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Isn’t it amazing how there are so many people who have an undying love for the artistic release, solely created by someone who they’ve never met?

It’s always been a dream of mine to be seamlessly painted and bedazzled by a force that can only be painted with one’s true love

If no-one believed all that bullshit we would be living in a fairytale

But thе real reason as why I’ve always wantеd to be painted is because I knew that everyone would be looking at me, whether they hated me or adored me.

They’d be staring at me, silently criticising everything, from my face to my feet, while I solidified my spot in history, alongside the beautiful water lillies.

Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)

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The Women of Amphissa

Painting by Lawrence Alma-Tadema

This oil painting depicts the women of Amphissa sheltering exhausted Maenads (followers of Dionysus) after a night of revelry. This masterpiece blends historical storytelling with Alma-Tadema’s signature precision in texture, light, and classical detail. The painting is in the Romantic style and is considered a history painting. It is currently held in the collection of the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts.

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Partner in Crime

It happened in the summer, not so very long ago It was so warm and humid Elsie would go down to the old wood And pray for the wind to come She had a friend who swore you could evoke the angels simply by prayer She said, "There are angels for every desire But you must believe, you have to believe" So by the time the sun was buried along with the stale air A plan had formed very clearly in her mind She was a lonely girl of around twenty or so And as she knelt down to pray in the old wood under the town Her heart would beg and plead I desire a partner in crime I've grown tired of endless crying I desire a partner in crime I've grown tired of endless crying Crying for nothing And the roses hung their weary heads Like people do when they are heavy and without hope The seasons passed, January, February under the trees And there were tulips amongst the firs Elsie was twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five And the underpass was dark and dense with light at the seams Where the trees were broken and the branches were reaching out For they had witnessed her prayers And there was promise in the wind A promise of better things The years flowed on and on Like the wine that celebrated marriages of friends and sisters Elsie began to think that even if her wish materialized She could not sacrifice a life that was so familiar Lonely, sad with an almost religious quality She remembered times spent in the old wood deep in prayer Aching, begging, thinking her heart might burst Her friend had moved away unannounced She'd disappeared, there was no belief And longer and longer there was less to give Less love to give Of course there'd been lovers But nothing close to what she'd hoped for Before she'd felt electricity swelling in her palms, but not now Limp and hopeless life continued but it wasn't really living All she'd ever dreamed, wished, and yearned for Had been stolen and shot down And the sky it echoed a warning And eternity was calling And the sky it echoed a warning And eternity was calling Calling for nothing

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来巡视人间的猫猫神

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ray toro shredding guitar

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i sometimes log into my abandoned ao3 account and seeing people still leaving kudoses and comments on my old embarrassing stories encourages me so much to keep writing

Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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he's beside gerard way

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it reminded me of this

losing my shit over this

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me as a writer

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actually my life's purpose is just to listen to more music. i love to discover new music. within 2 minutes your life can change bc you clicked on a random song like???????????/ awesome

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headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

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losing my mind over the fact that he sounds so much like thom yorke here

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Clear-ish collection of things I’ve found that people have left behind or lost

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i love u vampires. i love u gothic romance. i love u fangs in the neck. i love u coffin cuddles. i love u centuries-long yearning. i love u all consuming love. i love u hunger as desire. i love u monstrous intimacy

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people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

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shoutout to gerard way for unapologetically being a strange and offputting freak i aim to channel that energy at all times