#%+ : floating mirror

[lorenzonuti]

Source.

[sofancydancy]

From a Schitt's Creek quote, feat. my Tav, Aura!

[zegalba]

Yoshitomo Nara: Mirror (In the Floating World), 1999

[remash]

to breathe | constellation ~ kimsooja | image credit: pinault collection

[chicoryblue]

He sticks out like a sore, decaying thumb, light swimming through him in dappled leaf and bottle greens. His skin, always slightly damp, has an unnatural give to it. It just feels like you could push your claws all the way in. But you resist the urge, only halfway mollified by his chuckled assurance that it's fine, really, he's just a bit transparent, that's all - he was always bad at hiding his emotions, anyway.

Edit: Got struck by inspo, so here’s Wishbone in all his ‘a bully turned my hat around and pushed me glory’

[tothechaos]

kicking my feet and sighing dreamily and twirling my hair and doodling in a notebook and you look and its just a drawing of a painting studio with a bunch of hearts around it

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

feat. a combo of my ren faire and rodeo outfits, a dressing gown, and probably more real gold than i should be wearing to traipse across a big field

[eskiworks]

Petite place commission for Mirror!

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[hloverheather]

[butmakeitgayblog]

Since we're talking about bellarke... I'll never move on from the fact that Clarke's "greatest teacher, greatest failure and greatest love" was all lexa 😭 there's a plethora of things to hate about the show, especially the later seasons, but that? Chills, literal chills

Which was why Alycia came back 🥺

Jason said himself he'd tried several times over the years to get her to make cameos and she turned his raggedy ass down every time 😂 BUT, to give fans closure and end on as healing of a note as possible given just how fucked that show is, she came back just to put a big, gay, soulmates shaped bow on Clexa. To say, yes, they are forever. Yes, their love is more complex than either of them even knew. Friend, teacher, heartbreak, lover. But through it all their love will go on for lifetimes beyond just this one. Because Clexa is eternal.

And yeah I'm sure she got a nice check from the studio (as 👏 she 👏should👏), but legit if there's one thing Alycia has proven so far it's that if she doesn't wanna show up somewhere,,, her ass is NOT showing tf up 🥴

She will "no❤" her way out of every situation she simply does not feel is vibing

But her ass showed up for that. Jason tracked her down, went through every management roadblock she'd put up so he couldn't reach her anymore and said please do this. And finally, babygirl unblocked his number. We are so blessed 🙏

[sanshinexx]

Your friends smile warmly behind you.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

ohhhh to be the kind of person to make sugar baby soap strip, gag him, jack him off in front of a mirror while he watches, compliment him, feed his praise kink, be good to him...so that you can ask to peg him once his spine has melted and his brain is mush

[autism-corner]

they hate me for my swagger

[hawleywilby]

[commsroom]

Ok so I absolutely love your Hera art.

But

Have you considered

Pink/orange/multicolored Hera

Honestly I feel like warm colors in general just suit her so well.

oh, i don't know! when i ask people to draw hera blue, the reasons for that are: 1) it makes her more immediately recognizable, and 2) i like what it represents! it draws on existing sci-fi imagery of holograms. a projected image of someone who is physically elsewhere. it's associated with water and sky, distance and longing.

physically, i think there are two heras: there's the way people literally perceive her from an outside perspective - formless, or associating her with the hephaestus itself, which is misidentification. i love when people draw eiffel interacting with hera's cameras + monitors very much, but i also think it's clear she feels she's seeing through them, not that she is them. and there's hera as she sees herself in her own mind (and in eiffel's mind, in the finale), where... i really think she just perceives herself as an average, tangible person.

so i don't think she's literally blue, i just think it's a good way to give her a visual presence in art that's closer to her self-perception, while still communicating some sense of distance / disconnect, if that makes sense? if hera had a body and could wear clothes, i think she'd love to try on all sorts of colors!!

[cremeriie]

Osvald tugged at the ruffled sleeves of the stolen blouse, unused to wearing such finery-let alone one so frivolous. Uncomfortably, he clasped the topmost button that sat a little too close to the neck for his liking.

"Oh, you shouldn't have that buttoned all the way up, it's too stuffy looking!" Ochette commented, seemingly reading his mind (or his obvious grimace.)

"Agreed." Castti replied, not looking up from her pestle and mortar.

A quiet sigh of relief left his lips, and Osvald quickly unbuttoned the offending fastener. However, the force and speed of his movements caused four more under it to also snap open.

From the back of the small room they had rented, Throné tittered, "You should leave it like that, Professor."

Temenos glanced up and smirked, "Indeed, you should."

Osvald raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

At Temenos' sly shrug and Throné's devious refusal to answer, Osvald turned to Partitio, who had his hat lowered over his eyes to conceal his awkward flush.

"Shucks, how do I put this? Y'see, out of all of us you have the most..uh...well defined physique...y'know?"

His eyebrow simply rose higher.

"Jeeze guys, a little help here?"

Hikari resolutely shook his head. Agnea covered her face with her hands. (Whether this was out of shame or hilarity was not clear.) Partitio turned pleadingly back to Temenos.

"Worry not, little lamb, I couldn't possibly let you suffer any longer. Osvald, what our fine merchant here is trying to say is-"

"You've got great tits."

"Why, Throné, I was getting to that!" Temenos playfully admonished as the thief snickered into her drink.

All at once, Castti coughed to unconvincingly hide her shocked laughter, Hikari closed his eyes with a painful expression, Agnea, still hiding her face, started to shake with mirth, poor Partitio groaned in embarrassment, and Ochette simply looked on in confusion.

Osvald, for once in his life, was stunned silent.