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Had the honor of illustrating the burlap pets for the Neopets 25th Anniversary Battledore TCG! Here are my favorites of the bunch~
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*logs off tumblr and rereads the source material* phew... it was all just a bad dream.. . thank god...
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it is actually kind of funny that for all Marcille and Falin are treated as a canon couple by the dunmeshi fandom there's exactly one (1) actual canonically queer character and she's an elf who other elves consider a bit of a pervert because she dates halflings and that gives elves a pedo vibe
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HOMEM COM H / LATIN BLOOD — THE BALLAD OF NEY MATOGROSSO (2025) – dir. Esmir Filho The relationship between artist Ney Matogrosso and Brazilian poet and singer Cazuza transcends the fleeting nature of romantic love; it is remembered by Ney as a profound and enduring connection, marked by passion, rebellion, and tenderness. They met when Cazuza was still young: a fiery spirit, impulsive, fearless, and unapologetically alive. Though their romantic relationship eventually dissolved, what remained was something far more lasting: an unbreakable bond of affection, friendship, and mutual admiration that persisted until Cazuza’s premature death from AIDS at the height of the global epidemic. In the final chapter of Cazuza’s life, frail yet defiant, he embarked on a farewell tour. Every show was masterfully directed by Ney — an act of love, care, and artistic kinship. It was during this period that “O Tempo Não Para”, now a timeless anthem in Brazilian music, was born. Ney, upon hearing the song only once, immediately recognized its brilliance and insisted that Cazuza include it in the setlist. That single decision transformed the song into one of Cazuza’s most powerful and lasting legacies. Decades later, Ney still speaks of Cazuza with a mixture of reverence and tenderness, often confessing without hesitation that he never stopped loving him. Their story lingers not only in memories but also in the poetry Cazuza left behind. One, written for his paternal grandmother, Maria José, was found by his mother after Maria José passed away. Upon reading it, she entrusted it to one of Cazuza’s former bandmates, who instinctively reached out to Ney. It was Ney who breathed life into the poem, transforming it into the hauntingly beautiful song “Poema”, which became one of his most celebrated hits. Far beyond the confines of romance, their bond became a testament to chosen love, enduring friendship, and the sacred intersection between art, memory, and resistance. Ney and Cazuza continue to echo through Brazilian cultural history as symbols of artistic freedom, vulnerability, and the refusal to be silenced.
HAPPY PRIDE! 🌈
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i think i'm gonna try posting my stuff on here i forgot i made this account
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if you can’t keep the vows you’ve made, let me show you how
tearing you limb by limb as much as it takes
so you can’t mess it up a second time
‘i’ll let you taste the judgement that you gave me all my life
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I was worried about Bit, but he seems to be okay, he's just hanging out in his little Play pen.
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easily the funniest part of the wigan kebab video is that the guy who's walking in like he's just stepped into an alien planet is from liverpool and lives, at maximum, an hour's drive away
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There's some pretty obscure dialogue you can find in Chapter 4 where Ralsei roasts the fuck out of Susie and its awesome
You specifically have to tell Ralsei not to park his butt in the room with the couch, and then backtrack here before the final boss!
(Source: https://x.com/pynchosa/status/1935780728119128350?s=46)
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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
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