#a draft

[poopylumpkins]

Life sure is a thing of beauty

Me when I’m lambing.

[kimazuiiii]

Sakura represents a cherry blossom not only physically but also as a character in the way she develops throughout the series: she grows and fails and grows and fails and grows and fails (cherry blossoms represent death and rebirth/ “They are beautiful to see in their prime, but the flowers and the trees are short-lived — blooming for only a few weeks before falling to the ground and withering away”) We literally see her “die” and “bloom” several times in the manga but she ultimately becomes a stronger and better person at the end.

This is also why I feel like a Hegelian analysis of her would be interesting since dialectics is a worldview that perceives the world as constantly moving forward through a series of contradictions. As a character, Sakura is someone who can be divided into several contradictions (it’s part of the reason why I feel like she’s so polarizing and people tend to go to extremes when they characterize her whether they love her or hate her). She is both ruthless and kind, manipulative and honest, destructive and gentle, selfish and selfless, etc etc.

At the beginning of the story, she is a privileged and ignorant girl, a product of the environment she grew up in (konohas view of naruto is reflected upon her, which goes full circle during pein arc). We see this through the infamous orphan comment. But at the same time, she immediately reflects on herself when she is corrected and makes an effort to be kinder. We are also given a glimpse of her dual psyche (inner sakura) which is a result of the contradiction that resides within her (personal desires vs gendered expectations). From the start of the manga, she is a unity of opposites.

As the series progresses, and she is exposed more and more to the cruelties of being a shinobi…

TBC…

[sarcasticscribbles]

MAG 022 Sasha the Archivist AU

(Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a close encounter with something he believes to have once been Jane Prentiss). Context (role switching)

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST Tim, are you sure?

TIM I want to make a statement, something happened, and I don’t know- I mean, it’s what we do, right? 

ARCHIVIST Not really, we research statements. Then we archive them. We don’t make them. 

TIM Fine, fine, but I need to tell someone what happened and you- or this, is the best I got. 

ARCHIVIST Tim. 

TIM Just, hear me out, okay? And then, you can either toss it aside or dismiss it, like you usually do with everything I say.

ARCHIVIST I don’t do that. 

TIM It doesn’t need to be an official statement, I just need it off my chest, please, Sasha. 

ARCHIVIST  …  Are you okay?

TIM I don’t know. 

ARCHIVIST … Tell me what happened. Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding…

TIM A real encounter with what I believe to have once been Jane Prentiss.

ARCHIVIST Recorded direct from subject, 12th March, 2016.

Statement begins.

TIM Well, a while ago, a few weeks, you were looking into that statement about the spider that wouldn’t go away. Carlos Vittery, the haunted spider statement. Something about it didn’t sit right with me, the whole web death, that doesn’t happen. No other recorded cases of spiders spinning their web around human corpses in England. I asked Martin about it, he loved Spider’s- a little too much if you ask me. Remember the lecture he gave when you smashed that big one in the library –

ARCHIVIST Stick to the statement, Tim.

TIM Right.  Right, yes. You asked me to find anything I could about Mr. Vittery, and when my usual methods ended up empty-handed, I.. I decided to check out his flat in Boothby Road. It wasn’t too far of a trip, I know the Institute won’t cover it. That’s not why I’m doing it, I’m not looking for Institute funds any more. I found the building, early morning, and it looks just like Mr. Vittery described in his statement. It’s locked, obviously, I can’t get in and no one answered the buzzers. I had already got this far and I didn’t want to come back with nothing to you – because I know what that entails, so I started looking around. I found a basement window that slightly ajar. It isn’t much, but I’m pretty sure I can get through if I can open it. 

[...]

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends. And you’re sure, about this, Tim?

TIM I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about something like this.  I know you take your job seriously, I wouldn’t want to waste your time. 

ARCHIVIST I didn’t say you did. 

TIM No but… I would only do this if it happened.

ARCHIVIST I suppose. Tim, I- 

There’s a room in the Archives, I’ve used it before when I’ve worked late. You can stay there for now, if you want, it’s not too bad. I’ll talk to Geuturde and maybe have her look into some extra security. The Archives have enough lock to make you feel safe, and the windows should be properly sealed.

TIM [Confused & flustered]  Oh. Okay… Yeah, thanks. I honestly didn’t expect you to… Believe me.

ARCHIVIST I thought you said you lost your phone two weeks ago?

TIM Yeah, something like that, when I went back to the basement. 

ARCHIVIST Yeah. I have received several text messages from your phone, claiming you’re still ill with a stomach bug… Last one said you thought it “might be a parasite”. I tried calling you and you never picked up. So, if this does involve Jane Prentiss, then I take it very seri–

[PHONE BUZZES] Wait

TIM What?

ARCHIVIST Another text from you. “Keep him. We have had our fun. He will want to see it when the Archivist’s crimson fate arrives.”

TIM Excuse me? 

ARCHIVIST It means I’ll ask Gertrude to hire some extra security. I’ll tell Jon and Martin too. I’ll check through the Archives, as I think we have a statement from Ms. Prentiss herself in here somewhere.

Recording ends.

[CLICK]

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Being lazy with Joseph Quinn would include:

• cuddles of course!

• watching your favorite movies in bed with popcorn he had made (your sharing the popcorn btw)

• will tell you how much he loves you and he’s happy to have someone who loves him for him and not his character Eddie

• kisses. There’s a lot of that, and leaving little hickeys on your body (but of course let’s not get too carried away here 😏)

• he likes giving you shoulder kisses, cause honestly he gives off that kind of vibe, you know?

• loves to tell jokes to you and you’d either cringe at them or laugh

• your head would be rested on his chest as he tells you interesting stories about what happens on set

• you love listening to his voice (like you could listen to it all day and not complain)

• after he tells his stories, you’d be asleep actually

• he smiles and kisses your forehead and he also goes too sleep

[byclairs]

i need everyone who equates very earned criticism and condemnation to unnecessary negativity and hate to shut up forever

[governmentcoverups]

The Silver Cat Feeds

When Blue Meets Yellow In The West

A Trip To China Sounds Nice

If You Tread Lightly

[princeshilo]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[katabasiss]

do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Caught

Warnings: smut

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Y/n was laying patiently waiting for her boyfriend to get back home

She was naked and on his bed with a large red blanket covering her body

Her pussy was impatient however and needed her boyfriend

Her finger had a mind of it’s own and decided to go to her pussy

A moan escapes her mouth right after her finger enters

She started to rub herself and already her head rolled back

“Jack” she moans out

As she was touching herself, Jack had entered his bedroom without a word

He knew damn well that he was hard from the sight that stood before him

He cleared his throat which makes her look at him as she continues to touch herself

She didn’t stop when they’ve locked eyes

“I never knew how impatient you could be” Jack started as he started to take his clothes off

Of course she knew how impatient Jack could get, which lead to punishments for him, but now it was her turn for the punishments

“I can’t wait to punish you. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while” he said and she stops touching herself and then he comes onto her once he was naked

“Will you let daddy taste you?” She nodded her head and now her finger that was inside of her was in his mouth

After he had the finger in his mouth, he smiles

“So good” he said and then kisses her neck

His way of punishing her was to tease her as much as he can with not entering her

He started to suck her neck now and she moans and god she was being impatient now

“Jack” she moans out and he knew how impatient she was now despite him just starting to tease her

He stops and he said ‘patients sugar.’

Jack looks at her boobs and then moves his head towards it

Once close enough, he starts swirling his tongue around her nipple

After a minute, he then starts sucking onto it

She moans and he soon stops

He looks at her with lust filled eyes

“Fuck. Now I’m getting impatient. I’ll let you have what ya what now” he said and then goes into her tight pussy

Her head rolls back and her hands were on his back as he starts to thrust

“Fuck! Sugar you feel so good!” Jack moans out

“Mm” she responds which makes him go faster

His cock was hitting her g spot which was making her already need to cum

Her walls being to clench around his cock already

“You need to cum already sugar?” He asked in between moans which makes her nod her head

“Cum sugar” her seed was now blasted onto his cock

She had also screamed his name as loud as she could since his roomie was out

This made him cum because of her screaming his name

He screams her name

Jack soon pulled out of her and laid down next to her

They laid there for about thirty minutes, until Jack got up and said ‘come on sugar, let’s go take a shower.’

And so they go take a shower and afterwards cuddled and chatted until one of them fell asleep (it was Jack who fell asleep)

Y/n gets up as well and now they were taking a shower together

They were both a sweaty mess

His hand goes on her boob and he lightly squeezes it

“Hm” she moans out

[foxbirdy]

A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

Prints & PDF

[fxreflyes]

“tumblr mutual” beloved friend I would pick up at the airport if y’all visited my home city

[krafterwrites]

Yo mama so inactive she deactivated

[rollercoasterwords]

damn that is so crazy that u think taylor swift’s album about being in love with her boyfriend is a paragon of queer storytelling packed with sapphic subtext. personally when i’m in the mood for gay music i like to listen to gay people singing about gay sex but to each their own dude