#open Gallery Night

[believing-is-seeing]

The stairs up to the organ

Open Gallery Night

At the Cathedral of the Madeleine

Salt Lake City, Utah, USA

February 2023

[cactihut]

concept: modern au where elizabeth & james have dreams about knowing each other in 1700s port royal but have never met irl until some fateful day when they come across one another in a destinies entwined moment except this time they’re finally joined

[moominpopzz]

Hi chat will i be thrown to the wolves if I publicly admit the hoyoverse autism got to me

[agblend13]

It may be easy, in some ways, for a human to come to terms with the Wood Bots' tireless search for knowledge throughout the galaxies and dimensions, because we can tell ourselves it's like being a scientist, or being nosy. But it's what they do with their newfound information we haven't been able to fathom. One wonders whether it is knowing for knowings sake. However, we all have heard that the living forestplanet of Ximia from where they emerge functions as a singular consciousness, which could indicate realms of thought inconceivable to our small disassociated brains. Do you think we will ever understand? ✦✹✶

"Wood Bot Finds The Golden Harvest" is on view at La Luz de Jesus Gallery for the month of August as part of their Everything But The Kitchen Sink group show. And if you can't go in person, do yourself a favor and check out the show online at laluzdejesus.com ♡ Anka

[sysig]

One better (Patreon)

[holdoncallfailed]

"i don't ever want to be susceptible to anyone else's version of my history."

happy birthday to nan goldin (born september 12, 1953)

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Look, I just want everyone to know that if you think dnd is just a bunch of cringey freaks who live in their moms basements and never get laid, awkwardly roleplaying combat scenes, you’re wrong

It’s actually a bunch of horny little weirdos rolling to see if they can score with the sexiest pirate captain, a collective of queers cheering on their half-orc criting their roll to rock their impromptu drag performance, a tiny little cat person throwing a dagger onto the arena during a steam skating match and nearly killing their team mates (who still won anyway)

Everyone has like, 4 d20s each just in case you gotta put one in dice jail, my dm has a tiny little set that you have to use if you forget your dice at home, and our favorite npc is a pirate named Smithy who straight up has half a wooden body.

And more often than not, you get a couple of these gems:

“Jonathan, you’re gonna be Gonathan if you don’t get out there!”

“So you’re less likely to be Gonathan and die! Do you like living?”

And my one of personal favorites… “If we keep waiting, we’ll have ourselves a little army…of idiots.”

[magentagalaxies]

going to a comedy open mic tomorrow mostly to watch my friends (it's at a cool venue that my improv troupe performs at once a month and a few improv troupe friends are doing standup there) but when these friends were asking if i'd be interested in coming they were like "btw there's usually a ton of open spots on show days if YOU want to do something... and they're not strict about it only being standup either, people have done character pieces and sketches etc like they embrace the weirdness... and they're not strict about time limits you could probably do anything between three and eight minutes... sometimes if there's not enough people signed up they'll even let you go twice..." and i'm like god damn it i thought i was gonna take a break from aubrey but this setup is like tailor made for an aubrey appearance lmao

[believing-is-seeing]

Open Gallery Night

at the Cathedral of the Madeleine

Salt Lake City, Utah, USA

February 2023

[enchaentingly]

“Looking for something?”  / Riven

late night wanderings sentence starters, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

       upon the hearing of another voice, company, any at all, allie smiles, soft and sweet. comforted by the sound of someone she didn’t know, someone she hasn’t met. she kind of forgets whatever she was looking for, that something fizzling out as her eyes light up with interest.  “ um, probably. ”  allie looks around, like the answer will be plastered somewhere around the room. the quiet swarms again, in the brief moment of breathing, and she realizes what she had been running from. it had been time for a walk, some more wandering. “ maybe, like, a door. or a window, i can climb! ”

       she supposes she’s always a little lost looking. but that’s just how she is. wandering into a new city is all kinds of lost, but she has fun that way. how else would she find anything new? or anyone?  “ what about you? are you looking for something? ”

[ritterdoodles]

Saw someone on twt say they couldn’t be a yumejoshi anymore because they liked ymnh too much,

meanwhile I’m the opposite because I’m veering dangerously close to that boundary…

[welcome-to-the-night-gallery]

An portal open to the beyond and a staircase landing halfway between places: a liminal space

Foyer - Michael Banning , 2022.

American , b. 1966 -

Oil on linen over panel , 35 x 36 in.

[mrbopst]

The Electric Football Game Art Show. Opening Night. Now. Ada Gallery. 8/7/2015

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Artists who are too good to talk with the gallery staff like... sir if you do not talk to me I can not put together your show.

[thebibliosphere]

I’ve had an increase in rainbow aura with my migraines lately (I used to get them once a year, if that. Now, I’ve had it twice in one month) so I’ve become somewhat paranoid whenever something flashes over my vision.

Sometimes, it's just light reflecting off my phone, but it still makes me freeze up in a fear response when it happens because it usually means I’ve got about 20 minutes before I’m in agony.

Apparently, this new paranoia extends into my dreams now, too, because I was running down a long corridor, aware that there was something behind me that I needed to escape, but all of a sudden, in my dream, rainbow zigzags consumed my vision, and I stopped, dead and went, “fuck, migraine.”

That's when I became aware of James Bond/Daniel Craig standing beside me, gun drawn.

“Oh, shit. Do you need to lie down?” he asked while I stared at him.

I said, “What about the thing chasing us?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, darling. If you need to lie down you can lie down. I’ll just kill them.”

I blinked at him for a bit, still winded from running then said, “Sure,” starting to get to my knees, ready to lie down on the cold stone floor beneath us.

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Kill ‘em. I’m just gonna...” I gestured vaguely at the floor. “Be right here, I guess.”

“You can go upstairs, you know,” he said, loading a fresh clip into his gun. “This museum has a hotel on top of it.”

“Oh good,” I said, starting to suspect this was a dream and not Daniel Craig about to murder the people chasing me because I had a migraine. “I’ll do that then.”

So I got back up and started climbing the stairs that looked an awful lot like the stairs in the Kelvin Grove Art Gallery, only to abruptly walk into Deathstroke and Nightwing doing their best to kill each other in the corridor of what was clearly a hotel based on the room service tray Nightwing was using to deflect projectiles.

They froze. I looked at them. They looked at me. “I’ve got a migraine,” I said,

“Shit, sorry,” Nightwing said, putting down his tray as both men stepped back to let me walk down the decimated corridor. “We’ll be more quiet.”

“Room 13 is open,” Deathstroke helpfully informed me.

“Is there a body in it?” I asked, now leaning against the wall, less walking along, more sliding.

“Not anymore.”

“Do you need anything?” Nightwing asked, “pain killers? Ice pack?”

I waved them off and made my way into room 13 where David Jason dressed as Detective Jack Frost looked up at me from the book he was reading on the bed.

“This is a dream,” he informed me.

“No it isn’t,” I said, despite knowing it was as I hobbled over to the bed and flopped down beside him. “And this room was supposed to be empty.”

“Open, not empty,” corrected Jack Banon who had taken David Frost’s place, dressed like young Alfie from Pennyworth as he sat beside me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “There’s a very distinct difference between the two. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Who do you think moved the body?”

“I need to sleep,” I said, “if I can fall asleep, the migraine might go away.”

“That's all right,” he said. “You do that. I’ll make sure no one else comes in. Oh, just one thing before you do.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't quite see and held it out to me. “You’ll need this.”

“What is it?” I said, my brain doing the dream thing where it refuses to read books or interpret numbers correctly. “I can’t see, what is it?”

“Oft, sorry. Can’t tell you that. More than my job’s worth.”

“You’re job...”

“Yeah.” and thats when he leaned over, stuck me with a needle and said, “Night night.”

And I woke up to the sound of @mothman-etd getting into the shower and Holly Mop wiggling under thre covers with me.

First words out of my mouth were, “What the fuck?”

And then I immediately pulled up Tumblr to write this down before I forget it because what the fuck.

Didn't wake up with a migraine though so... *knock on wood*