hellooooo. It's time to clear out my closet and take care of summer expenses while I continue my excruciating job hunt.
It's an art sale post! 🎨
I have 20 original pieces of art for sale. This includes 5" wood cuts and small canvases that are 6x6 and go up to 12x12.
Price: I have name-your-own-price on many canvases because I want people to have pretty things! Other canvases and woodcuts are $30-$100. Have a look and see if anything strikes your fancy!
Currently shipping US only unless otherwise discussed - please DM me on tumblr or discord if you're outside the US and find something of interest and we can work out shipping.
-> ko-fi gallery 🖼️
-> my redbubble store has all of my previous artwork if you're in the mood for stickers or notebooks.
Reblogs and tips are greatly appreciated. ❤️
ko-fi | redbubble | @snowpinecone | #artdora
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i love your art so much! would you ever sell it anywhere? i wanna print it out and hang it in my room if not LOL
Hello, thank you! Maybe someday, but not sooner ^^"
And totally ok if you turn them into physical media! as long as you use them for personal use.
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wip wednesday
tagged by @jesuisici33 @callaplums @daffi-990 @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie 💖💖
made a bit of progress on the sick fic so here it is🤷
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“Maybe we should get you to a doctor.” Buck muses, wrapping the blanket over Eddie’s shoulders.
“I don’t need- I just closed my eyes for a second. I’m fine.” he grumbles, fumbling with the blanket too long to want to actually throw it off, but he does in the end – he’s cold and refuses to admit it, and he’d rather sit here and pretend he’s fine. He’s impossible.
“Eddie, that cough did not sound fine.” he points out.
“Buck-” he sneezes, and then wraps the sleeves of his hoodie over his palms. Buck raises his eyebrow, and Eddie pointedly avoids his eyes, as he not-so-discreetly wipes his nose with a sleeve.
“I bought tissues.” Buck reaches for the bag and digs out a box, then tries to give it to Eddie, who, instead of taking it, just levels him with a stare, as he sniffles loudly, and swipes a sleeve under his nose again. “Seriously? You’re gonna be gross and disgusting just to prove you’re not sick?” That’s a new level of stubborn Buck hasn’t seen from Eddie yet. He can’t believe this is the man his heart decided it wants. And that even while sick and gross and stubborn and ridiculous, a part of Buck is still endeared by him.
“I’m not.” Eddie insists, sounding so congested Buck swears he can feel it in his own sinuses. “Let me just finish my coffee, and then I-” another sneeze. “Have so much to do today.” he finishes, but at least this time he reaches for the tissues, looking anywhere but at Buck, cheeks red.
“Yeah, no, all you’re gonna do today is rest and take some medicine.” Buck says decisively, then takes the bag in his hand, and slowly starts walking to the kitchen. “Get comfortable, and I’ll just put this all away and be right back. I bought meds, tissues, and something to cook you some soup-” he starts listing off, getting louder the further he gets. “Oh, and stopped by the farmer’s market to get honey. Did you know that honey has antioxidant and antibacterial properties?” he asks excitedly, ready to tell Eddie every single thing he found in his quick research. Buck learned a long time ago that with Eddie he doesn’t need to hold back and can rant and ramble all he wants, and Eddie is happy to listen to him.
“Yeah?” Eddie yells back, voice hoarse and strained. Buck can hear the couch shift as Eddie gets comfortable, maybe even finally lays down. He knows Eddie won’t just give in and admit he’s sick, but this is a start. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?” he sounds genuinely interested, though also really tired.
“I will, just a sec! I’ll make you some tea with lemon and honey, how’s that sound?” he asks, and gets a grunt in response, though he’s not sure if that’s an answer, or if Eddie’s just trying to suppress a cough in an attempt to hide that he’s sick, as if Buck didn’t already know. He chuckles to himself. He really has his work cut out for him today.
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I don't want to jinx it but there's been some slow improvement on the GI front. Definitely not back to normal but substantially better than where I was.
I saw a real improvement when I started pushing myself to get out of the house and enjoy myself as I was able.
Which is just to say genuine joy is a medicine. I often forget that.
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