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wolvesandfoxes25 · 9 months
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The greater the love
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the deeper the love
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the more excruciating the pain
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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Some alien sketches, hope I got him right!
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Alien in the flesh! (I'm pretty sure it's flesh at least). It's scary how accurate this is but so beautiful at the same time. Glow stick wakes you up at midnight t-posing at the end of your bed for homemade shamrock shakes and will not let you sleep until you both get one. They probably hate mint but suffer for the aesthetic. Love it, my crops have been watered. Thank you
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ode2rin · 1 year
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mom i'm scared come pick me up the sae lovers (derogatory) are ganging up on me
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casie-mod · 7 months
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So I watched Episodes 4 and 5 (several times over cause that's how I roll with this show) and I just have to say. . .
Stede saying "I'm here, I'm here" constantly to Ed while he's in his in between state. . . that being what helps Ed to come back.
Buttons saying Ed's "still half dead", still in an in between state after waking.
After time spent talking to each other and to others, time also spent away from each other . . . Stede and Ed coming back together under a moon that is half full. Ed saying Stede's words "you wear fine things well" back to him, then shyly wiggling his shoulders, making the bell he wears ring. It's hard for him to say so but he wants to try again, he's back and ready to do so. The bell is a way for him to say "I'm here, I'm here" without having to actually say the words. ......... .......................
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DJENKS and crew. . . . . How are you so good at thissss????? Fuck those (our) hearts up. FUCK THOSE HEARTS UPPPPP!!!!!
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wardenparker · 11 months
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Can’t wait for yours & @absurdthirst’s Javi royalty fic 😍
Ohhh, thank you lovely nonny!
Honestly we have so many good projects being worked on right now and I am so excited for all of them -- but Prince Javi is just an absolute dreamboat.
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vestaluna · 2 years
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allo-frouto · 10 months
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Ofc have a wonderful day 💕
You too!
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ravelqueen · 1 year
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I know that the soul eater manga took an absolute crap nosedive and that the anime had some really weird parts but I'm still so sad that "Weaponmeister AU" didn't become a fandom fusion staple of the "daemon/Pacific rim/HP" magnitude because it is!!! So!!! GOOD!!!??
The idea of a team of fighters (they don't even have to be shinigami tbf why wouldn't you want to write about shinigami??) where the ones involved are bonded on a soul level oh and also one of them TURNS INTO A FUCKING WEAPON YOU FIGHT WITH??? AND YOU CAN ONLY WIELD IT WELL WHEN YOU GET ALONG ETC??? AND APPARENTLY TURNING INTO A CERTAIN TYPE/CERTAIN STRENGTH OF WEAPON IS HEREDITARY AND CONNECTED WITH BIG EXPECTATIONS??
It's everything anyone could ever want- build in soul connections (both romantic and platonic), relationship drama given amazing extra stakes (when your silent pining might make your partner Die In A Fight: the story), fucked up dynasties/ family pressures and also your boy/girl blorbo potentially turning into like a machine gun or a morning star
IT'S JUST!! THE BEST!!??
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noworldconcerto · 2 years
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spooksier · 15 days
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young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can
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hjarta · 8 days
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leiandroid · 2 months
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"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.
as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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all-chickens-are-trans · 11 months
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god i'm so tired of everybody's bad faith interpretations of everything. where's the trust. where's the forgiveness. where's the understanding that most things are complex and most people have many layers. and like the black eyed peas once said. where is the love
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the-dragon-girl-27 · 2 months
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It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
you are greeted by...... her
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vestaluna · 2 years
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