#it's just a bit surreal

[black-rose-writings]

I am 99% sure of my coworkers is on Tumblr and IDK what to do with that information.

[ink-the-artist]

whats wrong with my dog bruh 😂😭

[bluecapsicum]

[tetzoro]

was officially selected as a team lead for a company wide project :’)

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Japanese Grand Prix - Oscar Piastri

[jellyaibo]

get urself a slightly unsettling dream sphynx for you

[petr1kov]

i've said this before but truly the number 1 reason why i couldn't love silent hill 2 remake despite thinking it is an otherwise fine game is the fact that it does not feel lynchian at all to me. like the most unsettling thing about this horror game to me was seeing how it was very often an almost 1:1 recreation of the scenes from the original in terms of script but executed very differently in tone. and because i almost never see other people talking about this it makes me feel like i'm going crazy lol

[coyote-catcher]

one thing i actually really like about star stable (and wanna embrace more in my own lore building stuff in my brain) is that it doesn't actually matter at all where your character came from, just that they're on jorvik now

[dang-orange]

Btw, here comes some images i have saved on the theme of "The Three Caballeros", because i really love the movie Saludos Amigos (even with the many politics behind it)

[majouartings]

found some some farcilles in my doodle folder that I still kinda like so here you go 💖 lesbian aragorn and arwen you will always be famous

[kjzx]

I think this person just unintentionally described the appeal wtnv has for me

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

For this week's post, I have a very special announcement:

As of the minute of my posting this,

this blog

is officially

A DECADE OLD!

To mark the occasion, I've gone back to my old sketchbook and (at long last!) made a scan of the first drawing I ever posted here...

...which I've used as reference for a redraw🥹

I've been through a lot in the last decade (as you can imagine), and, consequently, the nature of my love for and appreciation of the novel has changed so much through those years; with each subsequent time I've read it, A Tale of Two Cities has meant a different thing to me and held a unique place in my soul, tailored to its shape at that point in time.

That's part of why it has been such an immense, immeasurable joy to have this blog as a constant, a place for me to capture those shapes (and their changing over the years) by providing the good people of Tumblr's A Tale of Two Cities fandom with posts of all varieties. What a wonderful and rewarding place it has been for finding community in which we can all share our collective appreciation for this incredible novel. So if you're reading this, thank you! And I hope this blog has been able to provide for you anything like what it has for me!

Now this post is done, why don't we call a health, dear reader; why don’t we give our toast?

Many more posts - and years - to come, then!

[bluecapsicum]

[five-minute-sketching]

[yume-fanfare]

*shakes you* she was her god she was her universe

this is true cinema i believe this fully. amidst the heavenly choir, the profound monologue and the hopeless situation, a glimpse on how she is still but a childish girl who loves her friend. sua alienstage you are everything

[thetentaclecommander]

Necromancy (18+)

Necromancy (18+) ________________________________________________ Rated E; hard surreal imagery from both povs written experimentally with lots of formatting choices Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Nemesis/Jill Valentine Chapters: 1/1 CW: some very *very* intense dubcon in places, implied mental and physical manipulation, eye trauma, tentacles in not good places, eroticized parasitic movement, really as sympathetic as he can be at times Nemesis is his own cw (full tag list on AO3) ________________________________________________ Excerpt: a crown of staples took up a portion of his face; too broken to be a halo, too dull to be heavenly penetrated his skin holding the two halves together as if hiding a drooping hole. The half trail of them near bisected his face all to hide the obvious of his missing eye of his permanently lessened vision. And she abused this dodging to that gap of breathing room that blind space afforded her. At times she moved so that he could barely register the movement of that hair – that sweaty hair that matted to her face and shifted a strand he could barely see from his limited range of vision. + a crown of flowers sat upon his head, a strange gift his offspring gave him. He did not feel regal nor understood why she would want him to. It sat against his scalp with a stark brightness; and then his mate came and bowed to him with a soft chuckle from her lips. And a part of him could only think of the many ways he could have her kneel, out of sight of the little pup. + her soft tongue brushed and teased along the crown of his hard flesh. He twitched as teeth grazed and then left, leaving him weeping and needy. That soft cheek brushed against him, making him wait, making him whine he wants her now please now now now! Her eyes lidded and he looked into them and how hungry they were, how beautiful they were with flecks of himself dancing in her irises. He was swimming and bathing in her faint blue, like a dragon in her sea. And when he thought he could no longer feel anything more, consuming more of her - she softly breathed

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