#sure who wonder who that reminds me of

[vermwerm]

first time drawing iridescent fabric and also glammangle or whatever

[otrtbs]

here’s the thing. the absolute joy and wonder i feel whenever someone tells me they came across ahb! and are now taking an art history course / majoring in art next year / went to their local art museum for the first time in ages is exponential. when yall send me your favorite artworks and tell me about them or tell me you went to x museum to see x painting mentioned in ahb??? it’s just so so wonderful. because never did i think something i wrote out of love for art and love for art history would lead anyone else to research art or talk about it or seek it out for themselves and that’s so much more than i could ever imagine would come out of a very timid first attempt at creative writing/fandom involvement.

i wrote it out of love and y’all have all reciprocated that love tenfold and ran with it to talk about art and explore it and share it with me and those around you. and it’s just been a very special incredible thing that makes me emosh. :,)

[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[uncanny-tranny]

Your influence in this world doesn't need to be all-encompassing and World Changing. It can be small ripples. It can be gentle and easily missed.

Let yourself do small things. So often, people have this idea that to do "good things," it must be a grand gesture that changes every little thing. Honestly, that can be so intimidating and scary. We weren't meant to carry the world by ourselves. We each contribute, often in small ways, often in ways that aren't seen by everybody. But the people you affect might just take that kindness you gave them and let it light them home. Let yourself be that in whatever way you want. You don't need to carry the world alone.

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

[...]at age thirty-five, Winters put in for a transfer to U.S. Army Ranger school.

The transfer was granted and Winters found himself in familiar surroundings: Fort Benning. He enjoyed the training and the challenge of the Rangers because they shared his philosophy of doing one’s best. Still, it didn’t take him long to get off on the wrong foot with some of the ranking officers. A few weeks after his arrival Winters was assigned to a bevy of field-grade officers, mostly majors and lieutenant colonels, to observe the Rangers as they undertook a three-day field problem that included a mock night attack. At first Winters was excited. He longed to get back out into the wilds and live in the field. So he was horrified when he discovered that the officers would simply observe the Rangers as they left for the training session, and be there when they got back. Winters sought out the colonel in command.

“Colonel, I’d like to go along on the exercise,” he said.

The colonel looked startled.

“No, no. That’s out,” he said. “That’s not the way we do it, Major. This is an extremely arduous exercise, and it’s hard enough on these younger men. This is a tough assignment.”

“Respectfully, sir, I understand that. But I’d like to go along,” he insisted. “I can’t see the point in observing them if I can’t see them in action.”

The colonel again tried to dissuade Winters, but failed to budge the insistent major. Obviously displeased, the colonel finally relented.

Back in combat gear and helmet, fully loaded backpack and clutching a rifle, Winters trudged into the North Carolina wilderness for three days of hard living, surrounded by men, most of whom were fifteen years his junior. The three-day training exercise gave Winters the exhilarating opportunity not only to observe, but to participate in everything from lengthy hikes to cliff scaling.

“I did the whole damned thing,” he later said.

In the wilds, men lived on field rations except for one day when providence provided unexpected, and far tastier, fare. Bivouacked by a roadside, Winters was beginning to shave, a holdover from the days when Colonel Sink ordered all officers to shave every morning, when a civilian truck carrying a load of chickens roared past. An improperly closed cage swung open and several chickens escaped, making themselves fair game for men living on K Rations. Winters caught one of the escapees, which was now destined to become his lunch. He restrained the flapping bird by tying it to his leg with a shoestring and returned to his shave. Winters lathered up his face, then scraped away the minuscule growth of whiskers with his razor. As he shaved, a movement on the ground caught his eye. Not far away, a copperhead snake was also anticipating a chicken dinner. Winters froze as the snake slithered quietly closer. Winters slowly reached down to his field pack, and withdrew his machete. With one quick, sure motion he killed the snake, giving the chicken a temporary reprieve. He resumed his shave.

With the coming of darkness, men donned combat gear and blackened their faces. Their assignment during the night attack maneuver was to seize an enemy command post. Winters accompanied the Rangers as they moved silently along a wooded trail. As the command center loomed ahead, Winters and the others spread out, dropped to the ground and began to creep forward.

Winters spotted one soldier at the command post, possibly a sentry, standing alone. Slinking through the underbrush as carefully, and as lethally, as the snake he had killed earlier, Winters stalked the man. He worked his way unseen behind the sentry, then leaped up. He wrapped an arm around the soldier’s neck, closing a hand over his mouth to stifle any sound, and drew his other hand to the man’s throat.

“You’re dead,” he whispered.

Winters was ecstatic. It was a sure kill. His training from ten years earlier had stayed with him. The sentry had never heard him approach. For Dick Winters, it was the high point of his entire military experience since his recall.

After the three-day exercise, the Rangers hiked back into civilization, and the thirty-five-year-old Winters marched right along. The younger men appreciated Winters’ abilities and endurance, and poured respect on him. He returned their respect. However, the glowering looks on the faces of the observing officers plainly showed their dissatisfaction.

“They didn’t appreciate me going out one damned bit,” he recalled years later. “Basically, I was showing them up.”

~ Larry Alexander

[usercelestial]

i think it's very beautiful and speaks volumes that there are so many people in the bucktommy fandom who are willing to respect canon. like we're able to criticize it and dislike both for personal reasons and for objective reasons, voice our concerns in respectful ways, and understand where the writers may have been coming from even if it doesn't give us what we want. not to get on my high horse here, but that is far more than some people in the 911 fandom could say and it's refreshing to see in this fandom.

[passerinesoncaffeine]

the irony of one the first main things established about omori as a character is that he's known for his great memory as if he hasn't lost the entire fucking plot repeatedly for years.

like he has a great memory!! if you don't take into account He's Actually The God Of Repression.

[deoidesign]

happy birthday! I just wanted to let you know that I came across this account after seeing this sick horror piece of old time churches, decinding to follow the page, and then realising that it was the same artist who'd written that sick comic on time travelling werewolves and vampires which I'd lost. and they're both t4t too ! effervescent

thank you!

Honestly it is an extremely unfamiliar reality that someone could know me from multiple different things... Not sure what to do with that but I'm glad to have impacted you in small ways and I hope to continue to do so! So thanks for being here, I'm glad that fate brought us back together haha

[sleeps-au-bag]

i still haven't finished penacony yet, please don't put any spoilers about it on here.

he's been dancing a lot in his dream lately. he's been dreaming more frequently lately. ever since the astral express the luofu, actually. there's been rumors of them returning soon but yanqing has never been one to entertain rumors. right now, he's dancing all by himself in a garden.

it looks like... fyxestroll garden. except without the mist and with more colors. there's a river going through the garden that surrounds the little pavillion he dances in. the moon is large and shines its light down upon him.

he wonders why he's been dreaming about dancing lately. could it be because of the upcoming war dance. the general has talked about finally introducing him to lady yunli. whenever he talks about the two of them meeting, it feels like he would like to set them up on a date. perhaps he and the general of the zhuming are planning a future elopement between the two?

he can't help but feel sick to his stomach whenever the general talks like that. it makes him dread meeting lady yunli. his heart is already taken, he knows this. he dances by himself until those who own his heart take their places in this dance.

a hand touches his hip while another touches his shoulder. he is now being led by another. he wasn't panicked at all, he felt at ease. yes, this was one of those who owned his heart. he looked up to see blue hair and purple eyes who looked at him as though he parted the clouds to let the moon shine upon them. his hair feels longer than usual.

they danced a simple little waltz, no words spoken between them. there didn't need to be. they were at peace. that was all that mattered.

unfortunately, dreams must come to an end.

"did you have a good dream, my dearest moon?"

that same boy sat in the chair beside his bed. he looked at him with that same look as before. the world was tinted in green. he didn't have time to speak before the boy spoke again.

"our dearest sun will be arriving soon, i wouldn't want to delay your reunion. soon we shall see each other again."

the world returned to normal and the boy disappeared.

right, the representatives from belobog will be arriving in some system hours.

---

clara dances around with mr. svarog. he twirls her around and guides her to another part of the ballroom. right now she's a princess who is celebrating her birthday. everyone she knows is attending and also dancing.

ms. bronya and ms. seelee bicker about something as they dance. luka is trying so hard not to bump in to mr. gepard. big sister dances beautifully with big sister march. the moles are holding hands and spinning around in a circle as ms. natasha watches over them. the robots are having their own little dance circles.

the sun shines through the windows, casting a beautiful light in the room. she's been dreaming this dream a lot lately.

mr. svarog twirls her again and she's caught in the embrace of another. she looks up to see a boy with blue hair and purple eyes that looks at her as though she's the reason the sun shines down upon them. he gently guides her in their waltz and no one pays them any mind. it's peaceful. her hair feels shorter than usual.

no words had to be spoken, just smiles and dancing. this dream might be her favorite yet.

unfortunately she has to wake up.

"how was that dream, my dearest sun?"

the boy sat at the foot of her bed with that same look. the world was tinted in green. he spoke again.

"our dearest moon is awaiting your arrival, i cannot wait to see your reunion. do not worry, we shall all see each other again soon."

the world returned to normal and the boy disappeared.

right, she's on her way to the xianzhou luofu as one of the representatives of belobog.

---

all he can think of when he sees her is

"our dearest sun."

---

all she can think of when she sees him is

"our dearest moon."

[messy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[sirenium]

It's okay to use contradictory labels. I know, I'm probably being redundant here. But I want to make sure anyone who hasn't heard it today gets to chance to hear it. You're valid. I don't care if you're a boy in whatever way, and you're also a lesbian, nor do I care if you're a girl in some way and also gay. I don't mind if you're omni, pan, bi, poly, or abro and a lesbian/gay. Are you aroace spec as well as mspec? Nice! Are you a mixture of all of these things? Something I missed? Cool!

Complicated identities are no less valid than identities that fit into boxes. And I will keep saying that, because there are still people in the world who insist on what you can and can't be (I swear I've said something like that word for word before, but sbsbs), whether it be your average homophobic grandpa or some exclusionist on twitter.💀

[goldensunset]

‘my lord n is a kind and excellent person who understands the hearts of pokémon. but conversely, perhaps his ability to understand the hearts and feelings of people is not developed enough. but… even that was part of the perfection of ghetsis’ plan.’ SHUT UUUUP I SWEAR!!!!

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

reading the comments of OI stories is so unpleasant sometimes like 😭 i hate seeing people rage and curse at characters who aren't the protags. bro it's not their fault that they're antagonists and they're not even THAT annoying lmao

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i love developing attachments to people where i love them so much and i am consumed by them but i do not know if they really love me or are just pretending and every single time they say they love me i absolutely burst into tears because it means I Am Loved by my favorite person in the world but perhaps they are uncertain so i give them all the presents in the world and try to spend all my time with them but i am still not sure if they love me so i ask again and again but no matter how many times they say yes i still cannot believe them

[heloflor]

Pretty amused by the Wapeach/Warupeach design reveal because, being someone who mainly recognizes people and characters by their hair, all I can think of when seeing the original sketch is "Rosalina's teenager phase".