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muffin-snakes-art · 5 months
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A lil comp of my most fav clips from Vernias' RtDL - The Animated Movie I helped work on!
I'm still so stunned and proud of the amount of work we put into this whole thing. AND the fact Vernias reached out to me for this before Deluxe was even announced was THE timing ever HAHA
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fiendishartist2 · 11 months
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jon becomes an english teacher in their somewhere else and is completely baffled by how much highschoolers hate english class
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(left): "mr. sims, can we pls watch you play chess.com?" (macbeth essays submitted: 5/27) [i'm too old for this shit"]
(right): "and they're like obsessed with chess? but only on the computer" "at least they're engaged?"
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notsopersonalcharlie · 3 months
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Ride Home
Snowboarder!Bucky x fem!skiier!reader
Note: I was watching my friend being taught to snowboard and thought of this. Gif is not mine
Warnings: none?
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Bucky plopped down into a snowbank unceremoniously and started to undo the strap attaching his back foot to his snowboard. Steve and Sam had gone off to run some black diamonds, but he never had quite felt confident on his other side after the incident that left him with a prosthetic arm. Not that he didn’t trust it, but he had swapped sides for everything, writing, punching, even shooting. He was snapped out of his own shame spiral by a man, wearing a set of rather expensive and new looking gear, swearing at the woman who appeared to be trying to teach him. 
“When you said skiing I didn’t think you meant full fucking mountain day. I thought we’d get some drinks, hang out. This is fucking rediculous and these skis and fucking trash.” 
“You said you knew how! I thought this was-“
“I said I had been before, I thought at least you’d fucking be nice about it. May-“
“Just go get a drink then!” You sounded exasperated and Bucky took a closer look, noting the well loved outfit and skis. Clearly they had been used and were being cared for as such. 
“Aren’t you at least going to come?” It sounded more like a command to Bucky than a suggestion. 
“No, I’m going to ski, which is what I paid for a pass to do. I’ll come meet you later.” 
“Yeah well… don’t drink. You’re going to have to drive us back to the city.” The man stumbled away and you sighed, rubbing your forehead before kicking into your own skis and heading for the lift. Bucky cursed to himself after you had started moving and pushed his way up right behind you in the singles line. There weren’t a whole load of people waiting for the lift, it was getting towards lunch time, and he managed to get up beside just you on the lift. 
You glanced over at the snowboarder who decided he had to get on that chair with you, despite the mostly empty line behind you. He had all black gear with a crisp white jacket that had clearly been mended and bleached a few places. He rode goofy and his board knocked up against the edge of your skis when the chair rejoined the cable. 
“I heard that guy being an asshole back there. Sorry you had to deal with the shitty part of the male species.” The somberness with which he said it made you laugh a little. 
“Thanks he was, uh, a set up kinda. I’m new to town, and my parents decided the best way for me to make friends was to go out with one of their college friends’ sons. This is technically our third date and… wow I am spilling info on a stranger. Sorry.”
“No no, he sounds like he sucks. I heard you say he said he knew how.” 
“Yeah! He did! And I even asked before we came out here. Clearly he bought that whole… whole getup to impress me. It was so stupid.” You were waving your hands emphatically and Bucky couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, all I will say is that guys like that don’t actually know how to do anything.” Silence lapsed as you started getting closer to the end of the lift. 
“Uh, how would you want to ride with me and my friends today? Or ski I guess. I’m getting my footing back after an accident, but they’re pretty good and I’m sure they would love to have more friends.” You shrugged, hoping the cold air disguised the blush on your cheeks. Bucky had pulled up his goggles and pushed down his mask on the ride under the pretense of speaking more clearly, but you could tell he was handsome and right now was not the time to blow it. 
“I’d love to ride with you for a while. It’s my first time out this season and I could use an easy day.” He smiled and you both made your way off the lift. Your first run down you could tell that he was good, but kept holding back when he turned to his toe side. It was strange to watch since he seemed to favor it otherwise when he moved before. You told him as much at the end of the run. 
“Yeah, I…” Your conversation was halted as you got back on the lift. 
“I, uh, lost my arm kind of recently and I have a fantastic prosthetic, but still just… cautious.” You couldn’t help but let the shock show on your face. His motions seemed entirely unbothered aside from his anxiety about falling. 
“You look like you’re doing great. I don’t know you all that well but based on that run I feel like you shouldn’t be doing the easiest trail on the hill.” He laughed and you began an amazing afternoon riding, and convincing him to go up to some blue slopes where you spotted some of his friends, who waved but quickly surpassed the slow loping runs you were taking.
“Fuck, I do not want to ruin this amazing day with a car ride home with Dan.” 
“Dan?” Bucky asked. It was getting late in the day and his legs were sore, but he was having too good of a time. During a short break at one of the stops on the mountain he’d finally gotten a look at your face aside from your nose and the strands that were collecting snow beside your goggles. He hadn’t been able to stop picturing your face at every other event in his life since then. 
“The guy I was with this morning. The asshole.” He’d basically forgotten about the existence of the other man after spending the day with you. 
“Well, if you’re not totally opposed to riding a few more hours with a no longer stranger, I would be okay driving you back.” He watched your gears turning, deciding. 
“It would kinda be a massive fuck you to him if he had to sober up and drive home down this mountain alone.” 
“Oh shit, do you think he woul-“
“No, I have the keys. He doesn’t seem bright enough to check the car for keys himself though. You sure you don’t mind?” Mind? Bucky thought to himself, he wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. 
“Not at all.” You finished the next run, a harder one which Bucky took flawlessly, and dropped the keys off at a nice looking car, grabbing your bag, before you followed Bucky back to a slightly beat looking older SUV. 
“I told Steve and Sam I would drop them down at Sam’s car. They’ll be here in a few minutes. What’s your address?” You dictated it to him, omitting the exact number or unit so you weren’t completely risking yourself. To be totally fair he didn’t have your full name or know all that much about you, yet. 
“And maybe my phone number…in case I forget something? Or in case you want a riding buddy again?” A sweet smile crossed Bucky’s face, blue eyes shining. 
“Sure.” You exchanged numbers and by the time you’d taken a goofy picture of him as a contact photo, his friends arrived. They didn’t comment on your position in the passenger seat. 
“So, where do you live?” You told them where about in the city and Sam opened his mouth to commend, but received an icy blue look from Bucky. You couldn’t help but wonder what else that icy blue stare could be for, but tucked the thought away for another time by yourself. 
“That’s mine. Thanks Buck, have a good drive…” Steve cuffed him on the shoulder on the way out.
“What was that about?” 
“Nothing.” You ended up talking for nearly the entire ride, and it was easy conversation. He told you about the snowboarding accident that had resulted in his lost arm, his job, his dog, Alpine. You told him about your roommate, your hometown, and how excited you were to have a fresh start after the absolute shitshow of your old job and friends.
“Where do you live?” The question was entirely for your own benefit, so you could find out how realistic ‘accidentally’ running into him at a store could be.
“I uh…” Bucky’s cheeks turned red when he told you. 
“WHAT? Bucky, that’s like an hour and a half the other way! Are you insane?” You were near your place already, and there was no use arguing with him that you getting out now to try to get another ride made no sense. 
“I just wanted to spend some more time with you. It was such a great day.” You smiled, blushing as you gave him the final directions to your building. 
“It really was a great day.” He stopped in front of your place, idling as you sat in a few more moments of silence. 
“Maybe we could have another great day? Skiing or maybe dinner?” You felt a little forward asking. 
“Well given there’s no natural way for me to accidentally run into you at the corner store, I guess that sounds like a great plan.”
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manic-vagabond · 2 months
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Fahrenheit 451 Fanart SJRBEJJSNWKENRH
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aethernoise · 1 year
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Our spirits starward carried, joyous and bright
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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communistchilchuck · 18 days
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List of Palestinian Evacuation And Support Fundraisers
Last Update: 05/21/2024
All fundraisers have been looked into by me or vetted by others. If anyone notices issues in validity with any of the fundraisers listed please let me know. Funding updates daily!
Fadi Al-Sharif and family ($23,644/$62,500 goal)
Hayam Taha and family (€16,073/€30,000 goal)
Deyaa and family (€17,207/€30,000 goal)
Deyaa reached the initial evacuation fee for his family and they have extended the goal to pay to support themselves after they evacuate.
Fatima Alshanti (kr20,787 SEK/kr150,000 goal)
Shahed Ghazi and family ($20,534 CAD/$94,838 goal)
Little Yusuf and family (€22,985/€85,000 goal)
Sara & Huda Hajjaj and family ($9,141/$25,000 goal)
Mohammed JH Shamia's family (kr48,613 SEK/kr250,000 goal)
Maram Ahmed and family (€8,627/€30,000 goal)
Hamza Almofty and family ($6,821/$35,000 goal)
Mahmoud Jomaa (€2,664/€10,000 goal)
Dr. Mohammed Shaga ($2,551/$20,000 goal)
Abdulrahman Alshanti and family (kr147,259 SEK/kr350,000 goal)
Besan Almabhouh's family (€8,254/€25,000 goal)
Said Tanani and brothers (€33,565/€50,000 goal)
Donia Tanani and family (€74,382/€100,000 goal)
Hussein Shamiya, his pregnant wife, and son ($18,661/$40,000 goal)
Mohammed Shamia and family ($27,603/$35,000 goal)
Amro Bakr & kids Bakir and Tala (€15,119/€28,000 goal)
Almadhoun family ($23,970/$80,000 goal)
Child Mohammed and family (€20,239/€30,000 goal)
Sana'a and family (£26,757/£70,000 goal)
Noha Ayyad and family ($32,561/$95,160 goal)
Maryam Ayyad and family ($865/$15,000 goal!!!) - Maryam is related to Noha listed above, who is managing her fundraiser.
Hamza Sameer and family ($6,403/$55,000 goal)
Hamza is related to Noha, he is her uncle’s son.
Nazmi Mwafi and family ($6,696/65,000 goal)
Ibrahim Almofty and family ($7,677/$40,000 goal)
Hamdi Hejazi and family ($25,256/$25,000 goal) GOAL COMPLETE!!!
Mohammed Ali and family ($10,225/$25,000 goal)
Heba and family (€60,359/€80,000 goal)
Mohammed Abuhasanein and family (kr10,737 SEK/kr 350,000 goal)
Rawan and Yemna (kr47,786 SEK/kr319,315 goal)
Laila Auda (€7,229/€35,000 goal)
Ola Madi (€2,634/€40,000 goal)
Tawfik Satoom and family ($6,277/$45,000 goal)
Laila Abd El Bari, her husband, and unborn baby Sham (€6,671/€25,000 goal)
Abdullah Mohammed and family ($7,317/$47,000 goal)
Ruba Abushaban and family (€11,535/€50,000 goal)
Hala, her husband, and their daughter ($6,830 CAD/$50,000 goal)
Hoda and Abdul Rahman ($2,614/$18,000 goal)
Al Maghari family (£4,764/£74,000 goal)
Arwa Abudawaba and family (kr239,599 NOK/kr500,000 goal)
Hani Alhajjar’s family (€13,095/€50,000 goal)
Ouda family ($18,882 CAD/$50,000 goal)
Rawan Ahmed and family ($14,120/$40,000 goal)
Dr. Wael Eldahdouh's family (€5,341/€110,000 goal)
Abdullah Lulu and family ($5,315/$6,000 goal)
Lara, Abdalla, and family (€11,038/€50,000 goal)
Firas Salem and family (€16,053/€65,000 goal)
Amal Abu Shammala's family (€45,232/€47,000 goal)
Dr. Mohammed Alshaer and family (€5,370/€18,000 goal)
Roqaya Al-Hayek and Mohammad Jamal Al-Hayek (€14,769/€25,000 goal)
Haya and family (€6,004/€60,000 goal)
Mohammed Dahdooh and family (£45,750/£65,000 goal)
INITIAL GOAL COMPLETE!!! Mohammed is now raising money for his family to support themselves once they evacuate.
Ahmad Iyd and family (£5,380/£150,000 goal)
Renad and family (£1,372/£25,000 goal)
Mohammed Aljbour and family (€4,373/€25,000 goal)
Sarah's mother (€5,721/€15,000 goal)
Sarah reached her initial goal to evacuate her mother and has raised the goal to provide support for she and her family once they are in Egypt.
Dr. Hasan Adwan and family (€4,996/€98,000 goal)
Marah Atallah and family ($700/$27,000 goal!!!)
Dr. Nasrallah Almassri ($8,778/$30,000 goal)
Afnan Hasaballah (€4,830/€20,000 goal)
Linda Khwaiter and family ($385 CAD/$80,000 goal!!!)
Muhammad Al-Thalateeni and family (€6,676/€20,000 goal)
Al-Zaeem family ($3,580/$50,000 goal)
Mahmoud Al Tibi and family (€8,763/€60,000 goal)
Almoghrabi family (€1,870/€25,000 goal)
Mohammad's family (€8,462/€30,000 goal)
Aziz and his mother ($2,983/$50,000 goal)
Mohammed, his wife, and their newborn son ($936/$50,000 goal!!!)
Tala, her aunt, and their family (€18,199/€50,000 goal)
Ala Osama ($120/$50,000 goal!!!)
Aesha Balaha and family ($1,116/$10,000 goal)
Farah and family (€1,931/€35,000 goal)
Zinh Dahdooh ($4,435/$40,000 goal)
Rana and family (€7,294/€30,000 goal)
Al-Alami family ($2,343 CAD/$100,000 goal)
Khaled and family ($63/$15,000!!!)
Tamer Alnoaizy and family (€3,472/€20,000 goal)
Ahmed Dawoud and family ($2,275/$87,000 goal)
Omar and family (€3,136/€20,000 goal)
Haytham and family ($757 CAD/$70,000 goal!!!)
Hamdi and family ($261 CAD/$62,000 goal!!!)
Mahmoud & Rawan (€944/€15,000 goal!!!)
Hashem, Samar, and baby Omar (€335/€45,000 goal!!!)
Aseel Maher and family (€1,805/€30,000 goal)
Mayada Jihad and family (€2,120/€30,000 goal)
Amal, her children, and her unborn baby ($1,210/$15,000 goal!!!) URGENT! 15 DAYS TO COMPLETE!!!
Margaret, Sara, and Maxine's friend and her family (£37,578/£50,000 goal)
Tahani Shorbajee and family ($2,737/$50,000 goal)
Baby Youssef and family (€4,430/€50,000 goal)
Iman Eyad and family (£261/£60,000 goal!!!)
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keirahknightley · 1 month
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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
🎬 Peter Jackson
+ IMDb trivia
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cozylittleartblog · 3 months
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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suiheisen · 10 months
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gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas
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contrappostoes · 3 days
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one of my favorite facts about gekko hayashi (artist who drew gay erotica) is that he was straight guy who pivoted from sci-fi & monster stuff to illustrating for gay & bdsm mags at like 50 years old because he wanted to expand his artistic horizons, and compensated by lack of lived experience by setting up a phone line for gay men to call in & recount their stories so he could illustrate them...legend
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inkskinned · 10 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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maxthesillyy · 1 year
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ocxmaul · 10 months
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my text post collection vol. 1
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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the-phantom-peach · 10 months
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🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??
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