#h: sunlight

[huariqueje]

 White Birch Shadows - William H. Hays , n/d.

American, b. 1956 -

Colour linocut on paper, 12 x 9 in .

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Day 9: Day/Night

Ngl i intended for Monkey King to be night, but I zoned out and forgot what i was doing so we ended up here as usual booois. next time i'll remember what i'm doing and do the less obvious

Prompt List

[evelili]

If you are still doing requests, then can I make one for the ship Pony Sunlight (Princess Twilight x Sunset)? Only if you want though.

enemies to lovers except they skipped a few steps between

[wallpapedits-vvc]

Matching wallpapers #262

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None of this wallpapers/pictures belongs to me, I just do the matching.

[liminally-spaced]

[johnslittlespoon]

i got so hyper–focussed while sat outside for hrs furiously writing the dog coded fic that i got fried to HELL by the sun and now i've been dealing w sunburn for the past few days. labour of love or whatever

[lineffability]

oysters and other remarkable things

Rome, 41 AD

“I’ve never eaten an oyster.”

“Oh-! Ah, well then, let me tempt you to– no that’s, that’s your job, isn’t it.”

About an hour later, though the hour technically had not been invented yet1, a hungry angel and a curious demon were frequenting Petronius’ new restaurant, on account of it doing remarkable things to oysters. Crowley’s mood had mellowed considerably, on account of copious jugs of ‘whatever’s drinkable’ - and maybe, possibly, the remarkable company of a tempting angel. 

Certainly a company much preferable to Augustus ‘Caligula’ Germanicus, a mad tyrant who did not need any making at all. Well, Crowley supposed, more free time for him. And while he had been unable to shake his foul mood all day, it had suddenly dissipated like rain clouds after–well, after the rain. The First One, which reminded him of Aziraphale, and the Big One which reminded him of death and cruelty, saltwater and tears, and of the fact that neither of their head offices were particularly fond of humanity. (And on days like this, Crowley wondered if maybe they were right. Maybe he was passing his time amongst pawns on a chess board and would do well to regard them as such. Maybe then mad tyrants wouldn’t make his skin crawl. Not even the One Big Tyrant, his very boss, elicited any such sort of reaction from him as humans were capable of producing. Who was corrupting whom? Huh.)

But Aziraphale was fond of humanity, was he not? Fond of oysters. Pleasures of the flesh. 

And so, Crowley had had no qualms letting himself be tempted to an oyster, temptations being part of his job description and all, and leading an angel to temptation sure had to count for something on his report card, right? And yet, yet, when the word had so casually slipped out of the angel’s mouth, Crowley had not felt smug. He had felt elated. Charmed. Tempted. 

He was the one who should be doing the tempting,*** damn it!

His train of thought was interrupted when a large bowl of mollusks was placed on the table between them, shells and all. Seawater filled his nostrils. Saltwater and tears. 

read on

[littletavpole]

( @isdeathlystill && original )

Tavara was distracted in the fight and that's what lead to the lethal blow from the undead nurse. But she'd take Karabasan's poison over the ache in her chest seeing his face again as they made their way into camp, her arm draped loosely over Shadowheart and Ellis' shoulders. She could feel her brothers glare aimed at the vampire as they moved her to the pair's tent for healing. Now she had to rest, orders from nearly everyone. Mismatched eyes watched the flames dance around and she didn't need to look up to know who was approaching; her words quick like venom.

"What do you want from me, Astarion?" She didn't look at him. She couldn't. Those rubied eyes were a weakness of hers and she already fell prey to them before.

[i23432i]

Phrases I thought where ways to describe POCs that apparently aren't?? for some reason???:

Tall, Dark, and Handsome: genuinely thought this was about tall black men and would consistently be enraged when someone described as this would be drawn as a white guy

Almond Eyes: I thought this was a way to describe (specially Chinese) Asians, since in older Chinese art their eyes where always the shape of almonds. less filled with rage, more confused why some random white person is in place of mx. almond eyes

Button Nose: I thought this meant having a larger, rounder nose (a common trait in black communities) and genuinely would get upset when someone is giving themselves a "button nose" and then literally just making it disappear into the shadow relm

Bushy Haired: I feel this this is sort of self-explanatory, I just thought all those "bushy haired" girls in books where just black and either a) couldn't be bothered to put it into a braided style (from what I know those take fucking hours, so all power to ya girls) or b) where letting their natural hair breathe (cause, again from what I know, that's pretty important to hair health)

Tanned: I have no excuse for this one, really. I grew up in a predominantly Mexican area, and there you where either Latino or paler than paper and turn lobster red in the sun. so, therefore, tanned = latin-american of some kind

Needless to say, I did not understand why POCs where upset about lack in representation until much later in life

[deus-ex-mona]

gonna spread misinformation and tell my bro’s grandkids that dd are genderbend lxl

[arcthriftjockey]

Ever heard of something called, "YAOI"? It's Japanese, only for men who are gay with any emotions that surrond, like seen in this picture, Squidward's a Gay Rainbow, SpongeBob's Green With Envy, and Mr. Krabs is seen with Yellow and Pink Stripes, for Sunlight and Sex.

[lendelleaves]

YALL MY BESTIE JUST SENT ME THE MOST DEVASTATING HC IVE EVER READ THAT SHIT IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL OHHH MY GODDDDD

[aestrologist]

<3 <3

[valctovoel]

Another batch!

[fideidefenswhore]

henry and anne, the worst two people in england. 

[apas-95]

uooooogh the christian God is actually deer skull and raccoon salmon in pickup truck ooooooooooooooo and She (god) (usually refererd to as Male but im Queering it) talked to me in parking lot and said uh h Life Is Decay Anr Rotting and Sunlight is actually the souls of deer skull and i was like woah but im just little old me from somewhere in the contiguous USA and She (god) (Queering it) said being Yourself is th e most important thing and that i should Vote