#burning bundles

[shuttershenanigans]

Product and display photography

Product credits: Prana Shakti (Crystals and burning bundles) Steele's Web (Candles, crystals, and tapestry display) Suzy's Bees (Bees pollen)

[janglingargot]

She gets cold easily, okay?

(Happy winter holidays to all you Hi-Fi Rushers -- and here's hoping for more good news from Tango Gameworks in 2025!)

[cos-latte]

Local Raven spotted Maxing out color burn gave me this terrifying version

[hyperfocusthusly]

Back on my ‘when Zuko is comfortable he is calm, confident and more than a little slutty’ bullshit

[artfullyimprobable]

I've been struggling with crazy bad burn out but MySims has me deep in the depths of rekindled special interest/hyperfixation so have these two random sim portraits :) I was gonna do this old drawing challenge but I think I'm too burnt out to handle it right now :( I encourage others to give it a shot though!

[justcommander]

Now the priests got back home, the family can celebrate! They are kinda forced to work today, you know?

And this is a mash up of my boyfriend's AU and mine. Pretty much we both like to save people that canonically die... And Poor John got a little more scars after the Profane Sabbath. My man set himself on fire, it was bound to happen.

[kachimera]

Forcing hte brain to actually do stuff instead of marinating on social media and exec dysfunction aaaaaaa

[seaweedstarshine]

To soothe the pain, love, while I don't believe the Doctor - that is 1-12, the others might - ever SAID 'I love you' to River, I am convinced they taught her Gallifreyan just so she'd understand they kept tracing 'I love you' onto the back of her hand at random moments

Awwh! :’) I love the idea of the Doctor randomly tracing Gallifreyan on her skin to express all the things that they can’t say! I’d sort of thought River knew Gallifreyan instinctually with it on the TARDIS screens, but with her connection to the TARDIS being so inherent, maybe there’s no need.

…but now I’m imagining River recognizing (with their lives out of order), that the shapes he’s tracing are Gallifreyan circles. And maybe she’d connect the dots and study Gallifreyan on her own. And then she would understand what he’s writing — and start to take it wrong that he’s writing it but doesn’t have the guts to actually tell her, and she would overthink forever but not actually ask him…

Until the Doctor notices asks why she’s being cold — and then she tells him — and he says he thought she already knew—

(Crying and hugging ensues.)

[fox-guardian]

i've been drawing celia's head at a slightly downturned angle this whole time so now drawing her facing normally/slightly upturned feels So Weird like girl your head looks so small now. but it's literally just because im not drawing The Entire Top Of It Now

[ragnars-tooth]

i wanna go back and render the fuck out of these later but i'm Already procrastinating the rest of the video and should probably work on one thing at a time for once in my life.

anyway, haha mothers am i right or am i right? (sobbing)

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

We got some snow and I am SO glad I took a few days off work bc I do not feel up to being outside lmao its fucking cold enough indoors

[andromedasummer]

the animal, 30 minutes after helping me fight off a vestibular migraine, realizing i am eating Bland As Fuck Peckish Crackers (her favourite alongside sweet chili and jalapeño chips) to settle my stomach

[cjgladback]

I am still just over the moon that, because I have the tools to process raw wool into open, organized clumps to spin (hand carders), I also have the means to recycle yarn!

Currently planning a gradient with a small amount of my clearance wool roving mixed into this blue gifted cone that has some cuts across the top--so instead of being doomed to donate short segments to tie around things for decades or eventually stuffing something, it gets to be yarn again! Giving me not only the joy of knitting but also spinning, color mixing, and destruction, in reverse chronological order. Gently pulling it apart and stacking the staple lengths to prep for carding is the only handicraft I've found that's more mindless than stockinette stitch in the round. Simply joyous.

[chirpos-pencil]

Imagine if Makoto is somehow sent back in time to the day he's supposed to recieve the letter from Hope's Peak Academy.

He is standing in front of the gates of his former highschool. He's in the body of his younger self.

The world around him looks fine and normal, nothing unusual - just like it did before the Tragedy.

But all the memories of what he had gone through are fresh in his mind. Monokuma, the Killing Games, Ultimate Despair, his friends, the Future Foundation - everything!

So, he takes the usual path and runs back home, quickly. The letter! It must be at his doorstep now!

He knocks frantically on the door, and Komaru opens it. He asks her if he has recieved any letter from Hope's Peak, and she shakes her head.

His parents come and ask him if everything's alright.

Makoto looks at them, his eyes welling up. They're alive! He runs and hugs them. His mother and father look at each other, wondering why their son is behaving so strangely. Nevertheless, they hug him back.

"Oh, the winner of that draw is announced!" Komaru says, looking at her phone.

"What draw?" asks her mother.

"The lucky draw conducted by Hope's Peak Academy."

And, Makoto feels a chill go down his back.

"It's some girl," Komaru says, showing them the photo of the winner. "Wow, she's so lucky."

Makoto trembles as he stares at the photo of a highschool girl, the proclaimed Ultimate Lucky Student of Class 78.

No, it was . . . It was supposed to be him.

It was supposed to be him!

His family asks him repeatedly what's wrong, but what can Makoto tell them? Whatever he says, they won't believe him at all.

"Are you sad that you didn't win?" asks his mother. "It's okay, you can try again next year."

He drops to his knees, completely dazed.

Instead of him, that girl will go to Hope's Peak Academy. Instead of him, that girl will meet his friends. His very friends with whom he endured hell together and made it through together. His very friends who stuck with him, despite it all, again and again.

And now, his friends are never going to know of his existence.

And he's never going to see them again.

[katerinaaqu]

Aldarn: I think Caleb is really really head over the clouds in love here

Diego: What? Don't be ridiculous! Caleb doesn't just "fall in love"! It is a phase that's all

Caleb: *dacing like the freaking Oddie the dog waving his hands in the air* 🎵 I'M SO EXCITED! AND I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT!🎵

Diego: O-Okay...this seems creepy but that doesn't mean that it is reciprocated...he might grow out of it like...

Dilla: *watching him from a distance smiling softly humming* 🎵 So this is love? Mm-mm Mm-mm... so this is love...🎵

Diego: ...

Diego: Fuck!