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sometimes you just gotta sit in your room and watch ghibli movies as you feel your heart overflowing with love for the little but overwhelmingly beautiful things this life can give us

Fun Facts Masterlist #1

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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

Guys.

Y’all.

I…

I just. I just… i have discovered something. And I have laughed too much. I have laughed every time I have tried to explain it to someone. I cannot get through this.

Look. Okay.

There are two things you need to know, here.

First: There’s a style of Greek pottery that was popular during the Hellenic period, for which most of the surviving examples are from southern Italy. We call them ‘fish plates’ because, well, they’re plates, and they’re decorated with fish (and other marine life).

Like this one, currently in the Met:

Or this one, currently in the Cleveland Museum of Art:

They’re very cool. We’re not 100% sure what they were for, because most of the surviving ones were found as grave goods, but that’s a different post.

The second thing you need to know is that when we (Classics/archaeology/whatever as a discipline) have a collection of artefacts, like vases, sculptures, paintings, etc. and we do not know the name of the artist, but we’re pretty sure one artist made X, Y and Z artefacts, we come up with a name for that artist. There are a whole bunch of things that could be the source for the name, e.g. where we found most of their work (The Dipylon Master) or the potter with whom they worked (the Amasis Painter), a favourite theme (The Athena Painter), the Museum that ended up with the most famous thing they did (The Berlin Painter) or a notable aspect of their style. Like, say, The Eyebrow Painter.

Guess what kind of pottery the Eyebrow Painter made?

a little bunny looking at the stars in case you're having a bad day.

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Peanuts, November 13, 1964

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

silly girl—cedric diggory.

summary: based on ‘silly girl’ by chloe moriondo.

word count: i’ll add later. but it’s short.

fanfic no. 049.

flowers bloomed where he walked

angels sang when he talked.

you laid your head down on your pillow as thoughts of cedric diggory saturated each thought in your head, until even in unconsciousness you would be thinking of him. and he would brighten your dreams with a radiant haze, a golden hue, that left you with a faint smile upon your lips as you slept and dreamt.

in your own world, the one where you were happiest and the least alone, cedric was nothing short of perfect, nothing short of wonderful. in this world, the one that didn’t exist, you truly believed there was a chance he could like you back even a fraction of the amount you adored him. you could believe anything in this world and it would come true.

only would you snap back to reality when the smile you cast him across the room went unreciprocated, because he didn’t notice you. if he knew your name, that was as close to being friends as you were and might ever be. but you were so often thinking about him, it felt like you knew him. it was a harsh reality you were faced with when he reminded you day after day you didn’t know him at all.

but in your little world, you knew him.

but that wasn’t really him.

and today, as you sat captivated by the boy who seemed to be surrounded by a golden aura, you sighed heavily, wondering how you could have ever thought someone like him would fall for someone like you. someone who dulled in comparison, someone who was only tepid alongside someone so vivacious.

as class was dismissed, you packed your things slowly, absentmindedly as you caressed your sorrows gently, in the hopes they wouldn’t be too unforgiving, unbeknownst to the group of boys teasing cedric for turning pink. turning to leave, you dragged your heels against the stone floor, intently listening to the odd sound of friction from your own feet that you hardly noticed that of anyone else’s. not even the footsteps running up from behind you.

or your name being called repeatedly.

“y/n!” a voice called, followed by a hand on your shoulder. “blimey, you’re a fast one,” cedric chuckled.

bewilderment was slow to wear off, leading cedric to speak again when faced with your silence.

“are you alright?”

“yeah! are you?” you forced out, wondering if something was wrong or if you’d left something in class.

“yeah. can i carry your books?” he asked, a smile gracing his features.

“why?” you asked curiously.

he scoffed awkwardly. “well i don’t have to,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no!” you said quickly, shoving your books into his stomach and then turning to walk down the hall again.

cedric snickered a little, but caught up again with your books in his hands, just walking alongside you in silence as he thought about the best way to broach the subject after that encounter.

“do you need the answers for the homework or something?” you asked. “i haven’t finished yet but-”

“no, i don’t,” he interrupted you, but calmed your nerves with a charming smile. “actually i wanted to ask if you had any plans this weekend?”

stopping in front of your next classroom, to which you were five minutes early, you shook your head. cedric stopped too, recognising the charms classroom and asking if this was your next lesson.

“yes,” you replied, and he handed you your books back carefully, fingertips brushing against yours.

“not a bad end to the day,” he commented. “anyway, would you want to go to hogsmeade with me, then?”

“me?!”

“well, yeah. i’m asking you, aren’t i?”

it’s as if you were in your own little world again, a dreamlike state, which forced you to snap the hair tie on your wrist against your skin, wondering if it would startle you awake. but you stayed right where you were, and cedric looked more nervous by the second, the more you inflicted silence upon him.

“are you sure?”

“quite,” he laughed.

before you answered, you looked around the deserted corridors for someone peeking behind a corner and listened carefully to the quietness for the sound of chuckling in the distance. but there was nothing but cedric waiting patiently for your response, rocking between the toes and heels of his feet, hands in his pockets with his shoulders tensed.

“i’d love to,” you said quietly.

“great!” beamed cedric, running a hand through his hair, releasing a breathy laugh.

as students began to filter into the corridor, walking to and from their lessons, cedric kissed you on the cheek before strutting down the hall, leaving you in awe.

“see you saturday, 12pm!” he shouted as he turned around.

but today, thursday at 2:03pm in the afternoon, was the day your own little world and the world you were forced to live in everyday, shifted into each other’s orbit and began to merge together. the day you realised cedric diggory thought of you too.

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abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao

Pangaea, an ancient supercontinent.

Illustration by Richard Morden