#Eye of Night

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Thought of the Day: Only the insane have strength enough to prosper.

[foxofthedesert]

Behold my current ear worm. Eye of Night by Trees of Eternity. A haunting yet poignant and lovely offering composed by lovers going through one of the worst trials a couple can endure. One battling cancer, the other watching helplessly as that cruel disease destroyed what he loved most. An entire album overflowing with near palpable suffering, gratitude, despair and hope. The sacred offering of a melodic memorial by a heart stricken by grief to an angel that left this world way too soon.

There is something so beautiful about sadness to me. I can't really explain it. Oh, sure, I'm all about energetic music when working out, peppy tunes when I'm in a rare good mood, and aggressive music when I'm angry. But melancholy is the blanket I wrap myself up in to find meaning in an existence I could never fully understand in a thousand lifetimes. It colors the lens through which I view my surroundings, casting them in varying shades of gray and blue, so that I tend to notice misery more readily than bliss. And as it so happens, it also greatly informs my taste in music.

I've never been a particularly happy person. Probably never will be. I have an affinity for the darkness that the light only just manages to keep in check. When I have brainstormed lengthy pieces of fiction in the past, I always began with pain or grief or sorrow as the touchstone for my imagination. Never happiness. Never joy. Those things are not fuel for my muse. I dwell on tragedy and heartache, and the characters I love most would - if they could - attest to that.

My soul, it seems, is written of minor chords, interspersed only sparsely with majors lest the composition stray too far into the black margins of inescapable gloom. My music therefore is moody; it's dissonance and harmony warring for dominance, a somber verse over a promising chorus with a percussive anvil keeping the rhythm. I crave that feeling in my chest, that burning tightness and discomfort on the edge of tears, that mournful songs elicit. It needs to hurt to move me, to inspire me, to make me feel something profound I can't quite put words to.

As may be obvious, I am not a blue skies individual. The darkening clouds and driving rain and rolling thunder are my cherished friends, my constant companions, my faithful comforters. But that doesn't mean I don't love basking in the warmth of the sun in season. Rather, I find that teetering between the poles of perspective makes me more appreciative of the necessary role both play in navigating the human condition. What's tricky in my estimation is avoiding the extremes, and thankfully that's something I am getting better at with time.

Balance is difficult but not unachievable. And that gives me hope.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

NO SPILL BLOOD-EYE OF NIGHT

[aimasup]

Started out as unable to decide an outfit for him, spiralled into more...

Why yes the third pic is directly referenced from Mary Poppins costumes

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[bleatbrew]

Nightmare Eyes

[magentasnail]

an insect collection...

[friszil]

can you remember what she was like?

tw horror image under the cut

I find her in the faces of strangers over and over again.

[akanemnon]

Just a regular day

[hinamie]

9 / 266

[sleepingingarden]

(some of these might be reposts originally on my old acct)

bonnies and foxies <3

[marigoldendragon]

Night vision.

Or beastfolk eyes doing that glowy mirror thing that animals have at night time.

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Tumblr Tuesday: Your Pride Art on Tumblr

Hello, Tumblr. June is here, and you're all arting hard. This Tuesday would like to cordially wish you all a very good and community-fuelled Pride month. Please enjoy this roundup of delightful fanart and OC art, celebrating the beginning of this month of more gay art than usual on tumblr dot com.

(And here are some Pride art/writing challenges running this month:  an identities-themed drawing challenge; a Baldur's Gate 3 art challenge; a pride color pallette art challenge; a fandom art challenge; and finally, some Destiel pride creative prompts)

@theartofmadeline:

@themostimportantnight:

@seagiri:

@nepeteaa:

@bontwisty:

@liberumalas:

@kaetor:

@sailorsallyart:

@grrlterrier:

@liazartz:

@rosesraeken:

@wigglebox:

@shattersaurus:

@the-phantom-peach:

@enyoalkis:

@inkwellfire:

@toadalled:

@zetrystan:

@manthemoth:

@daily-dragon-drawing:

@meriahlatyar:

@thatskindarough:

@winchester-reload:

@retrobr:

@vickychendraws:

@ufofrommarss:

@vanillacreame153:

@emwheezie:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike’s POV during the FNAF movie

[tchaikovskaya]

im being extremely serious, something needs to be done about the brightness of car headlights, its an active public safety hazard. and as far as regulatory measures go, this seems like something with a (comparatively) very easy fix....? yeah conservatives will be all "come and take it" about it but they do that with literally fucking everything bc petulant commitment to making a culture war out of any regulation or mandated changes.

its insane that we've all just collectively accepted that its normal and fine that someone driving a standard sized 4 door sedan will be momentarily blinded by the EYE-LEVEL blue-white LED headlights on the latest model of the suburbitank Pedestrian Pulverizer 3000 or whatever the fuck

[zytes]

look alive, sunshine