#david simons

[het-geheim]

[coquetteladyofthedeadmensworld]

Exactly that would have been better.

Imagine, if you will, a hot New England summer in the year 1702. It’s August in Massachusetts, and the humidity is oppressive. You’re a subsistence farmer in the small agricultural town of Wenham, on the post road between Newbury and Boston. It’s time to harvest the flax, and the sun is blazing down on your field, blazing down on you. It’s far too hot today to take on work this hard, but it must be done. From flax comes linen, a valuable textile.

As you begin to pull the flax under the unyielding heat of the sun you think, “No one’s around. What if I just shimmy out of these clothes? Who is to see? Who is to care?” 

And so you do. You are alone.

Time grinds by, the sun grows higher, you bend low, you pull flax. You sweat, your naked limbs ache, you bend low, you pull flax. Your muscles burn, your hands bleed, you bend low, you pull flax. 

After a good while you pause in your labors, stretch up to your full height to relieve the unbearable strain on your back and directly in front of you, you see:

You start, and he stares at you, agog, from atop his horse. 

It all takes a moment to register, and perhaps you’re a bit dazzled by the sun, but then the sickening drop in your stomach confirms that you know this man. It is Judge Samuel Sewall of Salem, of witchcraft trials fame. He is a frequent guest of your pastor in Wenham, Reverend Gerrish. And his face is quickly turning a garish, arterial shade of crimson.

You look down. You are utterly naked, covered in flax stalks and dirt. You feel an errant bead of sweat travel slowly down your shirtless chest and lodge in the muddy cup of your uncovered navel.

“Goddamn it,” you mutter, and the flushing judge, apoplectic, opens his mouth to speak.

(At least, that’s how I imagine this entry in Judge Sewall’s diary from August 11th, 1702 came about:)

(Diary of Samuel Sewall 1674-1729, Vol. 1, p. 61)

[lazzarella]

"Sometimes entertainment is an overrated function of art. Sometimes being made uncomfortable is the point. Sometimes being repulsed by something is the point."

Simon Pegg in the Criterion Closet

[yooo-lets-go]

No time to draw recently, but here’s some bullshit and Ghost "when the Weetabix isn’t soggy enough" or whatever

[glockzap]

'someone draw bdg as winter king' i say as i do so myself

[nipuni]

I made more of these tiny pixel DT roles 🥰

[skipppppy]

So. About that new episode huh

[casrunk0]

Secret cof cutscene you get by only finishing the 5th ending with no hits and under 30 seconds

[s-02012]

🔪💊💉🩸

[2undra]

my cof\aom rusreal au ahh

[featherlouise]

It was like a vision from an angry god

[piplupcola]

Okay wtf the fact that the Winter King looks literally like BDG and he just so happens to be the voice for him is so uncanny I can't comprehend it.

The hair. The sass. The theatre. The singing. The insanity behind his sophisticated eyes. The Winter King is literally just BDG but he's blue.

[macik115]

fresh cut swags

[pippynsworld]

Pride post #1 feature: David Hockney's In the Dull Village

[slowdancer99]

come on... let's go to cry of fear

this has been collecting DUST in my pictures

[kw3r1i]

//BLOOD WARNING

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