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[blorbingqls]

hi i made a new wallpaper of The Eclipse the series?!

a reference to my initial post here, i sort of was in my firstkhao depression era so i decided to rewatch the show and make a wallpaper out of it (i might make more since this is more of a mix)

i might rewatch moonlight chicken for the sake of it but if you have any suggestions, let me know!!

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[4x09]

Death is such a good character to me. She’s a concept that wants to be a real girl!! She wants to play house! She wants to drink coffee and learn to swim and stay in one place forever! She would give up eternity for small talk and board games :(

[rxshl]

interesting how an absence of walls can cause a place to appear as if it's ephemeral, floating, and otherworldly.

hestia gradating into hermes. odysseus partaking his journey. but in this case, the space is fixed. you are bound to a singularity but with enough flexibility, you become a ship.

[dammjamboy]

I LOVE AU'S!!! i might have gotten a little carried away though ;;;

alt versions under the cut! including a version with the translated ciphers ^^

[blossompigeon]

unicorn

[pabuthefirecat]

身體健康 To Your Health 💪

[nohtora]

chúc mừng năm mới ! hope this lunar new year is one full of good luck and good health for everyone !!

( i wanted to have a bit of fun with patterns with this one - the designs are inspired by encaustic tiles i've seen around vietnam, with a bit of tết flavour :D )

[dannyriv]

"Philosophical questions, tonight," he says, thumbing fleck of carelessness from the corner of his mouth and offering the man a sigh - best to play it coy; dark alley, attractive folks neck and neck in the shadows - could have been anything to anybody.

"Idonno," he says, hand moving to his forehead to feign an itch before gesturing off after the woman, "You know, we all strike out some nights," a smile, smug little thing. A girl in Houston had once called him likably unlikable, and traced it all back to the way the corners of his mouth turned up when he knew he should feel guilty, but didn't.

His eyes cant to the building the man's come out of in an attempt - not a desperate one, but something smooth and practiced - to steer the question back around to him. "Awful late to be uh, breaking bricks in the dojo, yeah?" Tone friendly as he walks, hands pocketed in a leather jacket as he acts like he didn't just walk out of an alley after feeding on the neck of a blonde he's never even had the courtesy to ask a name from.

He doesn't really want this to have to be a thing, but he won't be angry or surprised if it becomes one.

He is a creature of old tastes and the tinge of iron is the roar of the first cogs in a machine, coming to life is the brief reminder. The first revolving door, much like the Rising Sun is a transformative thing that he remembers in spurts. A man once never pondered on technology, until it became a weapon for his own machinations. He knows ancient oil, and fresh crimson, like it's a sick nostalgia. He tastes it against his flesh, with every new strike; as ruthless as the old.

Miyazaki has locked Goju for the night, it's late. The afterburn of the lost isn't usually so haunting. But he feels it, if only because he is painfully attuned to the faintest whispers of magic, even centuries gone.

Tetsuya pauses, keys pocketed as he watches the figure emerge to his right like a shadow made real from between Goju, and its neighbour. It's a poor choice, on the other man's part. There's a woman beside him, eyes wide and alert for an evening. Yet, clean of all malintent.

A faint hm, ghosts the instructor's lips at the recognition that this man has the lingering scent of blood; more monster, than man is Tetsuya, sometimes. He expects this other thing to relate. Miyazaki remains where he stands, eyeing the figures.

All of this, is encompassed in one insurmountable question and it could be translated by the receiver as he wishes: "Why?"

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[guerillas-of-history]

A Viet Cong fighter fires on American positions with his M1A1 Carbine during the Tet Offensive. Hue City, South Vietnam. February 1968.

[sgtgrunt0331-3]

A U.S. Marine M60 gunner from Delta Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, prepares to fire at NVA positions at the outer wall of Dong Ba tower, of the Citadel, in the city of Hue, February 1968.

(Photo by John Olson)

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[4x09]

I don’t want to ship them but the mental image of a primordial god falling in love with a stick bug that went to art school keeps haunting me. #mybug

[rxshl]

this feminine being the fixed/dwelling symbol of the house and the masculine being the explorer is interesting

i always got it reversed cause males dapat ang anchors (usually they are the firm ones) but pondering about it, it makes sense. would females hunt out there in the storm yada yada

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[fragrantblossoms]

Flower. Photo Tet A. von Borsig.

Module, proportion, symmetry, rhythm, by Kepes, Gyorgy, 1906-