#will atkins

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Metallic Jumping Spider in Moss, Jumping spider (Evarcha arcuata), Purbeck, Dorset, England

‘The metallic jumping spider is a heathland specialist, hunting its prey in the heather jungle of its environment. The tiny moss plants tower above the spider in this photo, emphasising the small physical size of the spider, though – like all jumpers, with their big central pair of eyes and innate curiosity – they are big in terms of character. Like a lot of macro work in the field, I was on my belly to get the animal’s perspective, but it was worth it for the eyeball-to-eyeballs view’

Photograph: Will Atkins

British Wildlife Photography Awards

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will atkins by ramon christian

[iloveabortions]

Kiki Smith: ‘Constellation’ at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (1996)

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MEDIC!!!!

[boimann]

Happy summer update :]

[that-butch-archivist]

"Marcia and Sarah"

source: Girls' Night Out, photographed by Chloe Atkins

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As an additional part to this post, here is Robin Atkin Downes saying Trans Rights.

Robin is a supporter of the LGBTQ+ and I know this because he's always been very respectful of my identity as a queer person during the few times I've worked with him.

Also, if his series of videos with Gary Schwartz wasn't enough to tip you off to his support for the gays..

Here is the post of Gary Schwartz saying trans rights.

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Come on over to mine, then. Now. We'll be boiling eggs.

Wicked Little Letters (2023)

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WICKED LITTLE LETTERS (2023) dir. Thea Sharrock

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A Wet Night, Columbus Circle, William A. Fraser, 1897-98

[devourable]

† church boy

[ sfw | tw : religion (not named but heavily implied), sacrilege, potential religious trauma? as well as general yandere content but it’s v tame ]

male yandere x gender neutral reader! only pronoun used for reader is ‘you’. i havent written like this in a very long time so i apologize if this is bad ;_;

abraham lived a simple life for the majority of his 21 years on this planet. he was born and raised in a religious household, the only son of a wealthy pastor, surrounded by typical bible-thumping folk who taught him that *** was above everything, above him, above the things he loved, and putting anything (or anyone) above his faith would surely result in his damnation. and his whole life, he believed that.

that was… until you entered his life.

it happened at a fundraiser he was volunteering at. it was any other day for the boy, handing out advertisements and chatting with everyone that came and went. an average, mundane event for him where he’d talk about the same things he did every day, smile, wave, everything that was expected of him.

after the last person in his line had left, he looked down to begin organizing his things so he could join the rest of the party. when he was shadowed by someone stepping in front of him again, he expected to see a familiar face — maybe someone that might’ve forgotten something? but when he looked up…

abraham’s breath caught in his throat. he swore the earth had stopped spinning the second your eyes locked.

whether if you were there because you shared the same religion, was dragged there by a friend/family member, or simply because there was free food, he had no clue - but it didn't matter. your looks, the way you moved, the sound of your voice — why was it all so... enchanting?

he couldn’t help the slight stutter in his words as he hastily offered you a pamphlet, quickly introducing himself and inquiring about you. what was your name? were you new to the church? why haven’t you met before?

the soft laugh you emitted as you spoke and the feeling of your skin grazing his felt like fire. and your name... oh, the poor boy didn’t even realize it, but he couldn’t help it — within moments of knowing you, he had grown totally enamored!

abraham found himself hovering by your side for the rest of the event. he was awkward, you’d quickly realize, but it was in that sort of sweet, inexperienced way. he was desperate to know you, to get closer to you, hoping that maybe if he could understand you, he’d figure out how to quell these intense feelings that had built within him — but to you and everyone else, he was simply making sure a new face wasn’t alone during the event. he was just being a good little pastor’s boy! that’s what he told himself too, over and over again.

he was being good by making you laugh. he was being good by giving you his number. and it was good that he grew elated by the idea of getting to see you again after this. he was a good person, so what if he was neglecting his duties to be around you? he did what he was supposed to all the time, surely he could be forgiven just this once.

right?

his obsession with you didn’t take long to blossom after that first meeting. you started to infiltrate every part of his life in one way or another. his prayers became tangled up with thoughts of you. rather than reading the bible, he’d reread the texts between the two of you while he waited for you to respond to them. when he went to church, he found himself scanning the pews in hopes of spotting you among the congregation rather than finding a seat right away. when service began, he couldn’t focus on the preaching taking place because he was too busy thinking of ways to see you again.

despite the utter adoration abraham had grown to feel for you.. at some point, for the first time in his life, he couldn’t help but wonder — was he becoming sinful? was he growing gluttonous for your attention? he couldn’t have been, he had been so devout his entire life! it was fine for him to miss a few services to see you as long as he made up for it later…

he couldn’t tell if you were an angel, as heaven-sent as he felt you to be, or if you were the embodiment of temptation, pulling him away from his faith and beckoning him to sin. were you both? could you be both? with the progression of his obsession with you, his conflicted feelings about his relationship with his faith grew alongside it.

maybe you just weren’t any good for him.

but your name and god seemed to always come up at the same time…

so maybe, it was a sign that he had someone new to worship.

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Readful Things imagines Halloween III's iconic Silver Shamrock masks as a trio of vintage cereal mascots. 11x14 matte prints are $26.99 each.

[boimann]

ok I had to take a brake from my hiatus to bring this to your attention

[that-butch-archivist]

"Sean"

source: Girls' Night Out, photographed by Chloe Atkins