Sure grandpa, let’s get you to bed
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Pretty fucked up that queer people’s emotional development is usually like
0-12: childhood
12-22: t̷̬̳̫̜̬͙̯̝̤͌̇h̷̗̾̃̂̓̿̚̕̚ͅͅë̴̡̙̟͚͖͖̟́ ̶͙̲̱͍̝̔̔̾̾́d̴̛̫͚̳̫̈́̐̒̀̏̑̀͝ä̶̯͔͓͇̮̱̠͉́̓̋̌̈́̔̏ͅr̶̹̳̣̭̞̳̱͔͌ͅk̷̲̜͙̝̲̿̐̓ņ̷̢͔̺̤͕͕͓͋̐͆̈́̇́̆͜͠e̵͇͗̍͂̚ṣ̶̟̼̩́̍̉s̴̥̐̅ ̶̢̜͉͚͍̉̓͑̒̑͝o̵̧̠̙̐͗́̋͊̿̈́͛̉f̸̫͊̐̀̈́̕͝ͅ ̸̭̺͓̘̪́͝t̷̛̺͆̈́͘h̸͚̺̣͍̃̇̈́͑͋è̷̙͙͍͇͈͉͎̔̂̚ ̵͍̥̈́̆̆̐v̶͖̈̐̓͋̍̈́͘o̴̳͖͊͛̋i̸̙̾͂͆̈̓d̵̢̩͓̻͎̲͓̓͜
22-30: adolescence
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Described in the book as ‘overwhelmingly decorative’ the palace of Arles always made me think of Alhambra and those crazy complex rotating mosaic pillars of Orvieto Cathedral. An exercise in overpainting!
(my CaPri tag for more art)
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Prince's Gambit chapter 19: a summary
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"Only after having met you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy."
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you ever see a fictional man and think. i am sooooooooo normal about him. but youre lying bc no youre not
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Just the vibes of a villain thinking that he's seducing the hero but the hero is actually the bigger villain and he's pulling the other villain's strings are IMPECCABLE thank you, I'll be dining out on this for weeks to come.
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What is a rival? An equal. A reflection. An echo.
And when I face you on the battlefield, I will look for the only person who knows me.
This is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone // Carry On, Rainbow Rowell // Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir // Good Omens, 1x04 // This is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone // Kings Rising, C.S. Pacat // Fence: Disarmed, Sarah Rees Brennan // The Untamed, ep. 27 // Carry On, Rainbow Rowell // This is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
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Brody, my beloved
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???
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I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abbys. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.
In the bottom of the muck, I found my lucida.
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Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du + ambiguously aligned salutations.
Bonus:
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Fei Du: Yes, fuck the police.
This is what I understood about Mo Du:
Luo Wenzhou: Fuck the police!
Tao Ran: But we are the police!
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