I am on a holiday with my family, which Is good.
I Is the ird day and we already have visited Seven museums, about three churches and a couple of locali points of interest, which Is also good.
What Is not good, Is the fact that my sister an mother (but primarly my sister) have a trak record of leaving museums only when they have to (aka closing hours or having enough time ti visit another Museum before closong hour) and the current record for longhest time spent in a Museum Is eight hours (without break)(It was the Vatican Museum, so Fair, but still).
We are now visiting an etnical (?not sure that's the right Word but don't have the energy) Museum of cultures around the world. It Is beautyful, Amazing and has tons of things that are simply breathtaking. But...
BUT WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR THE LAST FOUR HOURS,HAVE TO SEE YET ANOTHER QUARTER OF THE PLACE AND CLOSING HOUR IS STILL 1.5 HOURS AWAY.
I think I'm going to go INSANE.
Thank all that is good and holly the last section Is on asian culture (which I find particularly interesting), but my attention Is limited and already strained. There's only so much I can take before I loose It, and that limit Is 4 h MAXIMUM.
Afterwards It Is a Battle between wanting out and wanting to actually see things and both sides are loosing.
Also, we have been walking and standing around visiting museums for the last three days and my feet are killing me!!!! T_T
Even the history entusiasts are dead on their feet, I Just cant!!!
Update, se finally got out, After a Total of 4h 30min. I have seen sunlight again !!! T-T
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saint sebastian tended by saint irene but they're both drag artists
felt like this might be something this site would enjoy
on stage: oleandro & delfi oraakel, photographer: peroksiid (on ig as oleandro_drag, delfi_oraakel and peroksiid)
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I love every stage of them. I love them.
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invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]
Credits for ID here and here
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"It's so embarrassing to admit I only create art for validation" did paleolithic humans not paint for other humans to see. Does a child making their first drawing to show their parents makes it any less valuable. Do gardens arranged for the visitors' eyes make the roses any less beautiful. Do love poems written for one person alone to hear make your heart ache less. You're fine
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i know someone must have done this already but--
based on this post by @chaotic-kass
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quick nosebleed seb doodle 😗😗
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To Malleus Draconia, you are as beautiful as a gargoyle in his eyes.
To anyone who knew him, that was one of the highest praises he could give.
You were protective of your domain. Ever faithful and always watching over those you cared about.
Some might mistake you as demure in the beginning, but when the time came, you would not stand to the side.
What could a magic-less student do? Some would say.
But what have you not done? You have done more than even those with magic could accomplish.
Saving lives and the world.
Though some would never believe this to be true.
It was you who was his first friend and then something more.
With time, as stones do, you too will change.
Like cracks worn through weather and waned, you would age.
Wrinkles and laugh lines formed. Body changed. Never again as you would be in your prime.
Yet you would always look beautiful in his eyes.
Time would take you. Crumbling away as gravel from stone. Bit by bit.
But he will always remember.
His love for you eternal.
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Cyborg Scar? Pretty please? 👉👈
Anything for you Stiff
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her bonnie on the side… makes me a sad, sad girl.
vamp!jane murdstone and my friend’s oc camille…. im melting IM MELTING ✨💘 i don’t know what the colour red is you guys, that’s just jane the walking flag pole (‘high heel shoes make you six feet tall’, the weeknd once said). 🙈✨✨🧚♀️
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the greek class are outcasts in their society (gay, eccentric, the twins, etc) and desperate for a place to belong, but the tragedy of the secret histpry is that everything is a lie. even if they tried to, even if they wanted to, they just didnt like each other. they didnt love each other. thats why everything fell apart
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An eye for an eye makes justice blind
(25/11/2023)
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The Sensuous Vulcan | Artwork by Gayle F for her story Desert Heat (1977)
Read the full fic HERE. It's a quintessential piece of K/S history (featuring the first ever mention of double ridges... if you know, you know).
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Cursed marmont doodle dump
What can I say....I was in a drawing mood 😭
I assaulted the discord server with these 💀💀💀
Will you guys ever forgive me ? 🥺
Ps. Vicenzo Dandolo tea is explained in the comments
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