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Tiger sketches~ I sure wish striped cats were real

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Y’all.

Y’ALL.

So I’m in Minneapolis right now, and decided to visit the art museum. Y’all I need to show you what I just found in a collection of Dutch paintings.

Look at the boy’s eyes and smile.

Y’all.

I’ve seen that face before. On more than one person. Those exact eyes, that exact smile.

HE HAS DOWN SYNDROME.

He’s the focal point of this painting, or more precisely his fish is, and he’s got Down syndrome.

This is from the 1600s, y’all.

“Where were the disabled people back then” FISHING, APPARENTLY.

Disabled people have always been here. You just have to look.

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cassandrathegreat_

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If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect

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Secret Book 5: Mold the Ninth

one thing i really appreciate about the locked tomb is how it's made clear in every single setting that every single character is under constant exposure to mold poisoning. like. canaan house? unbelievable amounts of mold. the mithraem? they're eating "necromantically preserved food," you cannot convince me there's no mold. i've just started nona the ninth and one of the first things they establish is that there's black mold in the apartment. it explains everything that happens in this series actually. every single mind-numbingly stupid or crazy decision that everyone has made is, quite simply, just the mold talking.

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GtN pool scene but it takes place in the 5 foot section so harrow is hopping on one foot and gasping for air trying not to inhale water

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I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

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don’t talk to ME about gay yearning. in 2020 during lockdown i lived alone on a boat for three months. i went ashore once a day to work in a marine bio lab. we all had to access the lab at different times so we were never together & risking infection. i was alone all day every day, from my boat to the lab and back to my boat. one day a woman anchored her boat beside mine. we passed each other ashore just once at the harbor and she hit on me and invited me back to her boat. i told her i’d love nothing more but i could not risk exposure because of my weak immune system. she said it was a shame but that she understood. that night i was watering my vegetable garden i grew in 5 gallon buckets up on my roof and playing music on my speaker. “american pie” came on and she climbed up on her roof and shouted all the lyrics to every verse at me across the water and we danced together on our respective roofs. she raised anchor and moved on a few days later.

so yeah i know what it is to die a thousand deaths in an instant while your heart beats on.

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very often i think about this one anecdote from my life that despite being 100% real just seems almost comically tailor-made to prove a point about passport privilege, like it's so on the nose

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You have my gun

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oh baru… a portrait of the agonist based on how i imagined her

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everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

like this Changed Me