#Fuknut

[cosmotropic]

Doctor prescribed more WIPs so heres a little somethin from a punk zine im working on. Featuring new OCs, Crinkle, Shaz, and Fuknut!

[forestsomnus]

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETIC!

bold whatever applies to / attracts your muse. tagged by: @annjiru​ thank u sm!! ur the loveliest person im crying everywhere not only in The Club tagging: @identitatend​ @deitc​ i’d hurl myself into space for u two fuknuts + anyone who reads this just steal it and tag le moi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries, DEEP WOODS, STARRY NIGHTS, the sound of paper being torn, DIMLY LIT ROOMS, withered roses, AN UNFINISHED LETTER, piles of books, THE SOUND OF SHATTERING GLASS, TICKING OF CLOCKS IN A SILENT HOUSE, heavy wooden furniture, THE AIR BEFORE A STORM, THE SMELL OF EARTH, a crowd of people dressed in black, DISTANT MURMURS, EMPTIED STREETS, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : COLDNESS OF THE SKIN AGAINST A BLADE, slender pale fingers and slightly shaking hands, A RED STAIN BLOOMING ON WHITE FABRIC, LONELY STEPS IN A CORRIDOR, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, LISTENING TO ONE’S BREATH AND COUNTING HEARTBEATS, TOO MANY STAIRS, the desire to be invisible, A SUBTLE MEMORY OF A KIND WORD.

THE IDIOT : CLASSICAL STATUES, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, AN UNSETTLING FEELING, long walks in a park, useless chatter,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, A MELANCHOLIC FACE, AN UNEXPECTED SPRING RAIN, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, LOOKING AT A CLOUDLESS SKY.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops, FLOWERS BROUGHT FROM AN EARLY MORNING WALK, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, A BOWL OF FRUIT, THE SMELL OF RIPE PEARS, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER COMING FROM THE GARDEN, soft sunlight and white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, A SUDDEN SILENCE IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE.

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snow storm, THE SOUND OF A DOOR BEING GENTLY CLOSED, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, THE SWEET SMELL OF STRAWBERRIES, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, LIGHT SCENT OF POWDER.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in expensive restaurants, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, LEANING OUT OF THE WINDOW, SHELVES STACKED WITH BOOKS, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlor, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, PASSING SEASONS, discussing french novels of the moment, UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS, LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR FRAME, quickly averted glance, EATING A PEACH ABSENT-MINDED, BRIGHT MORNINGS, FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS : BIRCH GROVES, MORNING MIST, MOSS-COVERED STONES NEAR A MOOR, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, LIGHT-HEARTED IRONY, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, leaving thoughts come and go, A SLOW YAWN, picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : A STRANGE FEELING OF LOSS, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, THE HESITATION BEFORE TOUCHING SOMEONE’S HAND, THE GAZE OF ONE LOST IN THOUGHT, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, A GLASS OF WATER, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, THE EVANESCENT SERENITY OF YESTERDAY.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms, old samovar, THE UNSETTLING NEED FOR CHANGE, a mirror reflecting full moon, THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF A GLOSSY OBJECT TURNING WORTHLESS AFTER SECOND GLANCE, a piano out of tune.

[theknittingdiscourse]

'A patriot is a nationalist who isnt intellectually honest with himself'

Nice sexism there assuming everyone who disagrees with you is male.

How about you define YOUR definition of nationalism because if I go iff what the encyclopedia tells me is 'utter loyalty to ones nation' in their most basic of definition.

While PATRIOTISM is as DEFINED BY THE SAME ENCYCLOPEDIA makes them out to be entirely different. As in nationalism as it is recognized came about AFTER patriotism. Some 2000 years after. Patriotism as defined as 'LOVE of their country' the two are not synonymous.

Any si gle person who calls themselves a patriot you can get them to tell you what they HATE about said country. Whether or not that is racist is up in the air, as I'm sure you assume it will be and not something like 'i love america but we really need to fix our school system'

These two things may be kinda similar but they are not utterly the same thing. The thing is why you and so many mistake the two aa utterly the same thing is because nationalists often profuse love for their country. But that love is more like the blind indoctrination of say... nazi Germany. Or the Soviet union. Or Cuba, or China, or North Korea.

So please write about how a say, north korean suicide bomber is exactly the same as Joe fuknut from south Dakota celebrating july 4th.

people are still patriotic in 2020? grow up? do not ask for what you can do for your country but what human rights violations they are currently committing and why you should hate them. 

[satlytears]

guess who('s a)

•lil peice of shit •can't do anything right •disapointment •shouldn't be alive •fukwit that can't get things straight •dumbass who shouldn't be here •fuknut and should leave the place called earth •isn't trying hard enough •can't take it anymore and just wants to cry until her eyes are dry and just end it there •can't handle all the pain she's going through and just wants it to stop •wants someone to hold her, tell her its ok, rub her back and comfort her guess who. . .

[supershafts]

Little Fuknut (at The Driveline Shop)

[stingyshimaaa]

OKAY SO HOLY FUKNUTS THIS IS JUST PURE BEAUTY

Iwaoi worked out some dance au sketch @realcheesyshenanigans