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GOOD SOUP YOUR HONOR GOOD SOUP
#k pop demon hunters#so good even better than I could have imagined#like my expectation were already high when I went in but bro they were met and then surpassed😭😭😭#go watch it if you havent it’s a real treat
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Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing
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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
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Happy monkey daddy day whatever #legomonkiekid #monkeydad
Found a pic from twitter

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Not my white ass locked in the duke’s dungeon again because I fucked his favorite jester 😩
I didn’t know he was so territorial over the silly little guy 🙄
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#this is why I’m scared to post fics on ao3😭😭#but alas I have already done so and now I await my punishment
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Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1
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Just in case anyone's been wondering about my journey on making stickers💃💃💃
Making some LMK stickers and Macaque is simply a silly lil guy
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Making some LMK stickers and Macaque is simply a silly lil guy
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Who is Macaque's favourite pilgrim ? (Not counting Wukong, that’s just his big bro) And from a scale of 1 to 10, how likely is Wukong of smashing the manace out of macaque one of this days?
Six-ears favorite pilgrim would be Sha Wujing and mostly cause he uses the guy as a jungle gym
As for Wukong, every. single. day. He gets so close to smacking the hfil out of the guy but the monk is always watching so he has to play nice at least in his presence, the moment his eyes are not on them it’s free game😭😭😭
#jttw au#daisy au#jttw sun wukong#jttw six eared macaque#jttw sha wujing#six ears would get smacked up the head and immediately start making crocodile tears to gain sympathetic#*sad monkey noise*
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Tshirt idea I had
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Will we see more clips of Macaque as bitsy in animations? The last one was just so good. If not, then that's alright.
I definitely have some more audios of bitsy that are just too good to not make, so expect those soonish👍
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