#The Girls on the Pier

[fawnvelveteen]

Edvard Munch, The Girls on the Pier, c. 1901, Oil on canvas, 136 x 125 cm, National Gallery, Oslo

[henk-heijmans]

Girl knitting a sock on Whitby Pier, North Yorkshire, England, ca. 1889 - by Francis Meadow Sutcliffe (1853 - 1941), English

[guntapon]

RIP to director Tiw’s artistic vision. 😞 (And also his arm. Ouch.) 

+ Bonus: MLM/WLW solidarity seething jealousy 

[fistfuloflightning]

“Your welcome was rather disappointing, Jiang-zongzhu,” Jin Zixun calls mockingly. “Even your husband here failed to make us feel at home.” The obvious baiting is answered with a dangerously still, silent courtyard. Jin Zixun throws a glance at the three cultivators keeping Lan Wangji kneeling, chin tipped in a wordless order.

The blade hooked beneath Lan Wangji’s throat digs deeper, drawing more blood and he knows without looking that the red on the front of his robes is growing. Still no response. Lan Wangji can feel his wife’s presence, along with a handful of other qi signatures he recognizes as Jiang senior disciples. And he prays she doesn’t come out.

Jin Zixun’s grin is feral. “Very well.” But before the blade slides home and ends it all, the doors are flung wide and Jiang Cheng emerges. A silent breath escapes him. He should have known his Wanyin would not stand by. It is not in her nature.

Hair unbound and eyes flickering with Zidian’s energy, she looks like a wrathful goddess of lightning. Even where he’s forced to kneel, Lan Wangji can feel the electricity thrumming through his wrecked meridians, thinned to the point of snapping. Sandu’s naked blade gleams wickedly in one hand. And in the other, she carries their son.

She is not like his mother, bowing her head with furious acceptance of her fate and allowing her sons to be dragged away from her. She is not like her own mother, vicious in her pride and arrogance, blind to the needs of her children.

Jiang Cheng would do the impossible for those she loves. That is her strength.

Lan Wangji knows that there is no safer place for their son than in her arms.

[perigilpin]

That's me in the corner, that’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion

[shiftperception]

my contributions

Chaos (self sona) and Icarus (oc) brotps to let the cringe consume me

live Leaf reaction

you will never be him

[vintagequeens]

Pier Angeli

[bitter69uk]

“Monique was the kind of character that exists only in Fellini movies: hyper-sophisticated, hyper-dramatic, hyper-hysterical. Tall, buxom and blonde, she even looked like Anita Ekberg in La Dolce Vita. She claimed to have discovered Hiram Satyricon Keller and to have lost many of her admirers to her close friend and frequent house-guest Rudolf Nureyev. She was always heartbroken but never missed a party.”

Bob Colacello reflecting on Monique Van Vooren in his book Holy Terror: Andy Warhol Close Up (1990). Belgian-American actress, dancer, cabaret chanteuse (she released the album Mink in Hi-Fi in 1958), international sex kitten and plastic surgery enthusiast Van Vooren (25 March 1927 – 25 January 2020) was born on this day 97 years ago. If you’re unfamiliar with Van Vooren, think of her as a kind of “lost Gabor sister” – or at least a kissin’ cousin. Her wayward filmography encompasses Tarzan and The She-Devil (1953), playing Queen of Skulls in Pier Paolo Pasolini’s The Decameron (1971), Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein (1973) and the Liz Taylor face lift melodrama Ash Wednesday (1973) (in which she is billed simply as “German woman”).

[yaboyhoney]

Ooo is it possible if you can write a drabble about the confession part on the piers x reader x raihan one?

Raihan x GN Reader x Piers

"So how are we gonna do this?" Raihan asks Piers. The two were on a coffee date; gym leaders typically all get the same days off together.

"You gotta be more specific, love, we just sat down," Piers said with a breathy laugh.

"That isn't what I'm talking about, it's about them." This gets Piers' attention faster than you could blink. The two had confessed mutual romantic feelings for the same person, a close mutual of theirs. This particular friend is the whole reason why Raihan and Piers were able to confess their feelings to each other to begin with. But with recent times, they noted a yearning for their friend, wanting to include them in a potential polycule.

There were several factors in their way though, such as not knowing how their friend would react is a big factor.

"Do you even know if they like men?" Piers asks first. "In all the time I've known them, they've dated a woman...Well up until recently, maybe two years since...well...you know." Piers is mentioning an old ex their friend had. They were clearly not good for each other.

"Nah," Raihan says with a loud laugh, "They're so down bad for men. I follow their nsfw blog." Piers' deadpan stares at Raihan. "You'd be surprised but our little friend is naughtier than they appear to be. As cute as they are, they're filled with dirty little secrets."

Piers lets out the kind of laugh where you exhale harder through your nostrils. "You're right about the cute part...not sure how accurate you are about them having secrets. Considering how much we know about them."

"So how should we do this? If we're not fast enough, someone else might catch their attention. Not that there's anyone better than us though."

"Us both giving Applins... Could be a start but I'm not sure how they'd feel with two extra mouths to feed," Piers sighs. Giving an Applin, a well known dragon type Pokemon, is seen as a romantic gesture to indicate one's confessions. "They have enough Pokemon to care for, if you consider it." "Yeah, an Applin's not flashy enough either for my personal taste. It would be nice to do something more...unique. Personal to both of us. The three of us."

"I think it'd be better if we confessed at the same time, as opposed to doing it separately for sure," Piers recommends. "That way it doesn't insinuate we're cheating on each other. But doing a double confession takes away individuality." Raihan bites his inner cheek. Piers is right about that. Piers could have easily dedicated a solo concert whereas Raihan could have done a fun and intense battle to confess instead. "Taking them on a vacation somewhere just to confess could end poorly if they don't reciprocate either, wouldn't it? If they don't respond positively..." "They're gonna!" Raihan protests back, but after a moment of silence he does agree. If the three of them went on a vacation together and their friend didn't like them back, they'd be the third wheel for the entire trip.

The two agonize in a small silence before the waiter comes to pick up their order. A caramel latte for Raihan and cup of hot tea for Piers, along with their usual meal order.

"I do have one idea. Not sure how much you're going to like it though," Piers finally says.

"Well out with it, we got no other plans."

"How good are you at singing?"

~~~

You let out a long yawn as you exit the university school dorm room. It had been a long day of studying! After working several good years at Pier's gym as his stage manager, with some encouragement from your two favorite boys, you decided to go back to school.

You read a message in your group chat, Raihan and Piers were wondering if you wanted to hang out with some karaoke. "FUICK YEAH!!!" you type back. "Where at?" The two instruct you to come to Pier's place, as per usual.

You hop on to the soonest taxi and fly over to Spikemuth. The locals there recognize you and yell out your name gleefully as you walk down the streets. Despite the rough and gritty nature the city has, it's a second home to you. You walk right up to Pier's door, knocking on it twice and yelling to announce your arrival before using your own key to unlock and enter inside.

But once you step inside, Pier's usual monochromatic apartment seems to have changed. They were roses everywhere adorning each step, there was beautiful ambience lighting that made the room feel like you were walking through stars, and soft music playing.

You enter the apartment to see Pier's playing a bass, practicing it seems. It'd been years since you've seen him pick up an instrument. "Hey boys," you say with a warm smile. "What's the occasion? We haven't done this in a while."

"We like you," Raihan is quick to say first. Piers shoots him a look, wanting to have done the song at least first. "This song's for you, we uh..."

"We learned it," Piers finishes Raihan's sentence. "It's not ours but it conveys how we feel about you....but it could be our song after."

You stand there, eyes wide in shock, jaw dropped slightly. Before you could say much more, Piers presses a button and the track starts to play as he accompanies it with his bass.

Raihan for once feels nervous, this wasn't the same kind of tension he'd feel with facing a losing battle. But with a soft and yearning heart, he sings as Piers plays. The whole piece is so soft and yearning. You can't help but to smile, hiding your face with your hands every so often as the two catch your gaze. You sit there in the most serene peace you've ever felt in years.

When the song is over, both of the boys stare back at you, a momentary pause of silence between you all. "Can...Can I kiss you guys?" you ask, your face burning red. "Finally!" Raihan exclaims. "Yes, you may," Piers says back warmly.

You kiss them both on the cheek lightly, still feeling rather apprehensive over the whole ordeal, but the two boys go along at your pace, kissing your face at the same time.

The night wasn't over though! You were promised karaoke after all.

[drawbudd]

so i watched the finale and. i just woke up and was like wait that Actually Happened

like i don't remember how i got into the owl house but i dont think in a hundred years i couldve expected:

-accurate depictions of abuse and the effects thereof

-openly neurodivergent main character

-exploration of "less known" lgbt identities (nb character??? canonically aroace character?????? thats insane)

-just generally open displays of mental health issues as the story happens (im so happy that it wasnt like oh no. anyways off to do this thing now- like you saw how it affected them and i am so happy abt that)

-literally all those horrifying moment. i am as much of a horror fan as the next but i swear every time monster belos is on screen im like wow okay how did they allow this. what is the target demographic again

-also very clear depictions of physical disabilities (more noticably eda's lost arm but more subtly Dell's nerve damage and eda's curse)

i could probably go on for ages and ages but what i really wanna say is

Thank you, Dana and everyone else that made it happen, for one of the most amazing shows ive ever seen.

[drawingwiffmoochi]

Uuuuh oh yeah I’ve been meaning to post these

I’ve been trying to get better at my digital art and I tried brush pen art teehee

[fayegonnaslay]

Girls on Film

statements (many of which I do not agree with) from Julie Burchill's "Girls on Film", 1986

[slimemanagement]

Melusine

[newlyy]

Finally bought and tried some sushi. Um. So now I know I don’t need to buy sushi again.

[juicydemon]

Commission for https://twitter.com/Deadwolf20018

[somethingfromfrosty]

initially i wasn't sure of uploading my PPP stuff to tumblr, but since not only one person are sharing their creations with him, then why not? i have some funny and cute edits and memes to show you. about art - maybe later

suffer with my stupid humour