#divulge;

[ghostbc-headcanons]

this isn't finished enough for my art account on here, so here it goes! i have a lot of thoughts about that priest . and papa v but yknow priorities right

[mroddmod]

bounty hunters, amiright?

[milkywaev]

Woman (Pure Vanilla Cookie) with a parasol (stick to beat Shadow Milk Cookie’s ass)

Ref: Woman with a parasol by Monet

I like the bg but hate how i colored pvc and smc 💀

[mechanoize]

i hate summer so bad

[the-woman-upstairs]

As much as I adored all of Key’s murderous displays of devotion towards Rae, what really sent me into an emotional tailspin was when Rae, after listening to Key talk about his father, immediately stripped out of her expensive dress and sold it so he could have the wealth necessary to protect his father’s grave. That was a top-tier, swoon-worthy display of love and I don’t blame Key for completely devoting himself to Rae in that moment.

[rowdyluv]

Quinn PLEASE. We all know you, luke, and Jack will be arguing at the dinner table about hockey. Queen Ellen sold you all out.🩵

[sciderman]

the mcrib is back

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[dataframe]

「 I turned my eyes away and lived 」 truth of the immortal alliance conference comes to light

[ID: Scum Villain fanart, set in Proud Immortal Demon Way. In image one, Shang Qinghua bids the viewer (Mu Qingfang) goodbye with closed eyes and a smile as he walks toward Mobei-jun. Ice arrows threaten to pierce him; dry blood trails his step and coats his uniform, hands, and face. In image two, Mu Qingfang is kneeling, surrounded by fire and silhouettes of dead disciples, looking upon the viewer (Shang Qinghua) with a stricken expression. Their hair is disheveled and fresh blood soaks their uniform and cheek. A hand lingers on their sword, hesitant to unsheathe it. END ID]

[divorceblogger]

skimming the vampire armand. the show seems to pull armand’s vampiric eye colour specifically from marius’s perception of them (the violence lives on in his body). this scene takes place soon after marius purchases him from the brothel and just before he rapes him, after going into lengthy detail about armand’s physical attributes that prompted him to develop an attraction to him. ‘the universal tongue’ in question also conveys rapacious intent - marius forcibly establishes a mental connection irrespective of armand’s capacity to participate in meaningful communication; armand is in a foreign land and is incapable of any reciprocation in thought and speech at this point, and marius metaphorically penetrates his mind to lay out the identifiers of his body that he finds appealing before he assaults him.

armand’s body and identity thereafter is modelled after the future marius envisions for him when he purchases him: to develop a companion who’s receptive to his teachings and takes up his philosophies without any resistance. this is also literalised by him renaming amadeo (‘beloved of god’). the show takes this a little further - it asks you to consider the degree of racialised violence flavouring marius’s treatment of armand when he consents to exchanging his body in return for depictions of him that are intentionally modelled to be inaccurate while simultaneously forcing him to participate in scenes that convey exploitation and subservience.

[flowerakatsuka]

some random ship & oc charts i filled out recentlyyy

blank vers : 01 + 02 + 03

[blank-house]

Bestie you can't say Jamie has a fav car and not tell us what it is.....

sure we can!

[tulikettuun]

A loose collection of frames (WIPs) from an animatic I’m working on :P

[urfavoritemistake]

fiddleford mcgucket and things that go bump in the night

i understand why people like to explore scenarios in art/fic where fiddleford is aware of bill and has face-offs with him while he's in ford's body, or he works with stanley to try and get ford back post-portal incident, but to me personally? nothing beats the canon scenario where he is left entirely in the dark. because it's so horrifying.

you know the principle of horror that the monster is much scarier when it stays in the shadows than when it's revealed, usually towards the end of a story, because until then, it's left to the depths of your imagination to fill in the blanks? fiddleford chooses to not investigate those shadows, and even further enshrouds what he fears in darkness, because he's too scared of what he might uncover. he's the child who refuses to check for the monster under the bed and instead stays awake all night under the covers frozen in terror. that's the appeal of his character to me.

canonically, he doesn't know bill or stan exist. because ford refused to even trust his best friend with the knowledge of his muse, or anything about his past, even the fact that he has a twin. he actively hides childhood photos of him and stan from fiddleford. presumably, in college he kept all their conversations strictly to their interests and passions.

can you blame fiddleford for becoming infatuated with the guy? a talented, bright, yet mysterious individual. he probably longed to slowly break down those walls and gain his trust, learn more about this man who has made an effort to be unknowable. happily offered up stories of his own life back in tennessee, his family and aspirations, and prayed one day ford would do a little of the same. but he respected him too much to pry.

and then, when they reunite, he slowly notices his dear friend acts a little Off sometimes. unnatural. but how well does he really know him anyway? surely he speculates about the life ford is hiding from him, people he may be talking to, mental afflictions he may have, but he can't pin down anything due to how left in the dark he is, and his own fear of asking too many questions and overstepping boundaries. so he can only suspect. ultimately all he knows is there is some sort of evil afoot, and the machine him and ford are building will bring it about. all he has to go off of is his calculations and a vague dread.

until he starts making the choice to forget, which may be a little easier since there's already so much he knows he doesn't know. what's the harm in losing a bit more, especially stuff that is causing him pain?

and so he starts to lose his mind in turn, and he can feel it as it's happening. he knows he can't trust his deteriorating memories. but he can't stop because of the mechanisms of addiction.

and maybe one day, before everything is entirely gone, he's made aware that stanford pines, his ex-friend, has converted his lab into a tourist attraction. not one fiddleford can afford to attend with his increasing reliance on dumpster diving and beggaring to get by, mind you. but perhaps he gets a glance at the proprietor, this man claiming to be stanford pines, and feels that old sense of wrongness in his gut.

he's pretty sure that's ford's face, but something's off about it. and his hands. something's wrong with his hands. didn't ford have something with his hands? fiddleford didn't notice it at first in college until ford pointed it out because he's mighty insecure about it, but he's forgotten what it was. but honestly, how much of his own fragmented memories can he even trust?

he feels a shiver down his spine. perhaps it's best to forget about stanford pines altogether.

[mechanoize]

i am being held captive by my own brain it's telling me I need to doodle them NOW and CONSTANTLY

[irafook]

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you