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why do hares always look like they are going insane
(close up under the cut
me when I can't word right so I wave my hands and loudly make a distressed sigh
Wolverine is an interesting name for Logan.
While he is somewhat feral and hairy, yes, that’s not enough to go off of when Scott and the Professor stumble on him in those woods. Another trait of a wolverine is that they are easily domesticable. Easily tamed, in a way. Xavier took one look at Logan, who was broken and scared, invaded his mind to shape it how he saw fit, and named him after one of the most tamable wild species. And even still in the X-Men, he is shamed for his animalistic instincts. He is expected to be tame and civilized, is expected to be domesticated like many wild animals people bring into their homes. And when he acts on these less desirable instincts, he is cast out, in a way. When he lashes out, whether in some sort of courtship- much like a wolverine- or because of overstimulation, he is scorned and tosses aside until he is ‘presentable’ or docile. He is fundamentally deprived of the pack activities from the very animal he is named after, and is just expected to be okay. He is expected to discard these instincts, and yet he is named after the very thing these instincts resemble. He is used as a work animal, sent into dangerous situations like a canary in a cave, only to be retrieved and saved if someone may be fond of him- like someone may be fond of a pet. Logan is presented as an animal, and is yet expected to act like a man.
Anyways, Scott/Storm/Wade is the white lady who takes one look at a traumatized fight dog, goes ‘oh, buppy’, and has that thing spoiled in a week.
I can see you through my lenses
animatic wip
My mind just went "Blood butterfly" and my hands got to work.
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last few people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! 😁
OMG!!! I LOVVVEE THESE
So, five things that make me happy? Probably the nights I spent at Fazbea- Just joking. 1. My dog Maggie <3
2. Pigmented paints (the ones that take 2 layers max)
3. Cheap but smooth pens
4. Really really good enchiladas
5. @mentally-quiet-spycrab 's blog!! They are so much fun<3
OMG a new follower I’m so happy- Oh it’s just the upgraded-more-annoying-and-explicit version of “Martha sent you a video 🔥🔥🔥” And it happened again.
Me when my tober is jashing.
hello goat i live yor artwork and angelic bretheren especially the purple one with the memory loss i unfortunately forgot tbeir name but pls keep drawing and making peak 😁😁😁
ah yes... the purple guy 😁
This night we composed again,
This night was special,
The moon showed us what it can do,
Changed its shape to a body of a human,
But they glowed and shined,
They were so much more than a human.
They were the moon,
They were a being higher than us,
This time they sang the song,
We were all happy.
The moon taught us a dance they made,
Hundreds of years ago,
We watched as they swayed,
As they moved their hands,
The way their dress glimmered and followed their every step.
Ove noći smo opet skladali,
Ova noć je bila posebna,
Mjesec nam je pokazao što može,
Promijenio svoj oblik u tijelo čovjeka,
Ali oni su žarili i sjali,
Bili su puno više od čovjeka.
Bili su mjesec,
Oni su bili biće više od nas,
Ovaj put su pjevali pjesmu,
Svi smo bili sretni.
Mjesec nas je naučio ples koji su napravili,
Prije nekoliko stotina godina,
Gledali smo kako se njišu,
Dok su pomicali ruke,
Način na koji im je haljina svjetlucala i pratila svaki njihov korak.
ummmm_hello
Saturday.26.10.2024.
Subota 26.10.2024.
I made another one!
The Brozone Parents?!
Someone requested for my design of the parents so here is my fan design of them.
[Got some inspiration from @/zivazivc]
(Really cool artist check them out!!)
I feel like they were both adventurous with John being
the more crafty one of the two.
I’ll try to post some doodles of them later.
My darling, I love you
Her lips are like alcohol
They leave a burning sensation after I kiss her
And they make me feel as if I am commiting a sin
But if I really am,
Then isn't she worth sinning for?
Isn't a love as twisted and wrong as ours worth it?
Isn't it enough to know that when I wake up the next day she will be by my side?
My darling.
I love you.
I love the scars in your arms,
I love your loud laugh, always appearing at the worst moments,
I love your voice,
I love the stories that you write for me,
I love how you look in that dress that you hate so much,
I love your reflection in the mirror
and that you always refuse to see it,
I love that you've never told me you loved me,
but still showed me that you do.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
Vino y sangre
La música suena. Los invitados bailan. Los hombres ríen y las mujeres cantan. Se escucha un disparo, la sangre corre, las mujeres gritan, los hombres luchan. El enemigo ha llegado, con pistolas, bombas y sed de sangre. El palacio ahora está cubierto de sangre y vino, el bello color azul de las cortinas ahora esta manchado por un hermoso carmesí. El enemigo se ríe, sabe que todo se ha acabado, sabe que acabo la guerra y que él es el ganador. Ya no hay nadie que luche, nadie que le recrimine por la sangre en el suelo, ya no hay nada.
La chica llora, sabe que la encontraran, sabe que el enemigo está cerca y que pronto deberá luchar. Pero también sabe que no podrá hacer nada. Reza por su hermano y por su padre. No le importa el hecho de que no va a ganar cuando luche, mientras sea tiempo suficiente para que su familia escape. Agarra el cuchillo con fuerza y se pone de pie. El enemigo ha llegado. Y el momento de luchar también.
follow up btw THEY FUCKJIBG KILLED SNOENIX WRIGHT
sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while i’ve been havibg problems. anyways SNOENIX WRIGHT AND SNAYA FEY
I don't know if this counts as a landscape, I drew it.
The original post:
Pigeons are doves. They are rock doves, and I wonder if we began to call them that if people would hesitate to hate them, as doves have that history as messengers of peace. It is true that in my neighborhood nobody hates the mourning doves, dusky and elegant with wings that squeak as if they flap on rusty hinges. They roost on the wires like little Audrey Hepburns, while the pigeons troll the ground, tough and fat, some of them look like they should be smoking cigarettes. They look poor and banged up, like they could kick the mourning doves’ asses but are wise to the divide-and-conquer tactics we use on one another, so they coo wearily at the mourning doves and waddle forth in search of scavenged delights. What you may not know is when you call a pigeon “a rat with wings” you have given it a compliment. The only thing a rat lacks is a pair of wings to lift it, so you have named the pigeon perfectly. When you say to me, “I hate pigeons,” I want to ask you who else you hate. It makes me suspicious.
I once met a girl who was so proud to have hit such a bird on her bicycle, I swear, I thought that it was me she hit. I felt her handlebars in my stomach and now it is your job to feel it also. The pigeons are birds, they are doves. They are the nature of the city and the ones who no one loves. When people say they hate pigeons, I want to ask them if they hate themselves, too. Does it prick the well of your loathing? Do they make you feel dirty and ashamed? Are you embarrassed about how little or how much you have, for how you have had to hustle? Being dirty is not a problem for the pigeon. You can ask it, “How do you feel about having the city coating your feathers, having the streets gunked up in the crease of your eye?” and the pigeon would say, “Not a problem.” You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst our decay, came to hate it for not dying. The pigeon is your ally. They are chameleons, gray as the concrete they troll for scraps, at night they huddle and sing like cats. Their necks are glistening, iridescent as an oil-slick rainbow, they mate for life, and they fly.
Michelle Tea, Against Memoir. [emphasis mine]
I made a fun animation for no reason cuz it was a vibe ig- It’s not for any people or characters specifically but it’s cute either way lol
okay but I kinda need read a fic where Shen Yuan is wife plotted (AGAIN) by some random papapa plant (dammit Airplane--) and he basically falls into a floating coma or something. on a hunt for some rare herbs with liu qingge, he's lured by the sound of his Binghe's (his lost little lamb) voice and ends up ensnared.
okay, imagine that he's being held high in the air by these vines, just asleep, and nothing can wake him, even after liu qingge cuts the monster plant down to get him. he's just sleeping, rosy-cheeked, unwakeable.
peak lords panic, and start trying to figure it out what this rare plant is. sqh wracks his brain somewhat and somewhat remembers this plot line.
they come to the conclusion that its the everlasting dreams flower or some shit. basically traps the victim in their dreams while it sucks out their qi until the person dies of dehydration/starvation or qi loss, whichever kills them first (sometimes, its not the latter, and if the person is a cultivator, they can last a while before their qi is fully drained enough that they can no longer practice inedia but also haven't died yet). meanwhile, the person won't even care because their dreams are so sweet, that they don't want to leave.
the only way to cure it? true love's song. someone who truly knows and loves the sleeper needs to sing something from the heart, and if it's pure enough or something, it can pierce through the pleasant dreams of the person and wake them up. yqy and lqg instantly become flustered, but both of them can't help but secretly wonder how it would feel to have Xiao jiu/shen-shixiong wake up at their song.
they confer with the rest of the peak lords a little outside of shen yuan's resting rooms on the Qian Cao peak, and yqy decides to sing a little lullaby he used to sing to Xiao jiu when they were still on the streets. he goes in, his voice is a steady but a bit nervous, but he croons that shit out. airplane can't believe his fucking ears. yqy could honestly be an idol its not fair wtf-- only, sqh knows he can't dance to save his fucking life, so.
when yqy finishes, he waits, but his heart sinks when Xiao jiu doesn't so much as stir. he hurries out of the room but sqh notices how the tips of his ears are red in embarrassment. of course, even when he still had his memory, Xiao jiu wanted nothing to do with him, why did he think it would change now, he just--
lqj goes in next. he murmurs a song that he constantly hears sqq sometimes strumming on his guqin, thinking that means sqq must love the song. he's not sure what else he can do, he doesn't know how to sing from the heart, but the feelings he has for his shixiong... he has to at least try to wake him.
he doesn't wake. lqj walks out in defeat.
airplane who has been wracking his brain all this time because he was trying to think of requirements for awakening so he wasn't paying attention suddenly jumps up. he doesn't mind the startled glances that the other peak lords give him.
he just remembered!
the song didn't have to be a romantic song or anything. the love for the sleeper didn't have to be romantic love, at all! he remembered this plot line that he added about binghe trying to wake one of his wives, but it was one of the wives' sisters that woke her, because she truly loved her sister deeply. causing binghe to realize that his love was becoming shallow, in that it wasn't enough anymore or blah blah blah. he scrapped that plot line and that plant after he got a ton of bad reviews for even suggestion that lbh's love (pillar) wasn't big enough and so he had lbh fix it with papapa, but whatever!
he shivered.
anyway, the story has been so warped over time that its only told that it has to be a romantic lover. but it didn't have to be.
he had an idea. he loved Shen Yuan! despite the rocky start, their shared transmigration and experiences led them to form a closer relationship, and Shen Yuan was his best friend. he knew him wholly, both in his bitchiness of Cucumber-bro of their old lives, and in the snarky-masquerading-as-pretentious SQQ he was in their new lives. He knew him as a whole of Shen Yuan, not as Xiao Jiu, or as the original goods.
and also, both he and Shen Yuan had discovered they both liked some similar songs during one of their weekly private meetings a few weeks ago, while Shen Yuan was there under the guise of planning their eventual escapes, but was actually just drinking up all his wine and ransacking his snacks.
he's got this! (he hopes.) (he would quite not like his bro to die from an unwakeable coma.)
confidently, with incredulous stares following him, he walks into the room and sits at shen yuan's bedside. and proceeded to sing, as smoothly as he could, a vocaloid love song. if nothing else, it might shock Shen Yuan awake to hear a random ass vocaloid song in his dreams. the lyrics are actually pretty sweet and soft, but he can't stop imagining the music behind it, making it funnier than it should be to sing it.
[Shen Yuan, whose dreamscape has become completely synchronized to his current living conditions and so he dreams of the serene bamboo hut: *sitting at his table with binghe pouring him more tea* *sudden hatsune fucking miku disturbing the atmosphere*
Shen Yuan: 👁️👄👁️]
while he tries not to giggle as the song comes to an end, the stares of the other peak lords boring into his back from the doorway (he can just hear them thinking, "yqy and lqg couldn't wake him up but you think you can?" but maybe that's just his imagination. or maybe they think the song is shitty, what does he know--), shen yuan's eyes flutter open.
airplane, who didn't think this would actually actually work (though he hoped), gapes at him. Shen Yuan, eyes half lidded from sleep, gazes back.
"uh..."
"The everlasting dreams flower, really? That was a really good plot line, can't believe you, ah," Shen Yuan yawns, "dropped it in favor of more papapa as always, you shitty author." He can't catch a break. Why did he wake this guy up again?
"he's awake!?" multiple voices cry out.
THUMP. yqy has fainted.
they both have forgotten their audience. liu qingge has goes outside to punch a tree. the other peak lords are in various states of disarray, disbelief, and discomfort. liu minyan has appeared out of nowhere to take notes. mu qingfāng rolls his eyes and comes in to check shen-shenanigans's meridians.
"Can't believed that shit worked, honestly," Shen Yuan says, eyeing one of the older disciples try to drag YQY to a cot. he is starting to rouse. "hatsune miku, really?"
"aw! well now you know how deeply and purely I love you, shixiong!"
THUMP. YQY has fainted again.
more sounds of breaking trees from outside. mu qingfāng warily calls out a warning to avoid his good medicinal trees, thanks.
after a while of conversation, with eyes closing a bit once more, from exhaustion, rather than the plant poison, Shen Yuan gives Shang Qinghua a small smile. As his eyes flutter shut again, he says, "I love you too, bro."
It's so fricking adorable it hurts!
ArtFight Attack/Revenge for: @anuphim
If I was an animal I'd be a koala
Just recalled that some people working in health care in Norway, when dealing with a patient who's on deathbed, they'll say the patient is on LSD, because it also works as an acronym for: livets siste dager, which directly translates as life's last days.