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#Clinging to the Glass
bixels · 7 days
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Scary Sunset.
I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.
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dimension-246 · 9 months
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Hark to the alien from the planet of the sun! For it has come from another star bearing new life it had created solely to save our world.
‘I am a teacher of children sent here in steed of any marksman in a mission of science, here to gift all knowledge from my world. All that I ask in return is that you heal the surrounding stars the same as I have tired to save mine.’
‘Amaze!’ says a scribe, without any forethought, ‘You have bones on your inside.’
‘I do,’ says the alien, elated for being welcomed with curiosity instead of fear. ‘They are made of element 20, you may have them to study once I die.’
I started a drawing based on the Voyager 2 disk right after my first PHM stained glass art but it didn’t work out. Here’s a redraw I’m a lot happier with.
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knockeddeadv5 · 5 months
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Gabrielle Caunesil
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knockeddeadv6 · 1 year
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amanda pizziconi
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jeonwonwoo · 2 months
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the look on campus today 👓
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lenievi · 2 years
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saddest hug ever :(
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northernember · 1 year
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red queen taking place after the 6th mass extinction event has me so unhinged and feral like,,,
its about the underlying theme of being undone down to your base essentials and than remade entire by circumstances out of your control. its about stumbling out the other end, having miraculously survived the horrors done to you but being unable to recognize the person looking back.
its about how humanities hubris will always guide us down the same paths and corridors. how our base components and nature will always ripple across time even as the knowledge of those that came before us is lost.
and what of the great blood divide? how many times were those that bridged the gap unraveled and sewn back together by the massive amounts of radiation they were subjected to until they emerged with silver blood and abilities? How many succumbed to radiation sickness? How long did it take?
How long did humanity claw themselves across the ground of their forefathers failings before they learned how to walk again and how long until they repeat it?
i need to know of the calamities, i need to know what domino fell first. what happened afterwards, How the blood divide happened. Was the Silver’s creation violent and cruel? to mirror the natural, 1500 year evolution of the New bloods? were they made from those in poverty left to die to the radiation, to circumstances they had no control over but managed to somehow survive in spite of it? to mirror the Silvers treatment of Reds now?
was Cal’s arc the radiation? was it the explosion that shattered the windows and cracked the pavement? was it about the unmaking of everything youve ever known to pave a path for it to be remade for those who come after? was it feeling yourself come undone, feeling your dna unraveled, your cells torn apart and Surviving but seeing someone else staring back at you in the mirror? that the blood and ash is still on your hands but the person who stares back is not who you were before. he is scarred and scared but Better, kinder with gentle hands that will hold the world aloft, to help pave a way for those who can fix it, To fix it because he has Learned where his ideals and duty would have lead through his own unmaking.
was Maven’s arc the ruined cities? a place once full of joy and sorrow, of music fluttering through the windows, the smell of paint that clings to some people, the gentle noise of people typing as they write novels and essays and chat with their friends, of people walking and talking, of everything humanity was and now it is nothing more than a hollow city full of the echo of ghosts. A place left to decay and crumble beneath the tragedy brought by those that promised to protect it. A place that is seen as unsalvageable but only needs time to heal. Plants and vines climb up through the cracks, leaving a promise and echo that it Can heal. That it could have healed.
and was Mare’s arc the aftermath? was it the stubbornness and determination to stand on to shaky legs, to look out upon a world ripped apart and left in ruin and choosing to fix it, for yourself and for all those who will come after you? was it about pulling together a community left to die, to rebuild all that was lost, to heal the world and yourselves with gentle seeking hands and promising to do better? you came out bearing scars and cracks, searing memories of the terrible things done to you and choosing to take a trembling step forward even as the earths crust shakes beneath your will. You have had terrible things done to you time and time again but still you loved and still you chose to stand up on your own or reach for outstretched hands. You are scarred and you see yourself as unfixable but your community and family do not and they will give you the things you need and the time to patch yourself up until your tremors stop and your waters settle, until the sun is blanketed by your ozone and made gentle and kind again, until your raging storms become kind bouts of rain. They will wait for you to be okay again, and they know you will never be the same and they will love you through everything. They will stand with and beside you until the end of time. are you the aftermath of humanity or are you the earth’s embodiment?
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isan0rt · 5 months
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Oh boy look at the time. -checks a reoccurring calendar notification that says 'cry in the club about Xehanort and his abandonment complex'-
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daisychainsandbowties · 7 months
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How are you holding up with the new intro drop?
i am literally not holding up. at all
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Birdie and Whiskey are two sides of the same coin: a white woman trying to exploit patriarchy to work in her benefit.
You're not supposed to like Whiskey because she is shown as self-aware of her actions AND the harm that she in engaging in by endorsing patriarchy BUT Birdie is shown as more "sympathetic" because the way she endorses patriarchy is through her interpersonal relationship to Miles and therefore her agency gets diminished because of her love for Miles.
However, Birdie is even more insidious of a character than Whiskey is because she justifies her actions to herself as being well-intentioned because she loves Miles. But she doesn't love Miles. She loved controlling Miles, she loved the power she felt when Miles told her "I can't believe I'm talking to you, you're on magazines." If I was in that situation, it would come off very strong to me but Birdie likes it because she interprets it as having power over Miles.
Miles is not as attractive as Birdie, but he has money. When she was young, she saw it as her beauty having power over him. But because she's used to her beauty doing all the work for her, she's never had to be intelligent. She's fed and believed this lie that beauty is the most important thing a woman has and her stupidity is her ultimate downfall because if she thought about what it meant to be beautiful in this society, she'd know she was dooming herself to fail because a woman is only beauty until her 30th birthday in America.
But here's the thing, Whiskey is young. She represents a different version of Birdie, a smarter version of Birdie who is more aware of feminist theory but is still blinded by her youth, race, and beauty. She's bought into the lie that beauty is all that matters but she doesn't like how that causes men like Duke to abuse her and basically sex traffick her. She's waking up to the harm that the "mandom" perpetuates and is shown to be conflicted over that versus pursuing a career in politics.
She knows that beauty can be used as a weapon but she is also aware of how rapidly she is aging out of that category and I think the difference between Birdie and Whiskey is really their intelligence. I love it.
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zappedbyzabka · 10 months
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🤓🤓🤓🤓
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glassolastainedglass · 7 months
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New window cling! Get a print of my stained glass panel, An Ineffable Duo, (based on the Good Omens characters Aziraphale and Crowley) on vinyl static cling to stick in your own window. Each cling measures 5x7". Simply peel and stick to any glass surface to get your own miniature stained glass look. No residue is left behind if you ever need to remove it.
Here's how it looks in the window:
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And from now until Nov 30, get 15% off any window cling in my shop! (Discount is applied at the checkout.) They make great small holiday gifts for fans.
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caspiansarts · 1 month
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A little something I did for myself for Trans Day of Visibility. Just a reminder that you are loved and valid no matter who you are 💞🏳️‍⚧️
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pnuk-r0ck · 3 months
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Everything making me upset rn tbh
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loveregrown · 3 months
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I think about my middle school crush sometimes. Gabriella Jazmin... I truly adored her. Did she know, how much I loved her? Does she miss me? I never had a chance; it was doomed from the start. But goodness did my guts churn, back then. She probably didn't even know what she did to me—maybe she did.
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trollbreak · 6 months
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Junie and fishys old friends do u kno
#< got emotional over the fact they saved for ages to watch the sun rise one time with a lil portable sun shield that wasn’t made to be#durable it was just made to get the job done and they couldn’t repeat it but um#the homoeroticism of sitting under an oversized umbrella with someone who sees the world with as much love as yourself. and watching the#world around you go to sleep. wake up. it’s just the two of you in the contained heat and the near silence. you watch the stars fade out of#view. you watch the sun rise- even through the heavy tint it’s painful to look at for more than a moment. so the two of you take to watchin#the sky around it. it’s so hot as the sun rises but the two of you cling to each other. it’s visceral just how aware you are of your own#vast smallness. it’s terrifying. it’s inspiring. some part of you wants to brand the moment into your brain in spite of the way it makes#your eyes ache in your skull.#fishys needs glasses after that. junie closed her eyes. they held each other until it was unbearable and then it was exhausted giggles as#they used the shield for its intended purpose- to get to whoever’s home is nearest.#it’s warped from the heat- it was rather cheap after all- but you keep it. it stays in its designated spot even as the two of you find#yourselves galaxies apart.#fishys still tries to paint the sunrise from memory sometimes. among the depictions of alien skies and constellations and simply a view fro#the void looking out into the universe#Jundes norcel#fishys#fishys astral
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