ledasubatomica:

Molly: “I can read fortunes on occasion…”
Jester: “I was going to ask if you read fortunes! Can you do one now?”
Molly: “I knew you were gonna ask that!”
Jester: “Oh my gosh you’re so smart! Look at this guy, he knows everything!”

A really cool photo from Raleigh Supercon of my Mollymauk!

Photo and editing by Jonathan Vasquez, check out his work at jonv_photography on Instagram, he has lots of really awesome cosplay photography there, even his hall shots like this come out great! And we all know how bad convention center/hotel lighting is…

Small life update

I am leaving this evening for a 5 day trip to Naples/Pompeii/Herculaneum with my best friend and let me tell y’all I haven’t been as excited for a trip in a long time.

Downside is I wont be very active around here this week. Will try to post photos and a that but we’ll see

rowantheexplorer:

piratical-princess:

I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini – those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT. 

But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…

Vittorio knows what the ladies like. 

I love this. Vittorio is throwing some not-so-subtle shade on the misogyny of the era in that last one. Around that time, mass market printing was finally a thing, and people wrote the hell out of some novels, especially fiction. And the people who read the novels were mostly women, because they had somewhat more time on their hands. Middle and upper class men decided they were above reading. They frequently criticized the women for reading novels, saying it was going to corrupt their brains and turn them all into anarchists and lesbians. (Which wasn’t entirely untrue, lots of subversive and queer stuff was distributed in novel form.)

So that last painting is a dude getting over himself and the prejudices of the time and sharing an interest with the ladies, which is infinitely hotter than a dude invading personal space and looming over you like in several of those other paintings.