#University Ceremony

[kropotkindersurprise]

June 16, 2024 - Hundreds of students, many wearing keffiyehs and waving Palestinian flags, walked out of Stanford University's graduation ceremony in protest of Stanford's ties with Israel and its genocide of the Palestinian people. [video]

[dreamydelite]

Oh how could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now

[crazylittlejester]

I’m watching Pirates of the Caribbean and I’m at that part where Will and Elizabeth get married IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FIGHT and my first thought was “That’s so Time coded” but like, let’s be so fucking for real right now: Name me a Link who WOULDN’T do that

[amanedachi]

iron / heart

Part of LoL Esports Elemental Series.

[jagsdoodloos]

@glowweek Day 6: Ceremony

"Wedding Armor"

Miss Knight's Dress/Gear set was a collaborative effort by Bismuth and Yellow Pearl. Certainly a fruitful venture and a lasting memory for a special occasion.

[seratlantisite]

[image id: three digital drawings of princess zelda from ocarina of time, hyrule warriors and twilight princess. end id]

I wanted to try designing alternate looks for these three since they only really have the ceremonial/formal princess robe. design notes under the cut:

Princess of Time

gender queer, obviously

blouse from her child look, over tunic from her adult.

sheik's armour bits from Super Smash Bros Brawl specifically because it felt like the most faithful interpretation

i'm headcanoning that her mother was Sheikah (and was best friends with Impa). If i drew her in the princess dress i'd keep the skin tone and red eye the same

is a bad ass ninja no matter the timeline

as The Sage Of Time when the timeline officially split TM, i think she might be vaguely aware of herself in all three timelines but doesn't understand what she's sensing. it gets stronger as the timelines split more and more and she doesn't really know what to do about it. like its something that she gets flashes of when she's like half asleep kind of thing

Princess of Warriors

easiest outfit for me to design, i will take any excuse to draw that style of coat

not much to say here, her style was already pretty unique so she could be on a battle field in the ceremonial regalia

no real sheik elements because that's firmly an OoT thing in my head, but the throwing knife holster was new so i kept that. plus she's the most battle ready at all times so they make sense

scars. she's proud of them

Princess of Twilight

alternate design idea would have been much more equestrian slash formal riding gear but it looked too modern when i tried it

I had to use Telma as my style reference because there are no other hylian women in that game - which is not a complaint, it's just interesting

the weird vein pattern from being puppeted by ganon and zant left faint scars

why yes, that IS Midna's cloak worn as a layer of skirt. there was a confusing love triangle in that game for sure and Link was not it's centre

she ended up weirdly tall even though i started on one file... sure, why not. tallest Zelda without heels

[haemosexuality]

why are so many adventure time fans just straight up stupid. about how stories work. and i dont even mean kids i mean like adult fans just with the absolutely dumbest takes

[cheesedtoteawithyou]

Oh tea, what would I do without you.

Today I just cried a lot, college didn't even start. But we got some materials to learn from and honestly? I don't understand one bit, even after hours of learning.

I'm very scared that I'm yet again at the time of my life where I just fail and have to pick myself up again and start something new over.

Adulthood is such a scary process, cause it just feels like there are no leads in terms of life, either you got it figured out or you don't.

Anyways, rant over, this is a very yummy green tea "Megalitky" it's originally from the Slovak distributor "Čajovňa dobrých ľudí" I really recommend this tea :)) hints of apricots maybe? Sort of sweetish! And the shape is adorable, a little like a snails shell 🐌🍵.

[maxybabyy]

literally losing my mind over your frat boys au klllllljkkljkllkklljll

please know it has been living in my mind since yesterday, so here's part two, aka what i actually thought about when i saw the original ask (@gaycrunch) ...

part i (re: this)

He finds him outside, hunched over on the porch with his phone in his hand and a half-full bottle of vodka open between his thighs.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here all by himself?” Daniel asks, teases as he drops down to sit next to him. “If only there was a party somewhere, with like, good people and shit.”

Max grunts, barely moves as Daniel hooks his knee over Max’s. He brings the bottle to his mouth, swallows a mouthful of vodka as his free hand comes to rest on Daniel’s knee. “You know already probably, this is why you are here,” he says, digs a finger into the scar on his kneecap, the faded line from when he cut himself on a beer can.

Daniel does, was pulled aside by at least five different dudes who told him where Max had gone, “But I’d rather you tell me, Maxy.”

Max pours another shot into his mouth, keeps the bottle by his lip as he talks. “What even is a rose? This makes no sense, Daniel,” he says, and to his credit, he does sound frustrated. He’s a little drunk too, always is these days when the night falls, but Daniel doesn’t know if it’s cause or consequence.

“It’s an old school thing,” Daniel relents. He steals the bottle from Max’s hands and takes a tiny sip just so he won’t keep drinking. “Reckon I’m plenty sweet for the lot of us, yeah? Don’t need a lady to tell me how to act.”

He didn’t know frats still did this kind of shit, thought they were all past it now, that men could be graceful and charitable too. Hadn’t even thought to mention it to this year’s pledges, but then maybe, Max could have used the lecture anyway.

“Did you really tell her to go suck a bunch of dicks? Because if so, Maxy –“

Max huffs. His leg shakes underneath Daniel’s knee, jostles loose the slide he wears on his foot. “I of course did not say this,” Max says, snappish, taut. “She said she was the best at sucking dick, and I said, ‘this probably is not true���. She showed me this thing she did with her tongue, with her straw you know, and it did not look good, Daniel.”

Daniel chokes down a laugh, relents easily when Max reaches for the bottle again. He watches with unbridled want as Max pretends to suck off the lip of the bottle, interrupted too frequently by his own commentary on the technique.

Daniel reckons he’s right, the tongue is too much, barely touches the bottle at all. Not like Max had done that night, lips heavy around his dick, his tongue firm against the underside of the head.

“So like, you didn’t tell her to suck a dick?”

Max jams his elbow into his side, jolts when Daniel clams his hand around the top of his thigh to keep him in place. “Always this was not – Daniel, I would not say this,” he says, glares at Daniel when he doesn’t relent. “I said maybe that she had to practice more. I have of course sucked a lot of dicks, if she wanted to be like me, then.”

Daniel laughs, loud and surprised, and suddenly Max laughs too.

The Kappa Alphas are dicks anyway. They wouldn’t lose anything if Daniel took them off the social calendar, isn’t really a party if the entire frat can’t go, is it?

“Why didn’t you go home?” He asks after a while. The lid has been put back on the bottle of vodka, and Max has been fed whatever was left in his cup of water.

Two weeks after officially becoming a pledge, Daniel had found Max passed out in a pool of tub juice, white tee soaked in sticky sweet alcohol. He hadn’t vomited – Daniel doesn’t know then if he wouldn’t have just left him there – but Daniel had dragged him upstairs and into the shower. Had scrubbed the marker off his face but left the blue marker in his hair to watch the botched, fucking dip dye his hair had held onto for almost a week.

Max had slept in his bed that night, does it at least every two weeks now, cuddled up between Daniel and the wall. They haven’t fucked since that first time, since Daniel realised Max would be pledging the frat. But sometimes they kiss, and it’s. It feels nice, feels easy, breezy even.

“I have to wait for Carlos,” Max says, shrugs.

Daniel had elected not to pair himself with Max, chose instead one of the legacies who seemed to find power in whatever fucking hazing ritual Daniel threw at him. He kinda regrets it now, knows how shit Carlos must be at this big brother stuff. Knows he left more than an hour ago with Max’s friend from the lacrosse team, apparently without saying shit to Max.

“Nah, Maxy. You’re fine,” he says, squeezes his thigh again when Max hesitates. “Let’s go back to the house, yeah? Maybe Carlos is waiting for you there or like, we can send him a text or something.”

Max doesn’t look convinced, sceptic, like he’s the one who’s on his third year in the frat. But he takes his hand when Daniel gets up, pulls him to his feet. “Lando has the dorm tonight,” he says, shows him a picture of a sock on a doorknob.

It looks fake, but Daniel hasn’t actually seen it for himself ever. Like with the rose, doubted it was even done anymore. But then, Lando’s always been an odd guy.

“There’s always the couch if you want,” Daniel offers, shivers. “Or like, there’s also my bed. Probably the best if you don’t wanna wake up when Scotty gets home.”

Daniel doesn’t hold his breath, he doesn’t, listens instead to the crunch of the road underneath them. It’s no more than ten minutes until they’re home, Greek row almost condensed down to one block.

“Okay, Daniel,” Max says, quiet in the dark night. His hand brushes against Daniel’s, and he tries not to jump, stays still in case Max does reach out. “I think that would be very lovely.”

[warriors-naming-ceremony]

my beautiful daughter she is 16 years old and used to kill snakes before I forced her into retirement (inside cat no longer outdoor)

Tinyadder had a knack for getting herself into trouble as an apprentice. A bit of a risk taker, she actually caught several snakes during her Warrior assessment, in which she would then receive her Warrior name in honor of the event. She still tells this story to kits and apprentices as an elder.

[pafyna]

"mother of the isles"

unintentional mother's day art featuring Hugo and Hebe on Hugo's 18th birthday; a special ceremony is often held on this day if the person wishes to recognize Hebe as their mother. the goddess doesn't wears her crown that day as a sign that she's not there is a deity but as a mother

[froggyfriendart]

What if I had an AU.

[babysgarage]

i mean how much trouble can you get into just for asking a few questions

[ceiling-karasu]

New Chapter of The Rod that Blocks the Lightning!

First of all, I'm sorry for the length of this chapter, but I could not break it up without ruining a certain joke. I'll keep the other chapters of a more manageable length.

We WILL get back to Guemsaegi in the next chapter.

Summary: With the commanders of both sides busy, and Geumsaegi temporarily out of the picture, their soldiers gathered to discuss how they felt about the war and their leaders. But within Flower Hill, the surviving remnants of Tokgasi finally gather together. Unable to return to the Weasel Unit after their loss, they make their plans to strike at the very heart of Cherry Valley to get their revenge.

Fun spoiler and link to profile under the read more

Korean Turtle Boat vs Japanese flagship, 1592. Not sure about my own time period, but this did happen a bit.

[nyxshadowhawk]

The Ars Notoria!

This is one of the grimoires of the Solomonic tradition of ceremonial magic. The Ars Notoria is technically part of the Lemegeton, but sometimes it’s treated as a separate text. I was expecting it to be in Latin, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was in English — very readable English, and in beautiful handwriting! It’s a translation of earlier Latin versions, but it has the feel of a personal Book of Shadows. A human wrote this. There are lines crossed off, words squeezed into the margins or added with little carrots.

This book is a great example of the fact that there’s a very fine line between a prayer and a spell. It mostly consists of a series of prayers and psalms, but it has some “voces magicae”-esque recitations of sacred names or multilingual incantations.

Did you know that hydromancy, pyromancy, and chiromancy count amongst the Liberal Arts? The Solomonic grimoires really make it clear how much magic is intertwined with the Liberal Arts (i.e. mathematics, philosophy, theology, grammar, rhetoric, astronomy, etc.). Many of the demons listed in the Ars Goetia teach these subjects (no wonder Faust was a scholar). The Ars Notoria says that you have to study certain liberal arts on specific days, just as you have to perform rituals on specific days and during specific planetary hours and so forth. And recite long mystical incantations before studying philosophy. Just like folk spells, these long prayers are supposed to have specific magical effects, like improving your memory and speech.

The Ars Notoria isn’t nearly as exciting as the Ars Goetia. I only found two magical figures in it. It took me way too long to realize that the mystical figures that surround the second one are, in fact, the alphabet. I guess that’s what you get when your grimoire is in English? Well no, actually. That figure actually demonstrates a handy spell that uses a magnetized needle (that’s what the symbol in the middle is meant to represent) to communicate with a friend at a long distance, using a method similar to an ouija board or one of those pendulum boards that you can get. As the needle turns, it spells out the message that your friend wants to send to you. Kind of interesting that this book includes a whole magical operation for something that we can do with our phones in an instant, and with much greater accuracy.

I looked up who Bernard Zufall was. Zufall was known for his ability to memorize anything, and had the largest collection of books dedicated to mnemonics, which was then donated to Yale University. He was more of a stage magician than a ceremonial magician. I’m not sure how or why he acquired an Ars Notoria, but I’m grateful that he did, because that means I get to see it.