#onenes

[wayti-blog]

When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

[hg-aneh]

blerp

[xxplastic-cubexx]

thought you'd enjoy this art by ozanpulat on insta.

OH I DO I DO VERY MUCH ENJOY THIS

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

bound to break (jolly karlsson x reader one shot)

cw: just angst oops

iwas incredibly proud of him, don’t get me wrong.

i loved his dark eyes sparkling with passion whenever he hit the stage and hit the first snares of his guitar. the concentrated, serious frown and expression he carried during the entire performance, whilst i knew more than anyone how much he was beaming on the inside, like a burning sun filled with passion, radiating to the instrument he’s playing.

but it hurt as well. it hurt that he had to chose between two of the things he loved the most; me, and his career. i wish i could’ve put it differently that night when it all went wrong—wrong for my heart now still desperately aching for him, needing him. for him to come home and wrap his arms around me like a safe heaven, singing me softly asleep, as he noticed i was close to drifting away but just needing to hear his calm and warm voice against my ear, the only thing that made me sleep fully and peacefully.

but i needed to break the silence, the painful eating silence between us whenever we were together and i just had to sit and watch him still being occupied by work instead of holding me like he always used to when he had days off.

“y/n, please. you can’t make me choose—”

“i’m not making you chose, joakim. or at least, i don’t want you to, but… i’m trying to explain to you that that i find it very hard to see you less and less, and now that you’ve just gotten back for three days you have to leave again!”

“i know!” he had yelled back, in frustration, in sadness. “i know, and it’s not like i like it either! but this is an opportunity we as a band have to take, you understand that right? we haven’t been able to play like this for y—”

“i never said i didn’t!” my voice breaks in a hoarse whisper, heart close to breaking as i interrupt him, ‘cause i knew where this conversation would end up to. it was bound to happen for a while now, and we were both tired. tired, yearning for each other every single day, yet our needs never got met. and it destroyed us, slowly but steadily, like a wall between us about to crack with each time we saw each other, waiting to get broken by either of us.

“but you understand that this situation becomes tiring for me, right? joakim, i barely see you and it becomes less and less, shorter and shorter. i miss you, i miss us—i miss who we were and could be!”

a silence is followed, only our ragged breathing being heard in the room around us, and jolly looks at me with a saddening frown, and i know i have the same look at my face, just more frustratedly and tired.

“what are you saying exactly, y/n?” he then asked after a moment, stepping slightly closer, a messy strand of hair escaping from his half up bun that i’m tempted to brush away behind his ear, but i keep both my hands to my side.

“what i’m saying is… i don’t know anymore how we can still make this work between us. i want to, truly, and you know that—but… it’s getting tiring. it’s getting tired to miss my other half, and him not even being with me when we’re together. even at home you’re constantly wrapped up in work, and i can just sit here and watch in silence waiting for you to leave your damn office and become known of my existence again.”

the memory of that night is painful. painful especially when i lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the fabric of the sheets and mattress feeling extra cold now that he is not there anymore to make it warm and comfortable, safe and nice to lay in—i wasn’t able to sleep for weeks after we decided to take a break and see where life would lead us, if the road of this hectic life would take us back together or not.

so far, it didn’t. it seemed like jolly didn’t even want to take the first step. and maybe that was because of his busy schedule, maybe it was because i was too afraid of the reality peeking around the corner and watching me, watching me like a hawk to remind me all of this was never going to work out again, so i didn’t take the first step either. the only way i was in some sort of contact with him, was through a tv screen, watching him perform in a small intimate venue, which was a huge difference from the festival his band had played the night before, and just in general. they were getting more and more successful each day.

i would watch with tears stinging in my eyes, feeling both utterly heartbroken but so proud of him as well. because i knew be belonged to that stage, along with his friends, his brothers, creating music so special, inspiring and important for others with the passion clearly rushing through his body, the body that one held me with so much love and joy, that i couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

because i couldn’t take this type of love and joy from him either, because he was clearly made for this and the stage—and it hurts that he was not made for me, and a life together, after all.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Okay im back guys :) this started as go au then i tried to just draw them aged up and then i realized it just looked like the good okens au. Might also do Link, Scary and Taylor in a bit cause i like the design i made so yeah. Take it either as the au or just aged up.

[harringroveera]

Eddie: When I said you could open up to me, I didn’t think it’d be this babe

[meerealsssss]

take my hand.

take my whole life, too.

for i can't help

falling in love with you.

[ai-qa]

Pocket Dimension - https://www.patreon.com/posts/105737605

bisexual space

help me stay off the streets: http://patreon.com/ratte / http://ko-fi.com/ratte

[thecrowleyeditor]

David Tennant as Crowley

[ineffable-sideburns]

Good Omens really has the layers of an onion and hurts just as much

[chromaji]

thinking about the music i'll be putting in Lost Land Equinox got me wanting to get back to brainstorming about it again. DAMN.

Like in my head i dont think "dungeon crawler in rmmz" will be the most taxing thing to make but then i remember IIII'M da one who's gotta be making all this playable character artwork. And NPC artwork. And at least some chunk of enemies. And enemy balancing. Anyway no wonder some dungeon crawler artists go for a more chibi and/or "same base design" style for their characters bro thats a lotta characters. Also i dont have mz yet.

[wayti-blog]

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.

― Thomas Mann

[iridescentalchemyst]

Tantric: It's more than great sex

The following information is from a website that I reference often, called the Spirit Alembic.All credit goes to the original author known as Khiron and the rest of the members of The Maitreyan Order Of Hsien Tao! Minimal edits added for emphasis of certain points; shared here in hopes of sparking a beautiful discussion about tantrism and how I incorporate its tenets in my own practice! TANTRA:…

[touchlikethesun]

i’m not saying that azi wasn’t absolutely in love with crowley in s1 but i will say in s2 he is so much more bold… the amount of times he’s checking crowley out and getting himself flustered, or getting that little smug look on his face like you know the one the “this boy is mine” face, like, sir- okay-

[clairedelune-13]

My favorite Team.

A Group, really - a Group of the Two of Them.

[theboredbori]

Pspspsps gomens fans, chapter 3 of Re-Canonized by the lovely @snarky-synesthete is here!!!

Go and read about our favorite ineffable idiots through the ages, up until where we left off 👀👀👀

Here's some more close ups, had fun with this one