Bigger Better Banquette. Filling every inch of spare wall, this U-shape banquette maximizes both seating and table space. Dining chairs placed along the empty side of the table help add to the seat count. Everyone is sure to love a morning meal in this light-filled breakfast nook.
I’m guessing that boobs didn’t work like that in Ancient Egypt
Maybe they gave helium breast enlargements
Eh, I’d give the ancient Egyptians a break. They had engineering and astronomy down pat, but bless their souls if they didn’t understand perspective, let alone anatomy.
FINALLY, A CHANCE TO USE MY ART HISTORY CLASSES *EYES SPARKLE*
Egyptians actually knew anatomy very well, their style came about because they wanted to represent the human form in the most straightforward way visually possible. They wanted to show each part of human anatomy in a way that it could be visually understood immediately. For example, they always draw faces to the side because then you can see and understand that the nose sticks out— something you cannot really ‘get’ when the face is drawn from the front without a lot of shading. This is why the shoulders are from the front, but legs and, in this case, breasts, are to the side.
The reason they did that, by the way, was because they believed that otherwise the spirit of the person depicted would be left without that body part, or not remember that they had that body part. Pretty unfortunate when the afterlife was supposed to be like an entirely new life.
What’s really interesting is that this rigid representation was only used for people who mattered. If you look at how they drew slaves, you will see much more fluidity of the form, and they look much more natural.
The art minor in me had to make sure you guys saw this, cause look, art history!
this why i love tumblr. I took art history classes and all they talked about was white people
AND, as an additional point, the boobs portrayed above are technically NOT Egyptian, they are Greek. The ballistic missile boob did not appear in Egyptian art until the later dynasties. ‘Classic’ portrayals of boobs are far more subtle and elegant - for reference, please examine any tomb or temple art created prior to the 20th dynasty. Much more subtle, and much sexier.
Also very interesting! Thanks for letting us know!
-high pitch screaming-
probably my favorite part of elephants is the fact that you’re literally seeing one of few species that not only is probably on par with human sentience/intelligence, but also ages, matures and has proven itself to have a fairly similar growing up process as humans.
So like, we see this largeish gamboling elephant baby, but you’re basically looking at a giant toddler.
the babies!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!
A little known fact is that every single baby elephant is a Queen Of Sass. Even the boys.
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
leopard seals weigh over a thousand pounds and have a reputation for being one of the most vicious predators in the sea. a leopard seal even killed a marine biologist in 2003. but photographer paul nicklen was befriended by a leopard seal who was patrolling a penguin rookery near anvers island, antarctica.
over the course of a five day photographic study, this female leopard seal would bring him about thirty penguins as gifts to eat. at first nicklen was confused. and very scared. “it takes a leap of faith when you get in the water with an animal like that, you’re completely vulnerable,” nicklen said.
but this seal began to bring him live penguins, which would swim away when he failed to grab them, and which she would swim after and return to him. realizing nicklen didn’t know what to do with the penguins, she started to bring him dead ones she had drowned. when he still didn’t know what to do, she showed him how to eat them (this involved ripping the head off the penguin and using the body like a cup to slurp down the entrails)
“it was a very deliberate effort at interspecies communication, whether it was because she was nurturing me, trying to communicate, or bored and lonely and wanted to hang out,” nicklen said. she even protected him from other approaching leopard seals, stealing their penguins and bringing them to him.
he considers the encounter the most rewarding experience of his twenty year career in photography. “when you spend a month trying to get a picture of a polar bear, then all of a sudden you have a top predator in antarctica force feeding you penguins all day, it doesn’t get much better than that.”
still one of the best things ive ever seen.
slaughter melon reporting for duty.
BROCONUTm a n g ERI NE
too good to not reblog
How can I not reblog slaughtermelon?
isn’t bombegranite cucumber an actor
I knew that was coming
I’m personally a fan of Rawberry