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top five horsemen of the apocalypse?

There are fascinating implications to this ask. What other Horsemen are there outside the main four? Is this like Good Omens where Pestilence becomes Pollution? Are we talking Conquest? Are there more I'm not privy to?

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The Fourth Wall: A Rare View of Famous European Theater Auditoriums Photographed from the Stage

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tumblr: on languages

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my muse and I

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I drew a little comic for @hiveworks' Micro Comic Summer! It's a fun blend of my two webcomics, hehe! Check the #MicroComicSummer tag for stuff others have drawn too!

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an adventure

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cmyk test pages r like angels to me

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scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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been seeing homies get deep into "the terror" and making me want to rewatch SO i spent two hours in the dead of night reading the wiki/the subreddit/other linked articles and like. one of those articles was deadass fucked up

there was a woman who spoke inuktitut who was writing a book containing a lot of inuit oral histories, and in nunavut she was able to hear passed-down recollections of when survivors from the franklin expedition were passing through

and like. i can't imagine being an inuit family/group, knowing that europeans exist but having never seen them, seeing 8-9 shambling, blue-skinned, cold-to-the-touch out-of-their-minds white men come wandering by. they invited the men inside their igloos for warmth, for food, to be hospitable. the men refused to eat, refused to speak, and when trade was offered, clutched their possessions close and refused to entertain the idea of trade. this was, offputting, to say the least. the group set them up in their own igloo, with their own fire, and left three whole seals for them to eat. and then they fled cause what the FUCK get out of there. they came back in a few days to check on the strangers. the three seals were completely untouched, while all of the men had killed and eaten each other

i mean. fuck dude. there are obviously pretty dark angles to view the franklin expedition from– honestly can't think of a good angle, it's pure colonialism and british exceptionalism– but that specific interaction, that inuit group who were living lives as normal until a dozen fucking walking dead showed up and did cannibalism. no wonder that story got passed down, i'd be shitting my pants if i saw that

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Kathleen Stenning “Travel Underground” (1925)

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You have been anxious to meet with the beast. It is inevitable that you will, yet there has been no date set, no appointment made. It sits, patiently, outside your home, its presence a weight on your consciousness, not waiting, just anticipating your encounter. Sometimes you think about the meeting in passing, acknowledging its approach, before groceries and bills and birthdays make you forget again. Sometimes you peek out through the blinds on purpose, sneaking a glance, and your eyes start to water. You cannot hasten the process, nor can you linger to delay it. But you can leave the door open to let the beast in. (March 2024)

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This pocket no longer drops things.

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quilt by Chinami Terai

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Au fucking revoir Mister Prince