#need a breather

[sapsolais]

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[maya-chirps]

Besides Autotelic, if you want some good Filipino indie The Ransom Collective has such a good vibe and so does Reese Lansangan for more English OPM songs

For Indie bands that primarily sing Tagalog, besides Autotelic, there's of course Ben&Ben and Up Dharma Down:

There's also Lola Amour that has gained a lot of traction this year with Raining in Manila taking the country by storm (pun intended) but I quite like their song Fallen a lot

[illogicallyx]

the poetry on my dash is making me rip my hair out

[thebedroomblues]

but other than that i really am fine

gifs taken from @darcystarlizzie

nah i’m fine i was just thinking about alex’s and miles’ on stage banter between songs when alex gets all ‘oh yeah?’ and bratty

[tringstarruuu]

Tonight I need your sweet caress hold me in the darknessssss

[acheronist]

hickey's knife super interesting for obvious reasons, but also have you guys ever see some of the other knifes that got fashioned / salvaged from the wrecks.... especially the inuit-made ones....

like these are very beautiful to MEEEEE

[kitamars]

oh no! more ginhiji

[t4tails]

[itsxroxannex]

Oh gosh, you guys, I can't handle this any more..

Not me feeling the urge to draw the same thing but in human form-

Killer belongs to RahafWabas

[karinyecrafts]

hey, if you donate at least $5 to this gofundme and reblog/share this with a screenshot of your receipt i'll make you a five to ten minute doodle :) salma and her mom have become close friends and i'd like to see her and her family reunite somewhere with a steady supply of insulin and far less violence.

BONUSES: donations of $100 or more will get a free 1-2 character commission or a ceramic piece. if you can't donate anything, still spread this! if we get this to 500 notes i'll pick a random reblogger out of a hat and give that person a personalized sketch as well :)

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UPDATE AS OF 8 JUNE 2024: they’re still not even halfway to their goal, and her family narrowly escaped the massacre today. her mom thinks it’s only a matter of time until her children and husband are dead and salma’s an only child and half an orphan. please donate. gazafunds won’t add them to their website even though they’ve been verified by nabulsi.

[rontra]

Persona failteacher yuri, comic #23: about her breaking point (part 2: apartment lore, and the moon) [AU masterpost]

this one alludes to the climax of persona 3, but it's from such a fuzzy outsider perspective that i can't say it constitutes "spoilers" either (due to lacking ... really Any concrete plot details or context). still 🤔 there u go

i think kawakami is not scared of like, ghost stories or horror etc because shes like . there are way scarier things going on in my real life. this is nothing to me. MEANWHILE toriumi's emotions are very easy to stir so she can get caught up in it and get really freaked out. that's how i feel. like kawakami's repressing her romantic side on purpose but i think the resistance to horror is just natural 😂

if i had a nickel for every time toriumi almost told this story but then got scared and backed out of the question i would....well becky is keeping a tally so i'll leave it to her

[mercurianmissy]

Latest batch for the mlp infection au

[kenmaiii]

took a shot at drawing Fel and Gidel + twst oc Joona

[nocofamilyau]

man wtf is up with him?? (15/24)

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[lovesickeros]

☆ glimpse of divinity

{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ] {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.8k

× neuvillette

The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.

..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.

And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.

Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?

He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.

"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."

His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.

"You remind me of someone."

He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.

Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.

"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"

× lyney

He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..

Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.

"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"

He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.

"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."

He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.

His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.

"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!

"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"

He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.

And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.

His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.

"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"