending on the thickness of the bread) until it is set and lightly golden.
***Let cool completely before eating, this bread tastes better room temperature and dry. Also for more flavor you can add more cinnamon or other spices***
as someone who has baked these A LOT
They are REALLY GOOD
and I am reblogging this because I KEEP LOSING MY RECIPE
Fuck yes. Now the real question is… Will they fill my stomach in one bite?
Finally!!!!
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lilmissrantsypants:
not-a-gamer-weeaboo-i-swear:
swagmage420:
warlocksmith:
powerarmor:
arr-jim-lad:
Barbie in the newest movie looks like if Elsa from Frozen was in Mass Effect
Don’t ask me why I know this.
i thought this was a constable frozen edit
Apparently the plot for this movie is that all the stars are dying and barbie needs to find a way to stop the universe succumbing to a cold dark end which is honestly more terrifying than a lot of actual scifi
Barbie and the heat death of the universe
@lilmissrantsypants
I’m gonna watch this and pretend this is a DLC movie about Commander Elsa Shepard.
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not-a-gamer-weeaboo-i-swear:
swagmage420:
warlocksmith:
powerarmor:
arr-jim-lad:
Barbie in the newest movie looks like if Elsa from Frozen was in Mass Effect
Don’t ask me why I know this.
i thought this was a constable frozen edit
Apparently the plot for this movie is that all the stars are dying and barbie needs to find a way to stop the universe succumbing to a cold dark end which is honestly more terrifying than a lot of actual scifi
Barbie and the heat death of the universe
@lilmissrantsypants
I’m gonna watch this and pretend this is a DLC movie about Commander Elsa Shepard.
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noisedraws:
Psst have some off-model Spyro sketches.
I miss this adorable, snarky little critter; so many hours spent chasing gems and egg thieves D:!
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I miss this adorable, snarky little critter; so many hours spent chasing gems and egg thieves D:!
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karadin:
sethshead:
wpwgcartoons:
Signe Wilkinson Cartoon from 2016-09-14
When public school revenues come from local property taxes, they’re not really so public anymore. As is the policy in Vermont, there should be state-wide contribution to a common pool, so that every child may receive an adequate education, without economically restricted communities augmenting their lavish investment in their children with more state dollars they don’t need.
Also, when busing is cut, and children no longer have choice in where they attend, schools become segregated, and segregation in schools in the US is now worse than it was before the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s.
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sethshead:
wpwgcartoons:
Signe Wilkinson Cartoon from 2016-09-14
When public school revenues come from local property taxes, they’re not really so public anymore. As is the policy in Vermont, there should be state-wide contribution to a common pool, so that every child may receive an adequate education, without economically restricted communities augmenting their lavish investment in their children with more state dollars they don’t need.
Also, when busing is cut, and children no longer have choice in where they attend, schools become segregated, and segregation in schools in the US is now worse than it was before the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s.
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Summer in Orcus launches tomorrow!
Nov. 29th, 2016 11:05 amtkingfisher:
So, uh…looks like we’re actually doing this thing! Tomorrow! If the CSS is kind, it will auto-populate and if not, I’ll do it manually, but it is going live, come hell or high water!
You can read the introduction (and bookmark the page where more things will appear) right here!
I will be posting links here as they go live, never fear! It will be up Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we’re going to try bonus content on Sundays–little snippets about the world of Orcus and so forth–once we’ve had a few weeks to settle in, and I’ll do my best to get an RSS feed working as well for people who don’t check back here frequently.
Long-time readers will recognize the start of the story–“Hey! It’s the one with Baba Yaga!”–as having been posted here. Yup, that’s the one, and I finally finished it…
I’m all nervous and stuff. This is such a weird little book and I’m still not sure if anyone will like it or if they will throw tomatoes, but by god, I wrote it anyway, and thanks to the awesome people on Patreon, I can offer it free to the world.
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So, uh…looks like we’re actually doing this thing! Tomorrow! If the CSS is kind, it will auto-populate and if not, I’ll do it manually, but it is going live, come hell or high water!
You can read the introduction (and bookmark the page where more things will appear) right here!
I will be posting links here as they go live, never fear! It will be up Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we’re going to try bonus content on Sundays–little snippets about the world of Orcus and so forth–once we’ve had a few weeks to settle in, and I’ll do my best to get an RSS feed working as well for people who don’t check back here frequently.
Long-time readers will recognize the start of the story–“Hey! It’s the one with Baba Yaga!”–as having been posted here. Yup, that’s the one, and I finally finished it…
I’m all nervous and stuff. This is such a weird little book and I’m still not sure if anyone will like it or if they will throw tomatoes, but by god, I wrote it anyway, and thanks to the awesome people on Patreon, I can offer it free to the world.
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randomthingsthatilike123:
Do you ever think about how when Ron’s wand broke 2nd year, just using spell-o-tape wasn’t enough to fix it. It kept backfiring in ways that were really bad, like making himself eat slugs, or kinda just. being defective in general.
Hagrid’s wand was snapped his 3rd year. But he still uses it, disguised as an umbrella. And it works.
Like we know Ollivander didn’t fix it, since he was surprised to hear Hagrid had the pieces. Not to mention since Hagrid was expelled, it would be extremely illegal to fix it. Hogwarts works as a groundskeeper, and lives in a one room wooden hut that he made himself. He’s not going to have the money to ribe someone to fix it, and then there’s also the fact that because of his heritage, even if he could bribe someone to fix it, they probably wouldn’t. And sure, Dumbledore probably knows that Hagrid fixed his wand, there’s a certain level of deniability there. He wouldn’t have actually gotten involved with the wand mending process. Especially when Hagrid was just accused of killing a student.
So that means Hagrid would have put his wand back together himself.
The 3rd year transfiguration examination was to turn a teapot into a tortoise. Only inanimate objects into animals. Part of the reason animagi are so rare is because they’re human to animal transformations. The first time we meet Hagrid, he gives Dudley a tail, and correctly animates the boat he and Harry are on. Silently.
Harry and co. didn’t even attempt to learn silent casting until 6th year. Anything Hagrid learned after 3rd year would have been self taught.
Hagrid is one powerful wizard and holy shit combined with his resistance to magic with his giant heritage forget McGonagall holy shit Hagrid is terrifying
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Do you ever think about how when Ron’s wand broke 2nd year, just using spell-o-tape wasn’t enough to fix it. It kept backfiring in ways that were really bad, like making himself eat slugs, or kinda just. being defective in general.
Hagrid’s wand was snapped his 3rd year. But he still uses it, disguised as an umbrella. And it works.
Like we know Ollivander didn’t fix it, since he was surprised to hear Hagrid had the pieces. Not to mention since Hagrid was expelled, it would be extremely illegal to fix it. Hogwarts works as a groundskeeper, and lives in a one room wooden hut that he made himself. He’s not going to have the money to ribe someone to fix it, and then there’s also the fact that because of his heritage, even if he could bribe someone to fix it, they probably wouldn’t. And sure, Dumbledore probably knows that Hagrid fixed his wand, there’s a certain level of deniability there. He wouldn’t have actually gotten involved with the wand mending process. Especially when Hagrid was just accused of killing a student.
So that means Hagrid would have put his wand back together himself.
The 3rd year transfiguration examination was to turn a teapot into a tortoise. Only inanimate objects into animals. Part of the reason animagi are so rare is because they’re human to animal transformations. The first time we meet Hagrid, he gives Dudley a tail, and correctly animates the boat he and Harry are on. Silently.
Harry and co. didn’t even attempt to learn silent casting until 6th year. Anything Hagrid learned after 3rd year would have been self taught.
Hagrid is one powerful wizard and holy shit combined with his resistance to magic with his giant heritage forget McGonagall holy shit Hagrid is terrifying
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warlordess: “He’s my son too!” I
Nov. 28th, 2016 11:04 amwarlordess:
“He’s my son too!”
I just feel like Maggie’s line in the season one finale of Leverage deserves a lot more hype and credit.
I mean, I get it, we don’t follow her around, we never even met her until the finale, and it feels like her conversation with Nate is the first serious moment we have with her despite spending more or less a whole episode with her but…
This line reminds us that Nate isn’t the only one hurting. In fact, it probably shines a huge light on their divorce in Maggie’s PoV because, yeah, they stopped romantically loving each other, that feeling faded, but she couldn’t understand Nate’s distance, his emotional baggage, his level of guilt over the whole thing… She couldn’t understand that, while every day was a challenge, every mention or sight of a young boy brought back what could have been’s about Sam and their family, she is still capable of going on with her life while Nate’s been reduced to an unemployed alcoholic has-been consumed by his - their - loss.
Can we stop and imagine it for a second? Maggie inspecting paintings for authenticity - or sculptures - and having to pause and clear her throat and head because the subject matter reminds her of her son? Maggie out grabbing a coffee and scone and nearly choking on one of them because she hears a young boy’s voice, and even maybe a parent calling out their name, ‘Sam’ her own son’s name. Maggie walking by a church with its doors open, religious chorus washing out into the streets, and she’s overcome with the memory of watching Nate baptize Sam with Father Paul.
Just… more love for this scene, more love for Maggie, more love for the fact that she does her best to make it through every day, just as much as Nate.. especially after the flashback where he runs into the hospital room and cradles their dead child in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs…
More love for Maggie, who was in such shambles she couldn’t even enter that room and instead closed herself up, curling into her own body and drawing her sweater tighter around her throat and chest as she heaved and wept in despair.
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“He’s my son too!”
I just feel like Maggie’s line in the season one finale of Leverage deserves a lot more hype and credit.
I mean, I get it, we don’t follow her around, we never even met her until the finale, and it feels like her conversation with Nate is the first serious moment we have with her despite spending more or less a whole episode with her but…
This line reminds us that Nate isn’t the only one hurting. In fact, it probably shines a huge light on their divorce in Maggie’s PoV because, yeah, they stopped romantically loving each other, that feeling faded, but she couldn’t understand Nate’s distance, his emotional baggage, his level of guilt over the whole thing… She couldn’t understand that, while every day was a challenge, every mention or sight of a young boy brought back what could have been’s about Sam and their family, she is still capable of going on with her life while Nate’s been reduced to an unemployed alcoholic has-been consumed by his - their - loss.
Can we stop and imagine it for a second? Maggie inspecting paintings for authenticity - or sculptures - and having to pause and clear her throat and head because the subject matter reminds her of her son? Maggie out grabbing a coffee and scone and nearly choking on one of them because she hears a young boy’s voice, and even maybe a parent calling out their name, ‘Sam’ her own son’s name. Maggie walking by a church with its doors open, religious chorus washing out into the streets, and she’s overcome with the memory of watching Nate baptize Sam with Father Paul.
Just… more love for this scene, more love for Maggie, more love for the fact that she does her best to make it through every day, just as much as Nate.. especially after the flashback where he runs into the hospital room and cradles their dead child in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs…
More love for Maggie, who was in such shambles she couldn’t even enter that room and instead closed herself up, curling into her own body and drawing her sweater tighter around her throat and chest as she heaved and wept in despair.
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periidox:
dimespin:
I feel like this is a good time to remind everyone about my design philosophy
You forgot “Because it sounded cool”
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I feel like this is a good time to remind everyone about my design philosophy
You forgot “Because it sounded cool”
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bearsatan:
Dragon*Con 2016
Character: Blackwall
Series: Dragon Age: InquisitionPhotography: http://ift.tt/1U8WKhVCosplayer: bearsatan.tumblr.com (do i credit myself here i mean other people do that so uh)
Details about the cosplay and the shoot behind the cut…
Keep reading
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bearsatan:
Dragon*Con 2016
Character: Blackwall
Series: Dragon Age: InquisitionPhotography: http://ift.tt/1U8WKhVCosplayer: bearsatan.tumblr.com (do i credit myself here i mean other people do that so uh)
Details about the cosplay and the shoot behind the cut…
Keep reading
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micdotcom:
Watch: The Young Turks’ Cenk Uygur nailed why millennials get so much sh*t.
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theprincessleia:
Script meeting with Gary Kurtz, Carrie Fisher, Mark Hamill, Irvin Kershner and Harrison Ford during production of Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (c. 1979).
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flying-scarecrow: “Life And Death” by
Nov. 26th, 2016 05:09 pmflying-scarecrow:
“Life And Death” by Ronny Garcia Moron on Flickr.
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pluvio-silva:
Its ok to have an internet-based practice. Polytheism is about weaving your faith and magic into day-to-day life, and in the modern age that means at home in a city or suburb and online. As good as woodland shrines and temple rituals are, the simply are not practical for many people.
Thousands of years ago, the wilderness was all people had. They didn’t necessarily revere it for its virtue of being untouched by humans, they revered it because it was the world they knew. People carved symbols into rocks because they didn’t have pen and paper. Chalices and shells were used because paper cups weren’t a thing. Talismans were carried on leather cords because they obviously didn’t make them in the notes section of their phone.
We live in a world of computers and phones and TV, of highways and skyscrapers and suburbs.
But that can be just as spiritual if you will it. A blog post can be a hymn, a beautiful picture an offering. Candles can be electric but bright as ever. Rainwater can be collected in old mason jars for a ritual done in your bedroom. Yes, we still honor the natural world. Herbs can be grown in window boxes and you can find solace in the tiny patch of trees in-between two roads.
You can honor love deities when you text internet friends who mean the world to you.
You can find liminal spaces in truck-stops and empty streets in the early morning, in abandoned outlet stores and snowy mornings.
You can listen to music and hum along, thinking fondly of your deity of the arts.
You can look up tutorials on candle-making, craftsmanship, amulets, hymn writing and all your devotional interests.
You can watch the pigeons that trundle across the sidewalk and see that nature perseveres under the domination of humans.
You can even form spiritual groups and covens with those you meet online.
Is the connection less real if you discovered the deity online? Is the deity less real if you heard their whispers from your laptop rather than the woods?
Remember that the world changes around us but the spirits are still here. The moon and stars you look up to at night are the same your predecessors saw.
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Its ok to have an internet-based practice. Polytheism is about weaving your faith and magic into day-to-day life, and in the modern age that means at home in a city or suburb and online. As good as woodland shrines and temple rituals are, the simply are not practical for many people.
Thousands of years ago, the wilderness was all people had. They didn’t necessarily revere it for its virtue of being untouched by humans, they revered it because it was the world they knew. People carved symbols into rocks because they didn’t have pen and paper. Chalices and shells were used because paper cups weren’t a thing. Talismans were carried on leather cords because they obviously didn’t make them in the notes section of their phone.
We live in a world of computers and phones and TV, of highways and skyscrapers and suburbs.
But that can be just as spiritual if you will it. A blog post can be a hymn, a beautiful picture an offering. Candles can be electric but bright as ever. Rainwater can be collected in old mason jars for a ritual done in your bedroom. Yes, we still honor the natural world. Herbs can be grown in window boxes and you can find solace in the tiny patch of trees in-between two roads.
You can honor love deities when you text internet friends who mean the world to you.
You can find liminal spaces in truck-stops and empty streets in the early morning, in abandoned outlet stores and snowy mornings.
You can listen to music and hum along, thinking fondly of your deity of the arts.
You can look up tutorials on candle-making, craftsmanship, amulets, hymn writing and all your devotional interests.
You can watch the pigeons that trundle across the sidewalk and see that nature perseveres under the domination of humans.
You can even form spiritual groups and covens with those you meet online.
Is the connection less real if you discovered the deity online? Is the deity less real if you heard their whispers from your laptop rather than the woods?
Remember that the world changes around us but the spirits are still here. The moon and stars you look up to at night are the same your predecessors saw.
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violent-darts:
fightbeast:
voiceofnature:
In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link
eyy this is close to where I grew up
(Unsurprisingly, Castalinese areas make heavy use of this kind of construction.)
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fightbeast:
voiceofnature:
In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link
eyy this is close to where I grew up
(Unsurprisingly, Castalinese areas make heavy use of this kind of construction.)
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