luxelen:

Couriers were dispatched throughout Kryta, and, in some cases, beyond, as they delivered parcels containing what appeared to be 13″ x 26″ flat envelopes with the Rurikton Roses wax sigil sealing whatever contents.

Upon delivery, each recipient would find the following letter, penned in familiar calligraphy to those acquainted with the socialite’s writing style.  Not to mention, the lavender-colored stationery gave the sender away anyway.

Dear Donor,

I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirits!  I’m delighted to present to you the Festival of Lyss countdown calendar, as promised at the festival to all who generously donated funds toward the Ossan district’s cleanup and rebuilding project.  It was an honor to cooperate and collaborate with the festival’s organizers  –the Consulate of Vabbian, Istani & Kournan Affairs– to make this project possible and give back to our donors.

On behalf of the Rurikton Roses, I’d like to express my gratitude once again. And I hope you will enjoy our humble calendar, filled with as much of Tyria’s beauty as we could mange within the limits of a year’s four seasons.  
May Lyssa bless you, and may the stars light your path,

~Lady Lux of House Larskpur
The Rurikton Roses

Enclosed within, of course, was the anticipated calendar, featuring some of Tyria’s outstanding landscapes along with some very lovely ladies:

TYRIAN CALENDAR – Countdown to next Festival of Lyss 1329-1330

(( @arpyurrising @manizeh ))

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spyderqueen:

inquisitorhotpants:

sinvraal:

fluidfyre:

kelitchka:

saarebitch:

giwatafiya:

revyspite:

buttcheekpalmkang:

I’m gonna make myself feel old, but reblog with your high school graduating class.

Class of 2007.

Class of 2013

Class of 2006.

Class of 2004

Class of 2002

Class of 2000

Are we talking high school here? Class of 1996.

Class of 1999. 😀

‘99 here as well.

1977.

spyderqueen:

the-faceless-old-woman:

freedemonhugs:

thebibliosphere:

truxi-twice:

mossghoul:

titangelion:

what the fuck is with men and how they write women taking showers honestly. like all of that back-arching mouth-half-open luxoriously-running-fingers-through-hair shit. straight dudes thinkin girls are like damn-near climax from just being naked, whats w/ that

from now on the only female shower scenes ill accept involve either; a).

sitting in a ball on the shower floor or b). standing completely still while staring into the abyss absentmindedly and scratching your ass. anything else gets a 0 and a “see me after class”

Men who do this refuse to conceptualise female nudity as anything other than a sexualised performance designed to titillate them. They feel so entitled to our private lives that they create this horrible, voyeuristic fantasy whereby everything we do (even when completely alone) is about being sexy for them. This in turn informs fantasies whereby they seek to violate our private lives through surveilling us, whereby they see our desire for privacy as nothing but a conscious, coquettish refusal to titillate them.

In writing us this way, they deny us our humanity by denying that we ever exist and think and feel externally to them.

Frankly, I want to see more showercaps. They’re about the least sexy thing you can wear, and a complete necessity for most folks with long/thick hair that can’t be washed every day

More showercaps, and the frankly death-defying gymnastics we do to try and reach the back of our legs with sharp razor blades as hot water rains down upon us and turns the soap which just fell off the shelf into a final death match round.

And please, the jolted “FUCK”’s when we drop shampoo bottles and soap bars and we only have 0.005 seconds to dodge them

And knocking things over with butts. And gargling and spitting with hot water.

Attempting to run fingers through wet hair and yelping in pain. Or trying desperately to shake off that clump of shed hair.

cracked:

Lady gladiators weren’t the result of some particularly progressive emperor who believed in gender equality in death sports, either. It was quite the opposite – women’s participation was the norm for 200 years, with evidence of various restrictions (no direct female relatives of a general or a senator could be recruited as gladiators, for instance) until Emperor Septimius Severus finally banned it, possibly because he had a cousin or something that got his ass chopped off by Lucretia the Crusher.

So, why haven’t you heard about this before now? Well, this serves as a nice example of how this kind of unintentional exclusion works: When archaeologists dug up a statue of a female gladiator, threateningly brandishing some kind of weapon in a victorious warrior pose, they originally described it as “a cleaning tool” – because cleaning is a thing that women do. And, if you’re going to clean something, you might as well do it with the power of Grayskull.

Then, back in 2000, archaeologists discovered the grave of a decorated gladiator, but were confused when they saw that the body inside was female – as if a woman had accidentally fallen in the grave by mistake.

5 Ancient Discoveries That Prove Modern Men Are Sexist