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bitchy-peachy · 7 months ago
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Reposters that get more recognition and notes than the original artist and original post never fail to piss me the fuck off. Especially when they don't even bother to credit the artist. Ah fuck you.
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illusioncanthurtme--art · 17 days ago
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So... how's outpatient therapy at the mystery shack going?? :')
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vivienvalentino · 8 months ago
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"tumblr's dead" until it's time to steal text posts, gifs and fan art then suddenly they know where to go.
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inkskinned · 7 days ago
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she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.
i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.
a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.
it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.
ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.
in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.
i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.
i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.
i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?
i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."
on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.
i hope one day it stops hurting.
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katydoodles · 9 months ago
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SHOPPING!!!
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Damn I should write a fic for them
I love the flats and sketch, it’s nice to see how they change at each step.
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aubreyplazawife · 1 year ago
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this video alone is ten times better than the entire last half of the show
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geistful · 4 months ago
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feeling festive ❄️ (cole isn’t)
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cinnqmqn · 10 days ago
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eiravolence · 10 days ago
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so many twists in this show but my new favourite is them setting cobel up as such a complete and utter freak for a season and a half only for this episode to reveal she's actually SHOCKINGLY WELL ADJUSTED for what she's been through
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aardvaark · 9 months ago
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considering nate & maggie are said to have worked together sometimes, collaborating to discover art fraud pre-leverage… i’d like to imagine that maggie has at least heard of the leverage team members in passing. she wouldn’t recognise them in a crowd, but she’s familiar with big names in the art theft & forgery world. she’d have SOME expectations of what they were like. and then in the second david job, she’s meeting them and they’re. them. like-
what she knows about parker: worlds greatest thief, seems more interested in banks but certainly an art thief, too. nate says she has a reputation for being "insane".
what she assumes about parker: probably does some great grifting to get into those museums and vaults, been a world class thief for ages so she’d be in her late 30s at least by season 1. dangerous, formidable, scary, do not approach.
what she very quickly learns about parker: is a duckling who has imprinted on her
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souoy · 2 months ago
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THIS SHIT GOT STOLEN ON TWITTER BEFORE I POSTED IT ANYWHERE SO IM POSTING IT HERE 😭🙏
duck all might art for the masses
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mossy-paws · 7 months ago
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Clementine returns. (PHIGHTING!)
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deciding to accumulate all of these into a singular post to make my life easier + so that I can have some more food for you all,,, anyways.
My. My son. Clementine my baby my sweet boy,,, Some of these ARE actually reposts but the first 2 are for sure not :3! (I think at least LMAO), enjoy this :3! I must go back to my hole /silly
(Also a bonus as well )
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traumasurvivors · 2 years ago
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“It’s okay if you thought you were over it but it hits you all over again.
It’s okay to fall apart even after you had it under control.
You are not weak. Healing is messy. And there is no timeline for healing.”
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diagacha-archive · 2 years ago
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BOCCHI THE ROCK!
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廣井きくり
photo - @beeeee0215
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katydoodles · 1 year ago
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Just the girlies and their haul
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Took me 4 months to finish this 🤪
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bbeeew-boodles · 7 months ago
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So I've never actually played the game, so if you see any inaccuracies, nuh uh
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