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lansalla · 1 month
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Let's hide under the covers
We don't know what's out there
Could be all our demons, darling…
I still haven’t given up trying to return to traditional art, I’m not entirely happy because I ruined everything with the liner🥲 but still let it be here
(there are several small Easter eggs in the picture)
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mariathechosen1 · 10 months
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Digging too deep:
Philosophical obsession to the point of self destruction
[Image description: A collage consisting of 10 different photographs and quotes, all related to digging and holes. From top to bottom:
A wikipedia headline that says “Law of Holes”.
A close up of a shovel, digging into loose dirt.
An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The law of holes or the first law of holes, is an adage which states: "if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging." It is used as a metaphor, warning that when in an untenable position, it is best to stop making the situation worse.”
A lyrics excerpt from ‘The Song With Five Names’ by Will Wood: You can break a shovel when you break new ground / You dig dirt up when you dig deep down / You should know better than that by now / It's not profound to know that you could never know!
A blurry photograph of a dark rectangular hole in the ground, seemingly a grave. The hole is so dark the bottom of it isn’t visible. Besides the hole there is a pile of dirt.
A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Gotta get to the bottom of this/ Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / If it kills me
An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The second law of holes is commonly known as: "when you stop digging, you are still in a hole."
A photograph of a deep round hole. There’s a ladder going down into it and the bottom of the hole isn’t visible.
An excerpt from the transcript of episode 88 of The Magnus Archives: It was very strange. It was just the one word, solid capital letters in a small, neat typeface at the very centre of the page. It said ‘DIG’. I took that to be the title, and turned to the next page. ‘DIG’. Exactly the same. The third page. ‘DIG’. The fourth page. ‘DIG’. Dig, dig, dig, dig.
A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Looking down I could say heaven sent me / Hand me my shovel, I’m going in!
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[‘Law of Holes’ - Wikipedia, ‘The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, MAG 88 ‘Dig’ - The Magnus Archives]
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bismutharts · 2 months
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And dawn could never know And my weakness made me weep less Than I would ever show you
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kell-stitches · 6 months
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abrahamvanhelsings · 2 years
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and kudos to van helsing for NOT putting the blame on mrs westenra and instead saying "we can't tell her how close lucy is to death and so she did what she thought was best for her daughter but in doing so unknowingly endangered both her life and soul"
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flowercrown-bard · 2 years
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We built our castles/ Just to watch them wash away/ In the waves, oh, the waves (Chords, The Amazing Devil)
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necroticpixies · 1 year
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"Do you like my dress? It's got pockets/The rocks beneath my feet begin to crack"
-- The Calling, The Amazing Devil
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Pencil and Ink Sketch inspired by yet another TAD song - Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace
Look, this is just one of my fave songs and it has some of the best lines, too. I had to play with it. There’s a lot of imagery to be gleaned from this song - it’s 8 minutes long! (i wouldn’t be surprised if I play with it again and again to see what i get) - and these are just some of the aspects, inspired by these specific lines:
“They’re just shadows searching for light”
“Then the hollow folk come, pour me wine by my bed”
“Then the hollow folk pour me another shard full of glass”
“You are in the earth of me”
“Let’s bury this”
“Sometimes I fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don’t fit”
“‘Cause we’ll dance together, so close we’re sharing breath”
Not sure if I’ll get around to cleaning this one up, but if I do, I think I’ll keep it black and white, maybe a touch of yellow for the light...
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weretoad-art · 1 year
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Write me well, my love, Write me weird, write me willing, Write me well 🎵
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lansalla · 7 months
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Last time I deleted it because I was afraid the friend I drew it for would see it ahead of time. Now she has already received the letter, so I’m rebooting
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hazzie125 · 10 months
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Farewell Wanderlust
It is far too late and I've had far too much wine. Enjoy my pen to paper visual ramblings.
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i am mighty intrigued by "Scarlet Welly Boots" 👀
Ah! Scarlet Welly Boots is actually one of my Wayhaven fics. It's a collection of vignettes throughout the life of my Detective Raine Callaghan, examining how his life has changed and weathered several tragedies in the family such as the death of his father and disappearance of his aunt. It also functions as a character relationship analysis between himself and his stepmother, Rebecca Sinclair, a woman with a mysterious job in the government.
You can find chapters 1-6 here, and here is a snippet from chapter 7:
Down at the end of the drive, amidst all the trees and brush, Ciaran can pretend that he's alone. The Sinclair estate crawls with people, all staff that he's yet to learn all the names of. He doesn't know what to make of them, mostly. They scurry around the manor, doing various menial labor that Ciaran feels they don't really need to be doing, and occasionally greeting him or asking after his needs. It's weird. It makes sense to him now how Eoin was so lonely here. The Sinclair estate is on the very edge of Wayhaven - a car ride away from town proper - and filled with people paid to take care of the place. There's always someone wandering around and never anyone to have a real conversation with. It's oddly isolating. It doesn't help that Rebecca has mostly not visited since dragging him out here. Always on some job, or visiting Eoin in hospital down in Manchester where she'd had him transferred. The thought of Eoin makes his stomach twist in on itself, threatening to devour him. It's not fair. It's not fair that Ciaran is here, up and about, while Eoin languishes in a hospital bed. It's not fair that he's preparing for university while his brother remains comatose. It feels wrong. The whole world feels wrong.
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writing-and-roses · 2 years
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My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself I drag myself like a rug in the rain And my saint, she is dancing And every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame
♪ Blossoms by The Amazing Devil
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woops I wrote so many queers being incorrect that I wrote my own book 0_0
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Playlists <3
-> Day 6: Music
Steve Playlist:
-> Spotify
-> YouTube
Jonathan Playlist:
-> Spotify
-> YouTube
Stonathan Playlist:
-> Spotify
-> YouTube
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wren-of-the-woods · 2 years
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Currently feeling thoroughly ruined by the song Ruin.
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