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from the series: art i forgot to post

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Magic of Migration

shirt we designed for HawkWatch! You can grab one on their website here

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“The Moon & The Stars” dress by Frieda Leopold

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Yes I like mlw

Monster love woman

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How did you end up liking monsters?

𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅.

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Moreno the Orc: Part One

Childhood rivals reconnect after one has been away for years.

female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

You were abandoned as a newborn, and found crying in the bushes by a hunting dog who took you to his master. The hunter Andre was out with his son, Moreno, and the two of them took care of you until they could return home. They took you to Baia, who had just lost her son, and Baia says that though you came from a stranger, she knew right away that you were hers and she was meant to be your mother. Though you were human and she was an orc, all that mattered was the love.

Your father was a woodworker and furniture maker, while your mother brewed fine ales and lagers. They were highly respected in the community, and you learned from both of them, but your father’s main pupil was Moreno, who had taken part in rescuing you as a baby. While you learned from your father as well, it was more important to learn your mother’s craft. Her family had been brewing beers for generations, and had cultivated a dark ale known throughout the village of Rivaden as the Final Feast. She only made it for the winter festival, but it was so highly sought that she sold copious barrels of it.

Moreno was often in the house, and you resented him as a rival for your father’s affection. Since Baia and Rueben had no sons, Moreno was doted on by your parents. As you grew up you would admit that your jealousy was petty, but your rivalry with Moreno started from a very early age.

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Hey, look what i bought today!!

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My horse Squidward loves the water so I took her out to a river to swim and she got so excited she shoved her whole fat dumb head underwater which I have literally never seen a horse do before

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Winter days

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I’m a huge fan of how rhodochrosite can either look like beautiful pink flowers, like pointy red crystals, like little Barbie-pink orbs, or like meat

[ image description: rhodochrosite in each of the previously described forms, ending with some rhodochrosite stalactite chunks that look like breaded hams and one piece that looks like a raw steak growing out of a rock. ]

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Billsafi on Insta

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Sleepy Salem with his pink little tongue out😪

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im sorry that you had to build a barrier between yourself and the world in order to survive it. but please, learn to let people help you. it may take time to take off your exoskeleton, but when you do you will see how much the people you love, love you too.

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“I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table. Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too. Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush. Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say – what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp. Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right? Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow. I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.”

— What People Really Look Like