#turned

[constantlyfalling]

Cliffs of Moher | Ireland

[wiirocku]

Luke 22:61-62 (NKJV) - And the Lord turned and looked at Peter. Then Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how He had said to him, “Before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” So Peter went out and wept bitterly.

[lenoratheyinglet]

Sphinx!

This was a lot of fun to try and do- ended up binging through Skin Deep recently and found a form that fits really well...  She's gonna become an OC of some kind!  To at least keep it unique I went with a combination of Mountain Lion and an Australian Magpie! Expect more of this...  Skin Deep is a creation of Kory Bing!

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[marsskop]

someone on discord sent a photo of a hoodie crop top with a phrase "not a phase" and a set of moon phases below

so i couldn’t not draw the Mournival...

the culprit in question below the cut

[postcard-from-the-past]

Chapel in Treignac, turned into the Town Hall in 1808, Limousin region of central France

French vintage postcard

[chunkypossum]

Cracks knuckles: time to write a few scenes for one of 3 WIP….

Blacks out… comes to and stares at complete outline and several scenes for completely new 4th WIP…

Me: WTF IS THIS?!?

[roxyteal]

This started as a funny silly musings shitpost, then stopped. Oops

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Gonzalo does his best to remember the cultural norms of every country he travels to. But sometimes, he forgets or his instincts kick in.

After a only few weeks of knowing Bob, he accidentally greets him with one of his patented bearhugs, kissing both his cheeks with a laugh like all is well. Bob is frozen in place.

Then Teresa comes barrelling out of the house, and punches Gonzalo so hard he is sent spinning vertically until faceplanting into the pavement.

"Dear, you can't punch someone just because they… Well, did that." Bob manages, once he composes himself.

"They learn faster that way." Is her only response, dark green eyes coldly observing her target.

"But he's my client, he's probably going to cancel on me now-" Bob cuts off when Gonzalo finally reacts. Instead of outrage, as would've been expected, he's. Laughing. Like someone just told the best joke in the world.

"By God! That was amazing! I think she fractured something! How did she do that?!" He's also making a ton of noise.

"Mixed martial arts. Started in first year of secondary school."

Meanwhile, from inside, Billy tearfully dials the Shy household's number, voice and body shaking as he blubbers to John, "Mother attacked the Spanish man!!!" He meant to say "Spaniard", but he can be forgiven.

Luckily, for a while, things settled down.

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Months into building the submarine, Bob is able to tell Gonzalo about how terrible the occupation of his country is.

He takes the well-made builder gingerly by the hands and says, sounding genuine, "You should run away with me to Spain!"

And gets punched clear out into the tide, Teresa's brunette hair flowing behind her.

"Dear, he wasn't serious!" Bob pauses, unsure. "I don't think… Or perhaps he meant all of us…" Trying to be charitable.

He's laughing again. That amused, almost prideful laugh of his.

"Mother, why do you hate Mr. Gonzalo?!" Billy tries not to cry, while John sits there, jaw slack at what they just witnessed. Moments ago, the two children had been attempting to sculpt something in the sand.

"Little Bilis," She coolly says, "He thinks he can say whatever he pleases. He isn't above consequences."

"At least visit sometime! Like a vacation! ¡Trae a la familia! It'll be fun!" Gonzalo's words are difficult to parse through his mirth, but it clarified enough.

"See? He's only trying to be kind…" Teresa sighs at her husband.

"You won't really move away to Spain, will you?" John is unnerved by the idea.

"And lose you? Never!" Billy immediately says, then looks at his parents again, for assurance. "Right…?"

Bob tries to answer, but Teresa beats him to it. Her voice is much softer now, as she approaches them and pats their heads with tenderness. "It is unthinkable. Do not fret."

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"So!" Gonzalo brings up suddenly, while he and Bob are having drinks, alone. "Mrs. Lė…"

"Oh, no, not 'Mrs. Lė'. She prefers 'Mrs. Teresa'."

"Why is that? I don't know what else to call her! She never told me her maiden name…"

"We don't speak of them."

"What?!" It sounds incredulous to Gonzalo. "How come?!"

"It's not my story to tell," Bob is muffled by his shot glass, "All I will say on the matter is this: She didn't add mine to hers - as is tradition - because her family would find out. Then, they'd beg for everything I earn. Not quite like leeches, but she opposed regardless." He meets eyes with him, then adds, as if to bury the topic, "Į sveikatą. You're up next."

He downs it. Afterwards, the glass is put down.

Gonzalo is surprisingly quiet, frowning as the gears turn in his mind. However, he does follow Bob's lead, but doesn't return the phrase. "What about your familia?"

Bob had said too much. He wasn't going to be let off the hook that easily. He sighs. "Never would've approved of anything I did - our marriage, our livelihoods, our child. Especially since he has… Special needs." He grimaces, hating the way it sounds.

"Frankly, we do too, but only up here," He continues, pointing to his cranium briefly. "Young Billy's case is more obvious, more physical. They would've hated him. Why, I'm convinced that when I was his age, they despised me too. 'Difficult' was their favorite complaint."

This time, Gonzalo has to process the information for a short while. He cannot fathom coming from a homelife so wretched and unloving. What's even the point of having kids and parenting them if they're going to be so heartless about it? But for once, he doesn't say these things aloud. Despite the alcohol he's consumed in the past two hours, he calculates his next response more sensitively.

"Lo lamento," A pause. "I'm sorry, Robertas. I had no idea."

"Don't pity us."

"No!" A small glare forms on his face at the thought. "It's not pity! It takes great strength to blaze your own path! Much will! Lots of patience! To endure!" He jumps from his seat, grabbing Bob's shoulders. "You were all built from nothing, with no one! And here you stand, resilient and defiant against the hand you were dealt! This is not pity, this is empathy! Do you hear me?"

Bob doesn't know how to reply. Gonzalo's grip hurts, but it doesn't deter him or make him want to flee. Accompanied by his words, the stinging instead makes him feel… Alive.

Still, all he can think to do is nod. Gonzalo notices what he's doing, and releases, sitting back down. "Sorry, again. But my point is: All of you are very courageous. I hope that one day, you won't need to be anymore."

As the moment passes, the remnants of the pain sets in, and Bob is unable to suppress the urge to nurse one of his slightly harmed shoulders. "Then, in that case, thank you."

Meanwhile, he is pouring another round of shots. Mirroring what Bob did earlier, he proclaims, "Don't mention it! Now, as you say… Į sveikatą!" His pronunciation is off, but he's only heard it a few times, so it's a decent try.

But Bob appreciates that earnest attempt. He manages a grin, and follows suit. He's starting to finally understand Gonzalo, he thinks.

[wikirobot]

Did some wood turning last weekend and finally got around to applying some shellac.

This started off as a 6x6 beam of ash, that I turned into this vase. Originally had a bit more of a lip at the top but I delved too deep and it cracked so I shortened it.

[mumblelard]

there used to be

so many of us

[piktasvilkas]

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

I love furbies omg

Was also in a call w my pookster @iamgenderevilwhile drawing this and we said this so i drew idk

[bearlytolerant]

“Take some aloe with you. Let me make some—to go.”

“If you insist.” She leaned against the bed while he went back to the aloe, depositing the gel into an airtight container.

“I do—insist,” he added. “Need to change your bandage tomorrow.” He handed the aloe over.

She took the container from him. This time not brushing her fingers with his. “I can change it myself.”

“Check for infection.”

“I can do that too.”

Fang sighed in exasperation. Stubborn patients were a constant that came with the job but Sage wanted to fight him on every small thing. It made no sense. “Please. Come see me—tomorrow.”

Sage folded her arms across her chest. Then pointed past him. “What is that?”

He turned, uncertain of what she was asking about. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Just some empty vials and a few herbs he needed to hang to dry. “Hmm.” He swiveled back around but Sage was already disappearing out of the clinic.

Tagging anyone who sees this answer wants to share their stuff!

[turnedgirl]

I continue to have my comic squished in quality by Tumblr, no matter how small or how many images I add. It can do one picture and that's it.

You should be able to click the image to read the whole comic on Tapas. If not, click the bolded text. My apologies!

Written by @tremendousmiraclecherryblossom

Art by @cachicabra

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[wiirocku]

1 Peter 2:25 (NLT) - Once you were like sheep    who wandered away. But now you have turned to your Shepherd,    the Guardian of your souls.

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Historic house in IRAN

[postcard-from-the-past]

St. Simeon's church turned into mosque in Monastir, modern-day Bitola, North Macedonia

Serbian vintage postcard