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[craftystampin]

Stamp It Group October 2024 Thanksgiving Blog Hop

Autumn to Remember Card Welcome to Stamp It Group Thanksgiving Theme Day Blog Hop.  We are all using current Stampin’ Up! Products. I’m Linda Cullen from Massachusetts, USA and you are visiting my blog Crafty Stampin’. At the bottom of the blog post, you will find a list of all the participating blog hoppers so you can move along from blog to blog and see all the fantastic projects. Leave a…

[coucou-uv]

I've been blessed me with another angsty style fic so here's a drawing to celebrate

[danneroni]

⚠️ DO NOT BREAK GLASS ⚠️

[preraphaelitepaintings]

The Awakening Conscience

Artist: William Holman Hunt (English, 1827–1910)

Date: 1853

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Collection: Tate Britain, London, United Kingdom

Description

Inspired by the novels of Charles Dickens, William Holman Hunt shows an aristocratic man visiting a working-class woman, who lives in a flat he owns. The woman jumps up realising her home is a trap. The man’s gesture mimics that of the cat under the table, reaching for a bird as it tries to escape. The factory-produced textiles and carpets are a metaphor for the exploitative, commercial basis of the relationship. Hunt hoped to persuade the model, Annie Miller, of the dangers of dependence of this kind. Miller, a bar worker, became a successful Pre-Raphaelite model and married an aristocrat.

[oh-bother-stickers]

[mirwx]

hey did you know that i like isat :3

[nivea-ah]

There had been times, in Shouto's past, where he would sit on the worn tatami floor in the brief seconds of rest between training, and think of the future before him.

In his eyes, he would see an older Shouto, hair long enough to cover his scar, and a hero costume to completely cover up his left. He would think of a house, far away from him, nestled next to a beach, only meant for his mom, never for him to visit, for he could never allow himself to hurt her that way.

It wasn't a good future, but it had been good enough.

But, now, Shouto wakes up everyday to the shuffling of a strong arm around his middle, a promise of forever glistening in the band around the hand's finger, and Shouto can't help but feel foolish for ever thinking he would be happy in a future without his lover.

Shouto turns around to soft curls and warm smiles, to whispered 'I love you's and sleepy kisses. A hand smooths over Shouto's cheek, scars brushing against Shouto's, and all Shouto can feel is love, for the man in front of him, and for himself, too. Because he has learnt that as well, in the loving arms of his husband.

"I love you," he murmurs, enjoying the soft laugh he hears, and knows for certain that this is the best future he could have ever hoped for.

[yessfordor]

MEET JUNO !

[yourbasicqueerie]

patti lupone wearing a low cut shirt and all of a sudden in pillowless

[23fallencomets]

I FUCKED UP YHE STANDINGS IN WHAT EVER IT TAKES FUCK ME OH MY GODSKAMAKOSOA

i got caught up in the loscar agenda 😭😭 and i’m literally like 2k words from finishing the fucking fic oh my god

like everything ok the excel sheet is correct I JUST DIDNT PAY ATTENTION WJEN I WAS WRITING OH MY LWKZISOWO

[cactus-chowder]

Ladies... puppets, furries, please!

[oh-bother-stickers]

[organvaults]

website update new character dropped

alternating ver under cut (slight flash warning)

[arc-hus]

House in Velle-sur-Moselle, France - GENS

[the-way-we-were]

Waking up in the garden…

[sherlock-is-ace]

I'm already sleeping like shit because my anxiety is through the roof lately, but now I have the added bonus of a fucking bird that comes to my window every single day at 6am to peck at his refection on the glass and wakes me up.