This Is A Confession To The Star Wars Fandom Because I Have To Get This Off My Chest. Last Summer Just

Damn, this is such cool analysis, I don’t know what to say… I’m jealous. I want to study this. I wanna be able to do this. I wanna be able to use this on myself. I want to design character costumes like this. I don’t need more skill envy in my life, help

idle Jaskier-related notion:

Joey Batey is really approximately the same size and shape as Henry Cavill, and there are a number of clever techniques in pretty much all Jaskier's costumes to hide this fact and make him look about three or four inches narrower than he actually is. The costumers work really really hard to make him look that twinky, often with cleverly cut shoulder decorations that pretend he's trying to look bigger than he is and have the actual effect of making him look a lot lighter.

On a Doylistic level this makes sense, because it's hard to make Geralt look Huge and Imposing next to your non-combatant harmless sidekick if said sidekick is a jacked six foot burly man.

On a Watsonian level, however, the notion of Jaskier as this big meaty dude aggressively arguing with all his tailors to ensure that he looks as non threatening and foppish and entertaining as possible while also looking as sexy as he can (for a Jaskier definition of sexy, at least) is generating considerable entertainment for me this fine morning.

Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

Wow, I admire this artwork

Happy 10th anniversary to the final part of my favorite trilogy ever!

Welcome to Los Pollos Hermanos, where something delicious is always cooking!

Years of screenshots of this website on Pinterest have done their job. I’ve decided to join in. do I get, like, a rite of initiation or something? y’all seem like the type to do so

red blood cell girl bringing you oxygen on a cute little platter and then curtseying

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

*passes you a troll armed with a crossbow designed to break down fortress gates*

who has the “its been a week…. pass the detritus!!” pic