#posting on postage

[pencilnewt]

penguins stamps part 2: crosby collage edition :)

[azultecnicolor]

Husbands postage stamp ( ˘ ³˘)

PRINTS

[ifitwasediblewouldyoueatit]

postage stamps

[claudiablogger]

i love your takes on armand,he gives the ick but it’s fascinating at the same time lol what is your take on loumand from armand side? do you think he genuinely liked louis at some point?! it was all about his obsession with lestat? why he wanted to keep him so bad,again,only bc of lestat(i hope not tbh)? did he love him? idk after the last two episodes i bounce so much with this!!

thank youuu everyone loves an evil man until they get one and suddenly he's their canceled wife. or a doe eyed twink. or an overgrown teenager. anything but the actually interesting version of himself presented in the source material. but i digress imo armand absolutely loves louis he's so. his hunger is bottomless and he pours all of it into louis and by god will he ensure louis takes it. without complaint too we wouldn't want to get hysterical now would we dear not in this already fragile state. anyway i do think the choices armand makes in no pain are incredible (scarily straightforward) foreshadowing for the latter half of s2. like base conditions and consequences 1. he wants a relationship with louis on his own terms (on coven terms he set) or not at all; 2. he expects louis to make the necessary unquestioning sacrifices for acceptance and for their romance--first his freedom, then claudia; 3. and in the absence of this sacrifice he kills him/possesses him completely when that fails--e3 ends with armand deciding not to kill him but instead have sex with him. and the trial's ordeal ends with their eternal companionship built on armand's lie . othello had to kill desdemona bc if she could betray her father to marry him she could betray him to sleep w someone else etc it's all about making sure the wife knows her place

in dubai he's definitely a hundred percent in love w louis + having been shown their bedroom i don't subscribe to the bed death theories. but imo louis doesn't have the breadth of choice to ever meaningfully reciprocate. his love is a small box....it's all carefully curated to ensure he appears louis' only option and his best chance at enduring vampirism + the sickness of living without claudia. in his mind he keeps louis because he loves louis. he keeps louis because he wants complete control over his own illusion of servitude. he keeps louis bc he's earned the right to louis + his companionship

i do genuinely think his obsession w lestat is different entirely; armand respects lestat too much to ever love him the way he loves louis. man to man lmao.....he knows lestat can't be possessed the way louis can and his envy is only amplified by louis' love for him. i also do think in his eyes he just vibes w louis better (while in her eyes well. armand voice your wife is counting down your thrusts) while his relationship with lestat 1. was primarily antagonistic 2. was edited to fit the narrative of his powerlessness + being wronged by him in order to appeal to louis' sympathies 3. eventually became about louis' love and louis' choices . yay

[isbergillustration]

I am going to throw either me or my printer or both out of this fifth story window I want to fucking die

'edit: got it working so i am human again

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

king gizzard dropping the petro longsleeve shirt on the europe online store on my birthday when i already enlisted the help of a brave tumblr mutual to buy it from the merch stall at a USA show and post it to me FOR MY BIRTHDAY is so funny

[creature1959]

🌀💀 Day 20: Slothing Towds Bethlehem USPS NEEDS A NEW INTERNATIONAL STAMP DESIGN 📒🖍

I’ll make it there and proceeds from this stamp will help make that possible. 💌

[feminerds]

07 April 2024

26.6% of the Year

Creature

Frottage - Verbatim Floppy Disc (HD) labelled: TROUBLE! ok. OK!

I always feel like I'm overstating my progress, but like it really was May 1st 2019 when I wrote my dangerfield resignation letter.

Every time I leave a situation frustrated and filled with the spirit of the stairs, I have to remind myself (over and over and over) - No Grit. No Pearl.

I came here looking for trouble, because that's when you learn and... I can't seem to find anything else!

Never Post - Never Post Podcast. (Australia Maria Island TAS 10c Postage Stamp)

[benkaden]

Briefmarke / Postage Stamp / Timbre-poste

France / Frankreich Agnès Varda 1928-2019 Ausgabetag: 04.02.2024 Motivvorlage: Didier Doussin

[wilderbas]

⟢ wishing we would go back to regional postage stamps and fuck off the monarchy altogether. designed these upon last month’s scottish & orcadian travels

[life-spire]

[stamplover]

greetings: peter rabbit 2021

[kirbyfigure]

hii, can you please make users with "kaoru"?

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ stamps

[penpalking]

31 July, 2024

I woke this morning, with a strong desire to saunter through the woods. The morning was still, not a sound caressed my ear drum. I looked around, nonplussed. The curtains drawn, my room fully veiled in black. What, pray, had woken me? I glanced around once more, not able to put two and two together. But then it hit me. It was a feeling, deep within my soul. It was as if an old friend had rung me up, and had impressed upon me a desire to spend much needed time together. I felt the call, the longing - and I knew I must answer.

Bracing myself against the cold, I quickly got dressed. One leg, two legs. One arm, two. On my way out of my room, I picked up un ami - my trusty knit cap. I had a feeling it would be needed. Making my way across the landing, I chanced a gaze outside through a slightly frosted window. I had to catch my breath. Lo and behold, yonder - thick mists embroiled & wrapped around the grey trunks of the tall wooden soldiers standing guard at the edge of the clearing. Their branches wholly still, outstretched, enveloped in thick fog. My, what a majestic and magical sight it was!

I skipped down the stairs, ran to the coat rack, threw on my wintery coat, my wintery boots - I was out the door.

The grass was lightly frosted, crunching amicably underfoot. I took in a deep breath and soon felt the long fingers of winter reaching through my nostrils, down my throat, and into my very lungs. It's grip was strong, but not wholly smarting. A few tears formed at the edges of my sight, a side-effect of this wintry weather.

I made my way down an icy path 'tween the trees, a quiet hush lay over the woods. Winter had cast it's frosty magic - not a tweet, not a hoot, not a single patter of paws - all sat (or slept) in silence, wholly under it's spell. The Ice King ruled supreme with a permafrost hand - the flora and fauna knew it. Every being, plant, and forest sprite, lay in waiting, submitting to the potency and might of that glazed ruler.

I walked in reverence, aye, but tried not to let it weaken my step. Strong and courageous I strutted, under the bent arms of the Ice King's soldiers. Green moss flecked with brown peeped out occasionally from under the foliage, and I found my gaze casting about for the sight of chanterelles and other burgeoning shrooms. The air was thick with the living world, crisp and strong and filled with sweet and melancholic aromas. Ah, to feel young again - each breath rejuvenating, restoring, and revitalizing one's countenance.

It was as if the very Fountain of Youth was sprinkled into the mists - little drops cast about by swirling vapours, entering the lungs, the pores, one's very being. Mating with one's skin, cells, core.

As I walked further further into the bosom of these dense woods, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the truth. Each step an increase in veracity, rightness - as if the world was becoming more and more real and authentic, the further I ambled along. The very heart of truth beats deep within those woodlands, and I consider myself a lucky fellow indeed, to get to venture so close to something so ethereal. I almost feel it coursing through my veins, each step a beat of the heart. Pumping me full of candor, revelation, viability.

I get lost among the tree trunks, I really do. Not directionally, no. But spiritually, mentally, emotionally. I lose myself to the majesty of nature, of the beauty that surrounds me. Of the peace that comes with distancing oneself from other human beings.

It's a simple thing, really, a walk in the woods. But there's nothing simple about the profound impact and change it has upon one's thoughts, feelings, and general mind set.

There is beauty in the little things. If only you'd take the time to see.

[homoeroticgrappling]

Okay beautiful people, it's Danhausen Day! I will be wearing the above outfit at Slammermania in Wolverhampton and will be there early for the Danhausen meet and greet, so if you see me and want a bracelet feel free to come say hi 🦷

[stone-cold-groove]

5¢ United States Postage Stamps booklet. Front cover - 1963.