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rinshairandthoughts · 1 year ago
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Aight, I'm not really one for advertising, but my BFF just opened an Etsy - Wisterias Hearth - for her hand made /hand thrown pottery, and I can not recommend them more!
The shop is new and she is still working on adding listing and making more all the time, so check back for updates if nothing she currently has is catching you eye, but you like her style.
She does not have a tumblr, but I was so excited about her opening a shop that I got permission from her to post this. ♥
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puppyeared · 3 months ago
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filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^
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barghest-land · 7 months ago
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drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home
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quiddie · 17 days ago
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Just had a friend show me a conversation in a fan discord about Suvi as a Black American woman in the context of the fallout from the election. And honestly? Yeah. The blueprint is simple: Black women are expected to put their own priorities and emotions on hold to show up for everyone else's battles and hold endless space for everyone's feelings while simultaneously weathering attacks on our character (oh she's so angry/aggressive/violent/rude) and authority (she's a woke hire/affirmative action quota/nepobaby) without complaint. We're expected to save the day under nigh-impossible circumstance, and with fewer resources and support that is AT BEST, conditional.
So yeah, relistening to Suvi's speech in The Witness hurts now. Because that's exactly the feeling I'm wrestling with, and what I see mirrored in the Black women around me. We are exhausted and angry and sad. Those voter percentages are a betrayal of "we" that was promised by other marginalized groups when speaking of the interconnectedness of our liberation. And the unexamined expectation that we immediately rise from the depths of our despair to prepare for the next fight is a cruelty. Suvi isn't real, but if this helps lend empathy toward actual Black women in the world, then I'm glad.
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transgendrine · 2 months ago
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something homosexual is in the air, i fear
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benevolenterrancy · 1 month ago
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Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature
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egophiliac · 3 days ago
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I know we're not on the Hearts chapter but, I have a feeling the SSR will be Cater? But also him having the tear animation, since I have a feeling his dream will be a bit like Ruggie's q-q
I'm leaning towards either Cater or Ace, personally! Trey and Deuce have kinda already had their character arcs -- though someone else did mention to me that they thought it might be Trey, because so far all the vices have gotten one. though that might just be coincidence. we'll find out I guess!
my red-string-on-corkboard theory is that Ace is gonna get his arc + UM during whatever goes down with Grim, so while I could be completely wrong, I think it'd be nice if it were Cater's time to shine! ...also I am VERY curious as to what his dream is gonna be. 👀 like, I don't think he's gonna be all angsty or anything, he's a pretty cheery guy even though he pretends to be more vapid than he is, but...what would he be like if he were less. y'know.
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(also I kind of want him to get the focus just because I think it'd be a shame if all he got was a super-quick 'oh his dream is to have a billion followers or whatever, now let's go on to the next person'. c'mon Twst. give him some love.)
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inkskinned · 10 months ago
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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
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notdysfunk · 26 days ago
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MY SUN/MOON BOBBLEHEAD PINS R FINALLY HOMEEE !!!!
Still waiting on my moondrop shaker charm but im SO HAPPYYYYY ☀️🌙‼️💞🤧💕💕💞
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jaxonkreide · 11 days ago
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We miss you. Come return to us… Why did you abandon us?
Last night at 1am I read all about @wasyago's trail's gone cold au and the brain rot immediately caused me to stay up until 5am starting this art before sleeping and finishing it today. Now I'm a little sick and got a sore throat, I think the cave is getting to me too
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nocek · 1 year ago
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Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.
But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P
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rhiangalaxy · 2 months ago
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Shen Bros AUs my beloved (ft. a bonus of Jiu-Ge protecting his didi from potential suitors)
[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. On the left is Shen Yuan, with medium length wavy hair tied up in the back with a ribbon. He is wearing light green and teal robes with the outer robe tied up at the mid-arm. He wears a kind but slightly mischievous expression. He has gold glasses and is holding a closed fan. To the right is Shen Jiu, wearing dark green robes and a disgruntled/angry expression; half of which is covered by a fan. End ID]
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[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. In this illustration the characters are drawn in chibi form. Shen Jiu stands protectively in front of Shen Yuan with a menacing expression and Xiu Ya drawn. Shen Yuan is trying to diffuse the situation by calming SJ down, placing a hand on his arm and wearing a nervous smile. In front of them stands Luo Binghe with a bowl of noodles and Liu Qingge carrying a bag, presumably filled with a monster of some kind. End ID]
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hansoeii · 1 month ago
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Got to meet Laurence Rickard and Mathew Baynton yesterday at MCM! They were so incredibly sweet! I gifted them each a print of my Ghosts illustration and they also signed it for me! ✨️
Someone also posted this gorgeous pic of mathew baynton on twt with my art right next to him hehe 🤭🤭
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andy-clutterbuck · 9 months ago
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The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years
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I know I have other WIPS but I saw the reference on Pinterest and I RAN to do this. Icarus! Tim is a concept I am SO obsessed with
As usual version without overlay is under the cut :D
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sketchy-tour · 11 months ago
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WIP WIP WIP!!!!
Ooooh I dunno what I'm doing but going slower with the colors and shading is kinda fun!!!! Kinda nice! Still feels tedious thoooo. But pop on a video and go to work and suddenly I'm vibing.
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