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matas-artblog · 10 hours ago
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I'm 90% sure my discord account was hacked through webfishing. I haven't clicked on any strange links recently and last night when I was playing a steam friends only lobby somebody I didn't know/wasn't steam friends with joined. If you play that game frequently consider stopping until the hacking problem improves
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matas-artblog · 13 hours ago
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Guiltygear sketches from last year :)
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matas-artblog · 24 hours ago
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matas-artblog · 1 day ago
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twitter finally recommending me good stuff
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matas-artblog · 1 day ago
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Source: ayumioyabun
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matas-artblog · 1 day ago
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OP said that if a small flying insect was on her puppy's nose, the puppy would be annoyed, except for butterflies (cr 稀饭馒头)
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matas-artblog · 2 days ago
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when you reblog a post because you think a specific mutual would enjoy it and then they reblog it from you
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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Women of the Resistance (Liliana Cavani, 1965)
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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A painting of qanipalaat from arknights 🌨
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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« When I think back on the year 1915, it seems to me that I still hear my friends tell me despondently: "I can't think of anything else! I can't read, I can't work, or find useful distractions (...), I only ruminate about our times, incessantly, until I'm nauseated (...). I've just had two hours of liberty—there was a time when I would have offered them to Tolstoy or Pascal. Today I read about [the war], or European colonial methods; issues that are entirely beyond my reach, but how to think of anything else?"
And perhaps we shouldn't strive to think of anything else; the point is not to turn our backs on our times, but to consider them calmly and thoughtfully. (...) It may be that the philosophy which absorbs you leaves no room for indulgence. Perhaps you feel yourself full of bitterness and rancour towards your fellow men, perhaps you have made up your mind to see in their activities nothing but greed and selfishness. (...) Do not be too eager to prove yourself right! Above everything, do not rejoice in being right in so dismal a fashion. (...) My only ambition is to beg the world to look for anything which can lighten the present and future distress of mankind, to find what interests the soul in a life burdened with troubles and disillusionments, to honour more than ever the faithful and imperishable resources of our inner life. (...)
The storm rages on, the events escalate, worsen, never cease. Never have they seemed more complex, more severe, more demanding. More dangerous. Wherever we turn, an opinion holds up its head and vehemently solicits our belief. (...) Our convictions, our certainties, are at each other's throats. (...) Yet mankind, even in these terrible hours, is only seeking happiness. Men have set off to conquer happiness, clutching in their hands the tools which will forever destroy it. (...) The wrong direction the world has taken is so obvious, so cruel, so vast (...)
Regardless, I would suggest not to lose hope—so long as a single wallflower still opens, in April, over the ruins of the world. Like algae, like mosses, like these laborious lichens which attach to the very ruins their infinite need for happiness, we will find joy in our present affliction and we will grow it, like a wind-battered plant in the parched soil of a wilted world. »
— Georges Duhamel, La Possession du monde (translation mine) Written in 1917 as he worked as an army surgeon.
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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the al manasra family are vetted by el-shab-hussein and nablusi at #192 here. as of 11/26/24, they are about $20,000 short of necessary travel funds. this is their only opportunity to escape.
thank you. whoever you are. may god protect you.
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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Faith unalloyed
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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i'm making a collection
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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“Umblebee?!”
“Gimme that! Megamouse!”
“🧍‍♂️THE PERR”
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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an au where sol raises dizzy… sol dadguy…
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matas-artblog · 3 days ago
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here's one I started last year, it was going to be a fully-detailed lappland and not just this silhouette but I gave up
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