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Everything I do is an absurd caricature of the real thing. Reality. The models of things that I construct in my head prove to be false by personal experience. Am I here, really? This is not what I thought it would be. It never is, a caricature. The people, the feelings, the IDEA of the feelings and the people are disproved when I take a step outside. My lofty ideas shattered, but I still remain hopeful. Stubbornly, I’ll take a bold step outside yet again, a steadfast bulwark immovable against the tide of my own absurdities; ‘reality’ assaulting me with its vile scent, presence, but most of all how blatantly unspectacular and bland it is, ridiculing the muse singing to my heart and whispering in my ear by their mocking plainness.
Hell YEAH. Notice no boob cups in the armor. That’s the real fucking deal. (The divot in the cleavage of boob armor is a weak spot and a good hit to it would smash the center of the ribcage.)
Forever reblog women in proper armour.
YES THIS
Hence forever grateful to a lot of the armor in DA
Except that weird leather armor with bare cleavage.
Like why.
this is who merida grows up to be
This is the perfect example of female armour - and yes, in fact, there’s not much difference to male armour at all.
While the armour in here is likely for sports only its design is still far closer to what medieval women would have worn. Not… metal bikinis.
That and one must remember that there is underarmour to be considered. the padding worn underneath armour - there won’t be much curves of the woman’s body left to be seen once she puts on her gear.
Beautiful!
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The Christ Child and the Infant John the Baptist with a Lamb
Oh… Oh god. They’re fucking that lamb, aren’t they? THAT’S GROSS, JESUS.
Maerten van Heemkerck
Goddamn, you could grate cheese on those abs.
