#ca 2017

[marejadilla]

Enrico Robusti, "Cenerentola perde la sua scarpa", ca 2017. (Cinderella loses her skeleton-shoe), Italian b. 1957.

[lennies-blog]

Frederik Vesti appreciation post no. 738478

Baby Fred Edition with old pictures I found on his Instagram 🥹🫶🏻

[drawingducktalesducks]

Webby falling in love of Lena’s Italian speaking? 🙏❤️

Lena: No.

Webby: Please? Please please pleeeeeease???

Lena: Webby I can't.

Violet: You most assuredly can. Italian is your first language.

Webby: AND I'VE NEVER HEARD YOU SPEAK IT! I HAVE A LENA DEFICIENCY!!!

Lena: Sure ok but like... I still can't.

Webby: Aww, why?

Lena: .... i get tongue-tied when you look at me like that.

Webby: O-oh really??

Violet: If that were true then you should revert to your native tongue and be incapable of speaking in English when around her.

Lena: Vi I swear-

Webby: Wait SHE'S RIGHT! Lena pleeeeeeeese!!!!!

Lena: Ugh.

Webby: PleEEEEESE? For me?

Lena: Vita mia, I can't believe I'm doing this...

Lena: Lliévace 'o mmale 'a tuorno.

Violet: No.

Lena: Ha! Nu sputà 'ncielo ca- 'nfaccia te torna!

Violet: Indeed it has. On you.

Lena: Lota.

Violet: Rude.

Webby: ........ wow....

[geddyqueer]

a steddie antarctica fic could never work because eddie would not pq nor would he be able to pass the drug test. nor would he even be extended an offer in the first place because they get so many applications for each position that they wouldn't even bother interviewing him.

[remembertheplunge]

It heals you from the inherent darkness of our social fabric

Upstairs Preservation Coffee. April 14, 2017 11:44am

A friend of mine here just inquired “What’s it about? What’s the project? You could be murdered. I worry about you.’”I replied “It’s not a project. It’s an encounter. It just happens.”

They can’t see the freedom it allows—it’s a key out of self prison—

Touch the cold.

Enter the dark zone.

The dark of the jail and of the street

Embrace and liberate.

You are the one who is healed

End of entry

Margin note to above: May 29, 2017:

—the side liners. The slow movers. The outsiders. Are the ones most interesting.

Healing comes from the sacred encounter. 

End of entries

Notes September 24, 2024

By April 14, 2017, I had been involved in having encounters with the homeless, including letting them stay in my house, for about a month. I told a friend at Preservation Coffee about this and she asked “What’s the project? And she followed up with “You could be murdered”. 

As I told the homed (those who had a home) about my homeless encounters in an effort to encourage them to do the same, I knew I was being shut out when they said “You could be murdered.” And , many of them said this. This was their signal to me that they could not go there regarding “seeing the homeless”. They chose the safety of “not know”.Their shield was to bandy about the “you could be murdered” slogan. Which, I respected.

But, they then would never know the healing you can obtain from the homeless encounter. I heals you from the  inherent darkness of our social fabric.

[keekity]

tired freelance botanist & her extra ass wife

[static-electric-dreams]

The elders say it appeared on our land on the seventh sun of the Coldest Time.  We were a prosperous people, living peacefully of the land, taking only enough to feed ourselves.  We scavenged foods from the lands, from the plants and the castoffs from the Old Ones, too large and ancient to notice.  Some of us worshipped the Old Ones for their benevolence and mercy in providing us with food and shelter through the works of Their Hands.  The Old Ones rarely paid attention to our prayers.  Or, maybe they did, and we just didn’t like their answers.

Back to the Thing.  It didn’t look like anything anyone had ever seen; it did not resemble the structures we built for ourselves, or the ones we had seen in old books, in tales of the Old Ones and our own ancestors.  It looked impossible, and smelled rancorously sweet, like pure honey.  Its walls extended up, up, up into the sky, smooth and white as riverstone, and broke into large doorways on each side.  No one knew what to make of it at first; an emergency meeting was called to discuss the Thing.

“Something must be done!” the people clamored.  “Is it safe?  What of the children?”

Big Tall, right hand to the Queen, approached with arms outstretched, eyes slowly traveling over the crowd.  Everyone hushed under the gaze of his dark eyes, his stern face.  He waited for total silence before speaking, his voice loud enough to ring through the chamber, loud enough to reach the Queen in her quarters nearby.  “We understand your concern,” he said, speaking, as always, for himself and for Her Majesty.  “We know that you are frightened.”

“What is it?” cried a voice.  It was Nimble Legs, daughter of Many Mother.  She stood tall, cupping hands around her mouth so her voice could reach Big Tall on his platform.

“We do not know,” Big Tall hummed.  “But we must find out.  We will send our finest soldiers to investigate it, and they will report what it is and if it is safe.”

So it was done.  Big Tall sent out his soldiers: Sharp Teeth, Strong Grip, and Keen Eye.  They gathered themselves, spoke gravely to their families, and left the city, off to investigate the Thing to see what it was and what It wanted.  Sharp Teeth took the lead, fiercely protecting his comrades; Strong Grip traveled in the middle, placing a hand on his comrades here and there to assure them that they were safe; Keen Eye walked behind, looking out to be sure that no one would attack her and her comrades from behind.  

It was the beginning of the Coldest Time; the three soldiers protected each other not just from predators, from the creatures of the night, from the perils of travel, but from the chill itself.  Their line grew longer and shorter as they nestled together for warmth and safety, whispering reassurances and questions into each other’s ears.

“What do you think the Thing is?” asked Keen Eyes.

“I think it’s a hoax,” Strong Grip said haughtily.  “I think it never existed in the first place, and those who saw it, perhaps were confused and truly saw a large stone or an early snow.”

“I trust Big Tall,” Sharp Teeth said.  “He has never steered us wrong before, and so I don’t intend to steer him wrong.  We must find the Thing, approach It, and find out what It wants.”

The others could not argue with this; the trio continued in relative silence, protecting each other against the cold.

They arrived at The Thing before sundown.  It was so imposing, even in the waning light; it cast a shadow upon the Three Brave Soldiers, and, brave as they may be, they were afraid.  After a short silence, Sharp Teeth spoke up.  “Come on, soldiers.  We have a mission.”  With that, he stepped up to the Thing and moved toward one of the doorways.

Keen Eye looked behind her, and all around her, before urging Strong Grip inside after Sharp Teeth, and then following herself.  The interior was dark.  But they could all smell the sweet scent, like honey in a flower, like milk and sugar.  What had before registered as overwhelming now seemed enticing and beautiful.

Strong Grip spoke first. “Is it food?”

“It smells like food,” Sharp Teeth agreed.

“Is it safe?” Keen Eye asked.

“Someone should taste it,” Sharp Teeth said.

The three looked between each other in the dim light.  In the end, it was Sharp Teeth who agreed, arguing that he was the strongest--even stronger than the mighty Strong Grip--and would be most likely to survive if poisoned.  He scooped up some of the sweet goop in a hand and touched it to his lips.  The others watched as he slowly took some into his mouth, holding their breaths as he tasted it.  No one spoke for several minutes.  Finally, Sharp Teeth spoke.

“It is delicious,” he said.  “And I feel fantastic.  We should bring this back to the city, to share with everyone.  This year, no one will want for food.”

The other two shouted with joy; they gathered up as much of the Stuff as they could and marched in their line back to the city.  Big Tall was waiting for them on their return.  “Well?” he demanded.  “What have you learned?”

“The Thing is full of delicious Stuff,” Sharp Teeth cried.  “We brought it back for everyone to try.  But even our strong and many arms could not carry it all; we need help transferring the Stuff from the the Thing back to our city.”

Big Tall smiled and nodded with joy and satisfaction.  “You have done well,” he praised them.  “Place the Stuff in the main chambers for everyone to eat, and I will send more with you to harvest it.”

So it was done.  The three soldiers soon became many, traveling back and forth from the Thing to bring its bounty to the city, where Big Tall encouraged its citizens to eat, drink and be merry.  Everyone gathered for a feast, eating the delicious, sweet Stuff until their bellies were full.  Big Tall had a generous portion brought to the Queen, but She refused.

“I do not eat anything I have not seen before,” She droned.  “You may consume this Stuff, but I will stick to what I know.”  Big Tall gave Her his respects and his apologies, quietly eating Her portion instead.

Everyone had a wonderful and prosperous evening, full of laughter and merriment.  They soon retired to their beds, heavy with sleep and laughter.

Many did not awake.  Those who did felt sick and disoriented; Big Tall, sweating and staggering, went to find the soldiers who had brought the Stuff.  “We are betrayed!” he cried to them.  “You have killed us!”

Keen Eyes knelt by the bodies of her fallen comrades, weak and sick herself.  “I am sorry,” she rasped.  “We took and ate from the Thing and we felt no ill effects!  We wanted only to share with everyone!”  But as soon as she said it, Keen Eyes too fell to the ground.

Big Tall was distraught.  He moved from home to home, checking on his subjects.  Many Mother had fallen ill; Nimble Legs had died.  All those who Big Tall had known and cherished eventually fell until he, too, succumbed to the poison.  He expired on the steps to the Queen’s chambers.

It was a massacre.  Anyone who had eaten the delicious, sweet Stuff perished within the next sun.  The Queen mourned quietly, but knew She would have new subjects before long; She always did, and She had outlived many others before, relying on Her noble, queenly wisdom and Her unique position of safety.  

Now, seasons later, as we hear the story of the fallen city and the Thing that destroyed it, we remember never to eat from the foreign, from the gifts of the Old Ones.  We sometimes see Things ourselves, or perhaps The Thing, monolithic, uncaring, and terrible.  We remember our fallen ancestors; we remember our Queen and Her Infinite Wisdom.  Yet we all await the day that the Old Ones leave us a gift we are too foolish, too curious to resist.  This, warns the Queen, will be our downfall.

We await it.

[faerieologyy]

pov : you wake up and its 2017 , all is good

[culdeefell-sims]

Tee shirt collection! Artemis Fowl, the Owl House, Ducktales

On my journey to learning how to Sim, I've uploaded a few simple tee shirt retextures + a bonus sweater.

All graphics are designed by me and also available for purchase IRL on my Redbubble, linked in the title. I'm still figuring everything out, so my style of graphics absolutely WILL change time and time again.

The designs from the shirts are references to Artemis Fowl, the Owl House, and Ducktales 2017.

Including the following designs:

-Artemis Fowl "Randomosity" Tee (T-E)

“Very well, I promise. So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt" Artemis took several breaths. "Does the T-shirt have any writing on it?" A rustling of paper crackled through the phone's speakers. "Yes, it's so cool. There's a picture of a boy who for some reason has no neck and only three fingers on each hand, and behind him in this sort of graffiti style is the words RANDOMOSIY. I don't know what that means but it sounds really current." 'Randomosity,' thought Artemis, and he felt like weeping.”

-Artemis Fowl Various Designs Tee (T-E)

Various references to the different books in the series. I've even included a variation on the D'Arvit design in the new movie Gnommish, though we do not talk about that movie.

-Artemis Fowl D'Arvit Sweater (T-E)

The text bar on her chest displayed one word in block capitals. It was the same word that she had shouted just as the hydrogel had frozen the text display: “D’Arvit,” swore Holly under her breath, which coincidentally was the same word frozen on her chest.

-The Owl House "Be Gay, Do Witchcraft" Tee (T-E)

Be gay. Do witchcraft. Perhaps I ought to make one for Eda, too.

-Ducktales McDuck Family Field Trip Tee (CU)

Huey made matching tee shirts for all his family! It's a shame they're all, well, Huey-sized. (Wish I could've found a better quality screenshot from the episode!)

Unisex, bgc, download on Patreon! Let me know if you use, please? Free to recolor, re-edit, however you please, as long as you credit the graphics to me.

[soullessjack]

I cant sleep and I have a headache so I feel like complaining. the spn fandom is so fucking unfunny I’m sorry. at this point we have to either breaking-badify it or take it out behind a shed

[warmglowofsurvival]

[four-bastard-bustle]

Every now and then i see a post i really relate to and then i see it was rbed by one of my ew mutuals tagging it as Tord and i just kind of have to sit there in my favourite red hoodie with the black accents and sigh to myself

Just a glimpse into my daily struggles

[boossimsblog]

old simblr would’ve ate her up lmaooo

[districtsleepsalonetonight]

I’m never recovering from this seven year old Mileven and Destiel comparison post and whoever wants to take it from me will have to prise it from my cold dead hands

Do you ever want to scream because Dean and Cas are written so innocently, almost like they’re a middle school couple trying to figure out their feelings for each other?

[remembertheplunge]

I met Kyle K on Telegraph Ave in Berkeley, California on 5/14/2017. He was a handsome blonde 20 year old artist and “Nomad”. He and a friend were headed to Berlin Germany for an adventure. I sat on my back pack as he “drew” me a painting as we dined on Piology Pizza. He drew his painting on the pizza box top. I think that I paid him $25 for his work of art.

[tannu30]

Car Stereo with SatNav for SUZUKI Baleno | 2017-2020 | V6 | 9″ inch