Heck yeah! Kick his butt Gustavo!
Let’s recap! For those who don’t know go to this post: here
TW: There’s blood underneath so look with caution!! ⚠️⚠️
I loved doing the expressions AND THE POSE FUCK YEAH GUSTAVO KICK SOME TWINK ASS‼️‼️💥👊💥👊💥👊💥
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September Magma Session Drawings!
Had the pleasure to do these pieces for @choochooboss's September Magma Session! The theme was... TCG and League Cards!!!
I was super excited to tackle this theme, to a point i did four art pieces! (Yeah I'm insane.)
Many thanks to Jun for hosting as always! Hope everyone enjoys this and the other pieces the others did! <3
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I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs and stay lucid and responsive. But I wasn’t here to be responsive, or interesting, or even a person, right now. All I needed to be was good. My head lolled back, my efforts futile, and my vision went white.
Later, I remember surfacing again, trying to hold onto the words that they were whispering to me.
“Go away. I’m having a private conversation.”
Not even privy to the words in my ear, the taunts being etched into my eager, stupid brain, I vanish.
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I've watched and adored Encanto, Wolfwalkers, Across the Spider-Verse, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, and Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio. All absolutely incredible animated films that I'm sure will be held up as classics even 20 years from now.
With that said, Nimona is frankly a good step above all of them and my choice for animated film of the decade so far (at least for what I've heard of). An absolutely stellar film on every level. Do yourself a favor and watch it all on YouTube these next few days!
Does it stand a chance at the Oscars? Absolutely not, especially since even the Annies were dominated by Spider-Man. But it would absolutely deserve to. (And again, I adore Spider-Verse and still think it's 100% worthy of the Oscar on its own. It's basically the reverse of the Puss in Boots vs. Pinocchio situation last year. They're both masterpieces, only this time the slightly better masterpiece is almost certainly gonna get left in the cold.)
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Thinking about Mountains of Mourning got me rereading it again for the millionth time. Every time I think, 'surely by now it has no hold of me? I know every turn it takes, can damn near recite parts of it.' And here I am, sobbing.
The story itself is beautiful, the language is gorgeous, but there is also something in the setting that speaks to me personally.
Our family farm is in a community smaller than silvy vale, and has been in the family for at least a couple of centuries. It's in the least populated and most backwater part of the country. And my country itself is small and insignificant, sparsely populated, mostly wilderness. In the eyes of some we may be backwater forest folk, tough as our land and just as stuck in our ways.
And I am a very tied-to-the-earth person. I am at home barefoot in the forest, fishing in the lakes, foraging in the swamps, working with animals, chopping wood. These forests are my forests, this land is my land. I was born on it and if I have to be buried, I want to be buried in it. I've never wanted to leave for better pastures. I've wished I could hold my home and my people up.
So though I cry for the beauty of the language and the message, and the grief of the plot, I also cry for the happy ending that Silvy Vale receives.
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Thinking again about how much "gayer/homoerotic", how much more impact, those longing glances from the 80s have compared to actual gay couples on screen. Like, when you watch shows from decades ago, how much more powerful it feels to see two men (usually, although I can also think of an example or two of two women) loving one another. The forehead press. The touching of a hand to the small of the other's back. The "he's my... Friend". The long stares into each other's eyes, followed by a change of mind, or a certainty in what they're doing.
The power a stare can have. And how those feel so much more powerful precisely because they're transgressive, they're intentional if you know where to look, or if you're even looking. They are raw, powerful, and somehow feel *more* than progress. More than casual displays of gay intimacies, than gay people calling one another "husband" after 2014/15. That is progress, but the stuff of the past? That is something else entirely.
These quiet acts of defiance feel bigger than your corporate sponsored kisses.
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today a year ago i got into enstars........... this is the part where i'd try to count how many toris ive drawn in the span of a year but i'd die. that is so many toris
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WIP Wednesday!
I've finished the first sock of sock set #3 and am slowly working on the second sock. I just finished doing the ribbing on this one, so my least favorite part is over.
Pattern is the Hermione Everyday sock texture pattern/chart, with 2×2 ribbing for the cuff and a Japanese short row heel.
Yarn was a destash that I'm not actually able to find just based off of the information on the tag, but the colorway is called Pond with the Wind, a Doctor Who reference.
Scarf 1 is coming along really well! I lightly blocked it out a couple days ago to be able to see the pattern better, but have made some progress since then. Really love how the color is starting to fade into the gray, but it's still got a bit of the light blue lingering for a bit more.
Pattern is the Icelandic Long Shawl knit in lace weight yarn I got from my mil a while ago, which didn't have a tag with it.
And lastly, I've started a blanket! I'm not numbering this one because I don't actually anticipate knitting a lot of blankets. This was a spur of the moment cast on, but it'll probably be one I work on off and on periodically, and not really a steady knit.
Pattern is just a diagonal knit blanket in garter stitch, with 3 stitches for the border, to try to use up some of my acrylic worsted weight yarn. Yarns are mostly Red Heart, Joanns brand, or Mainstays, but they're all acrylic yarns in worsted weight.
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