#a musing of sorts
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teething-possum · 1 year ago
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There’s a tweet I’ve seen that mentions Jesus, son of a carpenter, and his (possible) reactions to the scent of the cross.
And I just want people to stop and think about this for a moment. Like…
Jesus, son of God, in the form of Man, was raise by a carpenter. He was the firstborn of Joseph, though he bore no blood of him.
He likely helped Joseph with his carpentry projects, at the very least was raised with carpentry tools and the wooden pieces all around him.
Do you think he thought of both his Heavenly father and his Earthly father as he climbed Golgotha?
Do you think he felt touched by both of them, for a moment? God’s Will and the scent of Joseph baring down on him as he walked, bleeding and beaten?
I wonder if, even for a second, Jesus wondered what Joseph would say about the construction of the cross, if Joseph’s voice echoed in his ears, the lessons on construction and worthwhile wood that had been etched into his brain came leaking out along with his blood.
I want to know if Jesus, the Son of God, felt more like Jesus, son of Joseph, for a moment before his death.
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twolovelyberries · 7 months ago
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and now i know how joan of arc felt!
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revelisms · 24 days ago
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Original vs. rendered sketches for this Lachryma-inspired Terzo 🕺
I was looking back on these today and feeling reflective. I drew these very quickly and went in circles for at least an hour trying to clean up the linework, but I kept finding myself coming back to the messiness of the originals...there's something sort of 70s Disney about them that felt very nostalgic and comforting to me. I ended up leaving a lot of the "mistakes" in the final versions.
I look back on these fairly regularly now when I need a reminder that digital art doesn't have to be completely clean to still be an enjoyable process. Drawing these were some of the most fun I've had doing art in a while, especially experimenting more with color.
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madamemiz · 2 years ago
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sad: falling out of a hyperfixation
tragic: watching your beloved friends and mutuals fall out of the hyperfixation while you're still in it
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canisalbus · 2 years ago
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Ok ok hear me out: it could end in tragedy,, AND have a happy ending. The attempt(s) on Machete’s life force him to flee, he doesn’t even have the chance to find Vasco. Cue gay longing for at least a few years while Machete despairs over the loss of his love, his life, his status. He and Vasco only reunite (again) in their later years. Their relationship is forever flavored with loss and loneliness, but that only means they savor every moment that much more
I also I would like to see them as old men. Vasco would be so droopy :)
You gave me such old dog brainworms.
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tamago-aki · 1 year ago
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ominous ahsoka w predator eyes my love..
can you tell that one post abt togruta having more predatory elements floating around here has affected my mind
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inkedberries · 5 months ago
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npcs somewhere in the capital, circa 1920
Andrey is an owner of an edgy underground club and architecture is his hobby whereas Peter is an artist the Kains commission frequently and alcohol is his hobby.
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ephemeralinstance · 2 months ago
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It seems to me that seeking to avoid criticism by eliminating grey areas and telling the audience exactly what they are supposed to think about everything is sort of self-defeating, because it actually makes you more vulnerable to criticism. 
The inevitable consequence of having a prescriptive approach to morality is that you are then committed to morally endorsing all of the implications of your story: if you are trying to tell people what to think, then you can be criticized for telling them the wrong things! And if you present something without explicitly condemning it, then in the context of this prescriptive approach to storytelling, you are naturally interpreted as endorsing it. 
Whereas if you write a story which simply presents events and lets characters react to them naturally and does not dictate to the audience what they are supposed to think, then you are not committed to endorsing everything in your story. If you are self-evidently not trying to tell people what to think, you can't be criticized for telling them the wrong things. And though of course there will always be people determined to misunderstand, usually audiences will come to appreciate that the occurrence of an event in your plot does not necessarily indicate approval of it, even if no explicit condemnation is made. 
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authorafterhours · 10 months ago
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We see Hannibal calming Will, especially in the earlier seasons where he was spiraling, and later, he stops him from shooting the social worker. I want to see the roles reversed, where Hannibal is in a bloodlust frenzy, and Will gentles him like he is one of those feral dogs he finds on the side of the road.
Pinning Hannibal down, cupping his face if he can, forcing Hannibal to look Will in the eye if he won't, hissing "look at me." Maybe Will biting him in the neck to shock him out of it, resting their foreheads together, exhaling calmness as they share breath. Will petting his hair, whispering things like, "I got you," "we're okay," and "you’re mine."
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norriszn · 17 days ago
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for me it's not even clear when it started like... i just know that when lando collaborates with brands, it doesn't feel like an advertisement dropped into your feed, it feels like something he'd actually use or wear... like he approaches each project with the a never overly polished tone AND he's also incredibly brand-versatile. and pretty sure that' what audiences connect with... like he doesn't pretend to be a media trained spokesperson, even though he very much could be :) and unlike some sports figures who rely entirely on their team's pr or media managers or whatever, lando strength has always been in how directly he communicates with people.
with that being said IS HE TRYING TO DOMINATE THE WHOLE WORLD?
lando x tumi
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lando x ralph lauren: polo red
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lando x liberty walk
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lando x monster energy
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i-dont-even-know-anymore976 · 2 months ago
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my spine split from carrying us up the hill (i’m just getting colour back into my face)
a buddie relationship breakdown fic | 21.8k
tags: buck pov, buck centric, established relationship, break up, cheating, sad buck, emotional/psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship, eddie diaz bashing, 118 bashing, (tho i think it’s more critical but for the filters), season 7 au, in an au where buddie got together after the shooting, Relationship Breakdown, Buck & Ravi Friendship, anti buddie, No Beta We Die Like Bobby Nash, (doesn’t in this fic)
It took Buck a moment to process what he saw before him.  Eddie — his arms wrapped around some woman. His face buried in her neck and his fingers brushing her skin.  The other man’s eyes widening, his face going pale as he realised they’d been caught.  Buck barely heard Eddie gasp Chris’s name — the boy motionless next to him as they stared at a ghost.  At Shannon.  At Chris’s mother — who Buck knew was dead.  Had been to the funeral and seen them both through the messy aftermath. Had helped this child mourn once and already knew he’d have to do it again.  Or: What if it was Buck instead of Marisol
in a surprise to everyone — and most of all me — i’ve actually written something ?? for the first time in like three years ?? wild
tbh i think that scene in 8.17 just reaffirmed everything i'd been slowly realising about buddie and why they could never work and it somehow manifested itself as this 😅
anyway - a lil excerpt for you all xx
He regretted it as soon as the dial tone sounded. Had let his thumb hover of the name — debating — for more than a few seconds before giving in to the urge to press call.
And yet — as soon as it actually started ringing — he knew he shouldn’t have done it.
That he was fine. That he was being dramatic, once again.
But he also knew he couldn’t just hang up. That it would create a panic — force them to call back — to ask questions.
“Doctor Copeland’s office,” it was a new receptionist. Her voice melodically neutral as she answered the phone, “May I ask who’s calling.”
Buck stumbled over his words for a second, before rushing to explain, “Uh — don’t worry. It was an accident.”
“Are you sure… Mr Buckley?” She drew out the question as if reading the name off a screen and Buck cursed whatever Caller ID system the psychologist’s office employed that still recognised his number.
Her tone more concerned as she asked again, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah — yeah, of course.” He felt almost breathless as the lies left his lips, “Just a wrong number. Pressed the wrong person by mistake. Sorry for any trouble.”
“Okay — then,” she sounded doubtful. “Well, we’re here if you ever need us, Mr Buckley. Don’t hesitate to ring back now. Okay? I know Doctor Copeland would be more than happy to fit you in.”
“Yeah—” he agreed half-heartedly. Desperate to get off the phone before he did something stupid like actually ask for an appointment.
Knowing it was pointless. That he was fine.
“Have a nice day then.”
He finally freed himself from the conversation. Heart racing like it usually only did when he’s had to run up six flights of stairs in full turn outs.
He forced himself to drop his phone onto the counter — hands shaking as he thought about reaching for it again — and made himself walk away instead.
Looked around the kitchen desperately for something to do and was relieved to spot the small stack of dishes from the night before.
They usually did them together. Buck drying as Eddie washed — accused of almost flooding the kitchen one too many times before Eddie had finally relegated him to the less dangerous of the tasks.
They’d been too tired the night before. Exhaustion dragging them towards bed and leaving the dishes to wait until the morning.
It had been happening more and more lately. Truthfully Buck couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared their little ritual. Meals eaten in a rush as they raced out the door to work — whoever drew the short straw and got home first left to do the tidy up.
At least if Buck didn’t end up eating alone. Eddie always out these days — the friendship he'd struck up with Tommy keeping him gone until late whenever they had the day off.
Chris, even more sociable than his father. Forever at a friend’s house, or out with the girl that he swore to Buck wasn’t a budding romance. Swindling invites for sleepovers through charm and good humour that a young Buck could never have dreamed of emulating.
Always clinging just a little too tight for people to ever really settle in his presence.
It left him alone most nights. At least the ones he didn’t spend at the firehouse, revelling in the thrum of activity. Instructions from Bobby as they cooked, Chim and Hen’s quiet rivalry as they wrestled for control of the TV remote.
Eddie sitting next to him in the engine — their legs brushing they were sat so close. Sometimes it felt like the most intimate they ever were anymore.
Never mind the way they’d clung to each other having rescued Bobby and Athena. Buck pressing into bruises to leave them there a little longer. To remind himself that Eddie had chosen him, that he loved him.
Not that he needed the reminder.
Buck knew that. Intrinsically. He did.
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gagyeongs · 3 months ago
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“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
HYPER KNIFE (하이퍼나이프) 2025
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seaglassmelody · 3 months ago
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Working on a writing prompt and thinking about being a Mourn Watcher and somehow landed on like
I think it's interesting how being able to romance any of the companions despite their feelings on your faction/abilities is really interesting, because it informs the companions' preferences as well as your Rook's.
Like using Lucanis as an example since he's my canon romance-
If you romance Lucanis as a de Riva/Crow Rook, it can indicate that he finds comfort in the familiar, and that the connection with someone who understands his life as an assassin is important to him
If you're like me and romance him with a Mourn Watcher, he potentially develops an attraction to things that freak him out LOL
Just thinking about the Vorgoth missive from after Emmrich's companion quest like "FLEE IF IT APPEARS IN YOUR DREAMS" about Hezenkoss's construct.
The Veilguard: What...does that mean...
Sabriel: Well since it was a magical construct connected to the Fade via spirit energy, there's a chance a version of it exists there still! So since you go into the Fade when you dream, well...it's probably fine. The construct likely isn't real :)
Lucanis, inexplicably attracted to this: Do you listen to yourself when you say things
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szilverer · 3 months ago
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The Vampyre of Time and Memory
another album-inspired redraw study but plot twist this is actually from october lmao, the last meme reminded me i never got to post it. info + even brighter version under the cut. careful with eyestrain
Queens of Stone Age's ...Like Clockwork. just good ol classic alt rock baby.
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unfortunately for eddie boy rei cant cry. apparently.
most of the album fits the FLPCxEddie dynamic in my mind, but specially I Appear Missing (edward's pov), Kalopsia & ...Like Clockwork (post-marriage, the bittersweet variety to put it lightly), and the aforementioned The Vampyre of Time and Memory (reisz specifically). i love music yayayay ^___^ all i do is think of fucked up amvs...
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johannestevans · 4 months ago
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i'm a simple man. i see mark wahlberg is in a movie and i think. jesus wept. anything but that
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wordswhisperinthedark · 3 months ago
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Rewatched the episode w/ the fam and I noticed something...
So when Lin Ling does the headbutt after declaring that he chose to become a hero to protect someone he truly cares about, his chara song 'JEOPARDY' gets played; signaling his fight as an ordinary person.
BUT when his Trust Value increases again, 'PARAGON' — Nice's chara song — is what starts to play, and continues playing until his fight w/ God Eye is over.
Isn't this basically highlighting that he is still trapped in the hero system? With PARAGON's lyrics about being a symbol, a model, a guide, it's as if they're saying that Lin Ling is just replacing Nice, but in an even more concrete way now that the switch is fueled by the public? 'JEOPARDY' isn't played as long, perhaps suggesting that Lin Ling as an identity matters less than what he represents?
Maybe if he starts going against the Hero System 'JEOPARDY' will play more?
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