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mobtober day 1 : stars
(its the 14th day of october,,, my bad mob nation)
These types of authors are the best :,) so kind to their readers!! Check out their beetlejuice fic 🫶
Frangiipanii-
your comment really made my day. It's nice to know there's people reading my stuff and even liking it, thanks for sticking around!
Question for you...
Is there anything you'd like to see in something I write? I'd love to make something for you.
-IWIGAILI
Easy Ham Croquettes - Appetizers and Snacks These crunchy ham croquettes combine tangy mustard flavor with salty ham flavor to create a creamy appetizer that you won't be able to get enough of.
Yeast Bread - Grandma VanDoren's White Bread
More sceenshots of Robostein :3 and also one pilot with the birdies screenshot
Part 1
Don't mind me, just putting screenshoots of this guy, cause I really love his design.
"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
"ohh my god you can't just-"
Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.
We never really talked about it but The Ugly Ducking that grew up to be a beautiful swan was still probably pretty fugly from a duck’s perspective
That was awesome.
someone accidentally dropped a camera out of a plane and it’s I think my favourite film now
dodie - burned out (rain edit)
empty arena version
“see you in court sweaty:)” - an improv song by thomas sanders, ben j pierce and john cozart
That`s gold ^^
phoebe bridgers/ celia lowenthal/ holly warburton/ hyowon park/ xuan loc xuan/ richard siken / jd salinger
(I know this doesn't really make sense but it kinda does)
Some stunning classical pieces that highlight the violin:
Camille Saint-Saëns, Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, Op. 28
Dmitri Shostakovich, Violin Concerto No. 1 in A minor, Op. 77
Tomaso Antonio Vitali, Chaconne in G minor
Maurice Ravel, Tzigane
Giuseppe Tartini, Violin Sonata in G minor (Devil’s Trill Sonata)
Jean Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D minor, Op. 47
William Walton, Violin Concerto
Pablo de Sarasate, Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20
Johannes Brahms, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77
Felix Mendelssohn, Violin Concerto in E minor, Op. 64
Max Bruch, Violin Concerto No. 1 in G minor, Op. 26
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 35
Johann Sebastian Bach, Partita No. 2
Clara Schumann, Three Romances for Violin and Piano, Op. 22
Ludwig van Beethoven, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61
Aram Khachaturian, Violin Concerto in D minor
Fritz Kreisler, Praeludium and Allegro in the style of Pugnani
Jules Massenet, Méditation
Sergei Prokofiev, Violin Concerto No. 1 in D major, Op. 19
Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending