Older than history itself
What if the oldest vampire was a Neanderthal girl 🤔
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Filipino Isekai
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Incredible work by @gabrielagoniphoto on Instagram.
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Abandoned mine, Slovakia
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Mother nature, the basket weaver.Wind blown blades of dry grass are trapped in a wire fence, creating what looks like a massive art piece or weaving.
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I cannot stress enough how important the thumb-nailing and color study process is, it makes an insaaaane difference in the quality of (at least my) work. Anyways, here’s a finished final for my sci-fi and fantasy illustration class (the prompt was human and alien interaction).
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I got my tetanus shot we can play polearms again
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A Q-bee comic to get you through the heatwave!
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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
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Each spring, my daughter returns from the underworld
ice-cold and frost-hard. The only light in her
is the cheap reflection of gold,
shining against the shadow of death.
I show her the sun again,
but it’s hard for her to thaw—
she freezes the new buds in the night
many times before she finally lets them bloom.
She can’t bear, at first, to let the sun kiss her cheeks,
knowing she must lose the spring again.
But she learns, and she laughs,
as the days lengthen and shorten.
And then my daughter returns to the darkness,
and winter comes again.
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(fish voice) ok i'll bite. wh
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actually the show is called "House" because they break into every patient's house
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*grabs my lover's head with both my hands, looks directly into their eyes, and speaking with intensity* youre my cheeseburger
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it's so scary but exciting when an artist you like follows you back omg hiiiiiiiii......... not here, it's on my art blog but hiiii haha i didnt expect to see you round these parts can i get u a drink... u///u
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