Crownprinceknut - Knut

painted some of this with my fingers.

for authenticity?

no. I didn't want to wash my brushes

I kill you

Knightly lifestyle ideas. Part 2

• Perform your daily duties with immaculate discipline, be it personal hygiene or work obligations

• Research historical attire of nobility in your country and incorporate it's elements in your wardrobe

• Bandaging your bloody knuckles after a fight

• Treat your beloved like royalty; shower him in gestures of affection both grand and small

• Partake in ballroom dancing such as waltz, tango or foxtrot

• Thy mind is thy weapon. Keep it sharp by reading difficult books, learning foreign languages and taking online courses

• Pursue raw strength over aesthetics when working out

• Know your roots — learn about the history of your family and where you come from

• Give alms to the poor and the homeless whenever you're able

• Your car is your noble steed, — do not chase after the latest model, but treat the one you have with utmost care

• Master social etiquette, true knight knows the art of conversation is no less important than the art of combat

• Kissing his hand as a way of saying hello

• Be a defender & protector of your community: oppose the bigoted and educate the ignorant

• Sturdy military boots that will last you many years

• Commission a family portrait from your local artist as a way to honour your lineage

• Wearing your beloved's keepsake when he is far away

• Know the basics of survival in the wilderness, — how to read a map, how to start a fire, which plants are toxic etc.

• Go on a pilgrimage to historical sights of your hometown and feel one with the generations that had lived before you

• Master your ego. It is unbefitting of a knight to lose his temper over the smallest things

• Learn and practice first aid skills regularly, it might save someone's life

• Stay involved in your local government's policies. Exercise your rights as a citizen when needed

• Have the courage to ask for help when the challenges you face seem insurmountable

• True modern-day nobility lies in always striving to be better — better father, better husband, better friend, and most of all, a better man

Part 1 here

i wonder if jesus searched for judas when he came back to life. i wonder if jesus cried when he found out judas was gone. i wonder how bitter he felt that the man he loved was so racked with guilt for what he’d done he couldn’t live with himself.

even though it had always been god’s plan for judas to commit the betrayal.

The gender euphoria of having just a bit of rough stubble on your chin. Short and blunt - a clean look overall, but with a subtle touch of disheveled masculinity poking through. That's what it's all about. :-]

Collect shitty knives and used lighters. Carry one of each in your pocket, they’ll come in handy. Straight up who’s gonna stop you now? Pick up a balisong and learn some tricks, it’ll be so sick when you can show them to someone you really like later. Same with zippos, play around and see if you can flick it in a unique way, and make it muscle memory. Throw your keys and some useful shit on a carabiner and put it on your belt. Wallet chains too, you can’t deny how sick they are. Fuck, hop on a skateboard, the impact of the ground becomes cathartic when you remember what it’s all for. Listen to lots of music and develop lots of opinions on it, before you know it you’ll have a back catalogue of shit to talk to people about, and then you’ll suddenly be someone who has sick recommendations. You can also just be a bit of a hooligan, climb shit, jump on it, have so much visible, mischievous fun that it’s contagious. Wear really shitty smudgy makeup and OWN it, it’s so hot. Shoulder check your pals and smile at them cheekily, make special handshakes with them, doesn’t matter if you have “your boys”, play with whoever is near, don’t wait til it’s perfect and the time is right

You can just start doing stuff whenever you want

If T makes you gain weight and E and antidepressants do it too, and do does enjoying good food and not being hungry all the time, then perhaps maybe sometimes joy & weight gain come hand in hand and that's good

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” - Luke 23:34

sooo… jesus art got me to 10k on twitter😳, here is some more art, i can’t draw wolves, or clothes, or anything really

colour theory this, flattering silhouettes that.

babes I cannot overstate the importance of wearing things just because you enjoy them.

NOTHING is flattering if youre uncomfortable while wearing it - not a goddamn thing.

orienting your sense of style around what makes you visually palatable to others: 1) outsources some of your self-worth so it's beyond your control, and 2) sets you up for a Sisyphean journey of never being enough which feed the consumerist machine.

Don't try to look good. Try to look and feel yourself.

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.