#Bear Witness

[artsycloudysleepy]

@coffeeplantsclassics

Starting a collection

If you have more I'd love to see them this is my favorite meme format ever

[dougielombax]

The POWER that we are dealing with here, is IMMEASURABLE!

[howifeltabouthim]

'I was completely carried away, I was laid low by that love, you saw that, you had the evidence of all your senses. I was yours, yours, yours.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[myarmsrgone]

Decided to have a go at drawing the Elden Ring today. Bf got me hooked on the game and I've been playing it every weekend for the past 4 or 5 weeks. Seriously, it's an amazing game.

I know the Elden Ring I drew looks super wonky, but it's not easy to draw 4 perfect circles.

[little-caeruleum-blog]

LMK || The Clay-Made Monkey

ATTENTION!!! THIS HAS SPOILER FOR SEASON FOR OF LMK, SPECIFICALLY THE IMAGES THAT ARE ADDED HERE!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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* After many months, Sun Wukong finally found it. He had searched many times all around Flower Fruit Mountain, turning over every rock to find more rocks. Searched the caves hidden deep inside the mountain and the cold beaches that he refused to go near until now. He finally found it. The one.

The perfect rock.

The rock perfectly fit both hands, wrapping it around as a whole. He held it close to his chest and cuddled it, happy he had finally found it! This was it! This would be the one for him to use.

The perfect rock to make his son.

So many years, decades, centuries, of him being alone. He may have his small army of monkeys and a throne in the waterfall cave, but he was lonely. Lui Er would only visit so rarely as he traveled with the wind to find his music. Baijie, Tripitaka, Wujing, and Dragon Horse were long gone, passed away, and reincarnated into who knows when and where.

He needed someone to talk to. Someone that could hold a conversation. Someone to be able to take care of. Fill his lonely heart with love. Someone like a son.

Sun Wukong reached the top of Flower Fruit Mountain, the very same place where he was born out of stone that touched both earth and heaven, the south, east, west, and north corners pillars. Where he began his life but never reached death. 

On top of the mountain stood Nüwa. Nüwa was the mother goddess, crafting humanity out of nothing due to her own loneliness. She, too, understands Sun Wukong's own feelings about wanting a companion. She appeared in a bright yellow light to answer the old Monkey King's prayers as he begged for a life he can take care of. In her right hand, she held a bowl full of yellow clay, and in her left, tools to craft the clay. 

“I see you have brought the rock.” She spoke in a soft mystical voice. A smile formed on her lips as she glided herself towards the Monkey King. “It is a beauty. Tell me, why did you choose this one out of all the other ones?”

Wukong chose his words carefully. He knew whatever he answered would influence how Nuwe would craft his clay child.

“This rock,” Wukong spoke. “This rock in my hands fell on my lap one day when I was outside my cave. It was warm from the sun and covered in moss from when the water touched the earth. No wind could have pushed this or heaven would have destined this upon me. No other rock would have fallen down from where it had come from except for this. This is how I had come upon my child. This is who my child will be born from.”

Nüwa's silence was comforting as he held out the rock towards her. With his strength, he split the rock in half. Inside it was hollow, the perfect place to put his clay child. Sun Wukong placed the pieces on the mossy stone pillar where his stone once stood. There, he sat down on the floor and watched Nuwe perform her craftsmanship.

Nüwa started off by collecting the clay from the bowl into her hands. Her coarse hands moved with grace as she created life out of a lump of moist yellow clay. The figure took shape into a small monkey with lumpy spiky hair and a messy heart shape mark over its eyes and nose. And the little tale that kept sliding off of its bottom. But Wukong was patient, for once, as his tail eagerly wagged left to right watching. He knew what Nuwe was doing. Another test of his was to learn patience as her craft took time to get its shape perfectly. 

With a quick flip of her hand, a small fire erupted from a small crack in the ground. Its light was hot despite how small it was as the mother goddess placed the little clay body near it. She laid out her tools in front of her, her hands waving around before she picked up the smallest carving knife. She picked up a small knife and gently made her large adjustments on such a delicate-looking body. The eyes were wide, bright-eyed as it looked straight ahead at Nuwe. Its body was like a form between a human and a monkey with long human limbs but the fur of an animal all over the elbow, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Its messy heart took the form of a perfect little peach, just the same as Sun Wukong's birthmark. The crooked smile on the toddler's face made Nuwe laugh as she gently massaged its spiky hair, carefully wrapping it around a little hair tie to hold it in place

What seemed like hours turned out to be slow minutes as she held out the beautifully crafted ceramic piece in front of Sun Wukong. Wukong stared at it in awe, tears that would never fall mist his peachy eyes as the little figure was dropped in his hands. It was beautiful. This was going to be his little sun.

Wukong felt a small tug on his head and the slight pain of his hair being plucked out. He looked up and watched as Nuwe placed the orange hair in the small open hands of the clay figure.

“Sun Wukong. Your son is ready to be born from my hands but the mind of yours.” Nuwe declared. “May its life prosper in both heaven and earth as it becomes full of life!”

“Thank you… Goddess?” He said but as he looked up, all that was left was a fading bright light. She had disappeared, fulfilling her duty.

Sun Wukong shook his head as he smiled, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “Looks like it’s just you and me, bud.”

Sun Wukong placed the little clay figure inside one of the halves of the broken rock. He grabbed the other half and placed it over the other, covering up his little clay child before he used his strength to stick the halves together. Patting it down on the stone pillar, he took a few steps back. 

He sat down, legs crossed and his hands on each side, and he waited. He would wait for as long as he needed for his son to come out. With his eyes closed and a deep breath, he meditated. And with his heart full of glee, he stayed calm and waited. Wait… wait… and wait.

[thatpinkbetch]

Okaaaayyy but Midoriya planning all day to tell Bakugou that he loves him, and obsessively saying it over and over again in his head, "I love you Kacchan. I love you Kacchan." And how hes gonna lead into it, or what kind of smile should accompany it, and if he should reach out and grab Bakugous hand or if that was too much. And they have a nice little relaxed date that night and Bakugou cooks him his favorite meal and hes having fun but is also sweating nervously trying to figure out when to say it, and hes eating his meal and goes "Mm, i love Katsuki- don! Katsudon, i meant i love katsudon, ha, ha-" and Bakugou chokes a bit on his own food when he hears that but quickly and easily recovers, interrupting Midoriyas stuttering to say "i love you too. Now eat your damn food before it gets cold." And so he does, and he feels relieved to have finally gotten it out, and to hear it repeated back, confidently

[theargoninja]

Day 22 of Drawlloween 2024; "Body Building Competition"

Elden Ring's Godrick The Grafted built his body, limb by limb.

[parisian-stawberry]

bear witness

[and-so-begins]

[aseelayelia]

I just spent five minute looking through the stories, and that is all it took for me to get a headache. FIVE MINUTES is all it took for me to feel so much pain for what I am witnessing that I am now reaching for painkillers.

I saw a man picking scraps of meet and putting them in body bags.

Not bodies, or limps, scraps of meat.

How can anyone look at what is happening and think this is okay, or a necessary evil.

The most I can get out of myself is two hours of productivity a day, yet there are people who are posting their coffee orders, and the pretty flower they saw on their hike as if things are okay.

A genocide is being broadcasted as we speak and people are looking away, as if they are checking out of participating in a trend.

Just how divorced from your humanity do you need to be to think that this is something you can ignore?

[dougielombax]

Here he comes.

[howifeltabouthim]

It was an artist's work to be attuned to everything that surrounded him, even when it was easier not to notice—to let suffering define one's life.

Rachel Khong, from Real Americans

[ciggycat-art]

"Forefathers, one and all! BEAR WITNESS!" [Elden Ring]

[sigridstumb]

Against Entropy, by John M. Ford

Against Entropy

by John M. Ford

The worm drives helically through the wood And does not know the dust left in the bore Once made the table integral and good; And suddenly the crystal hits the floor. Electrons find their paths in subtle ways, A massless eddy in a trail of smoke; The names of lovers, light of other days Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke. The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made. But memory is everything to lose; Although some of the colors have to fade, Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose. Regret, by definition, comes too late; Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

January 27, 2023: Holocaust Remembrance Day

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Ike bore witness to the horrors of the extermination camps:  "The black-and-white photos are 75 years old, and if you look closely at them—at the wretchedness and the agony—you will notice one person standing in many of the shots. He is an American. It is startling to see him there, if you aren’t expecting it and don’t know the context. But his presence in those scenes of abject inhumanity was no coincidence. Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower wanted to bear witness, and in so doing send a message to every corner of the planet: Even in the most ghastly, unthinkable circumstances, compassionate and unblinking eyes must never turn away. 

The photographs were taken at the Ohrdruf concentration camp, near Gotha, Germany. It was the first Nazi camp liberated by American forces. Soldiers of the Fourth Armored Division and the 89th Infantry Division entered the camp on April 4, 1945, to find decaying bodies covered with lime, and others newly incinerated. The surviving prisoners, gaunt from starvation, gazed out at their saviors."  

[WSJ]