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[ash-creates]

I've been getting into finger weaving recently to make myself goofy little bracelets :] it's actually pretty simple, would there be any interest if I posted a tutorial?

[silverhallow]

[benophieweek]

Prompts, themes and Arty Ideas for Moodboards and Instagram posts to follow 🥰

[aestheticballpit]

you ever wake up in a cold sweat and remember that you used to draw?

[carnivorouswillgraham]

hugh dancy going for the role of hannibal in hannibal rising was actually just crazy long game to show the way his later character, will graham, would mirror hannibal heart, mind, and soul. in this essay i will

[manderleyfire]

'How many times you been caught with your hand where it doesn't belong?'

PICKUP ON SOUTH STREET (1953), written and directed by Samuel Fuller

[nespolkei]

they hate each other so much it's so funny i'm sorry i need you to look at them again

[voidedjuice]

had a dream i was in a grimdark magical girl yuri setting, so when i woke up i made it real (and bug themed)

bonus details under the cut:

So basically, a small town was secretly holding onto a box containing an evil god, that the local group of magical girls accidentally stumbled on and opened. The thing inside it wasted no time in starting to destroy the world, and for an unknown reason, one of the magical girls even joined forces with it. The rest of the girls managed to beat them, saving the world, but ended up dying from the curse it left on them soon after.

After dying, butterflies girl looped back in time before the box got opened, and decided to keep the box for herself, to make sure its evil influence (box thing yapping at you to let her out) wouldn't get to her beloved friends. Box thing constantly draws in her allies to the town to break her out & tries to convince butterflies girl to please let her out.

Also here's a really rough relationship chart for your interest:

[gingermintpepper]

So, one of the most interesting things that's come from my recent exercises in writing the Olympians as young deities is all of the very fun and somewhat painful conversations that come from the young deities acquiring and consequently settling into their domains.

Apollo and Artemis especially have been really fascinating under the microscope. They start off identically, with extremely similar interests and similar domains over the hunt and wilderness. They spend their days under the stars and foraging for fruit and dancing and singing in the fields, two rustic god-children exploring and learning together. Then Apollo goes off on his own to slay Python.

Now, a lot of things change when Apollo kills Python. That is the act which transforms the bow from a tool of survival and sport to an instrument of murder, bloodshed and ultimately war. It is Apollo's first act of wrath which separates him from Artemis - both spiritually because she has not yet shed blood herself as a goddess and physically because it leads to his exile. Most importantly however, the slaying of Python is the act that grants Apollo his knowledge.

If violence is what first separates Apollo from Artemis then it is knowledge which keeps them apart.

This can refer to a lot of things; that Artemis continued to be at home with the wild beasts of the forests and mountains while Apollo grew to prefer the domesticated sheep and cattle, that Artemis continued to avoid mortals while Apollo grew to know their ways and endeavoured to teach them more. The point that has been the most interesting to me however has been Artemis, who remains free of slaughter, and thus remains pure and Apollo, who becomes acutely and entirely too aware of it, and thus must be constantly purified.

Apollo's infatuation with medicine specifically is the place where this becomes most apparent. When he leaves for his exile to travel as a mortal, without nectar or ambrosia, without power, Apollo is without the privileges of the divine for the very first time. He sweats, he smells, he grows weary when he travels, he grows hungry and thirsty. He experiences fatigue and nausea, the fever of sickness, the chill of infection, the delirium of poison. The blood Apollo shed does not only make him impure spiritually, it strips him of the purity of his birth and station. Likewise, medicine is not a divine practice. What use do the unkillable immortals have for something as finicky as medicine when they have nectar and ambrosia? Apollo however, knows of the pains of the flesh and the suffering of the mortal coil. He pursues medicine in all its horrors and difficulties because of the knowledge he gained with blood.

Artemis then, cannot understand the medical Apollo. When her brother returns possessed by this spectre of ill-gained knowledge, she does not recognise him. Who is this boy who scores the deer and studies the shape of their intestines before he cooks them? What good is there in rescuing a chick with a broken wing? The Apollo-of-the-Wild in her memories would have done the correct thing and left the thing for dead - let the forest take what is its due. Who is this Apollo whose hands are always stained to the wrist in the blood and gore of the living? What is his fascination with the mechanics of mortal bodies? Artemis does not know and Apollo does not tell her.

That has, by far, been my favourite effect of the whole Python watershed moment to explore recently.

[wimbledon2008]

the detective doth protest too much, methinks

[bbyboykit]

Morgenthorn Aesthetic

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[ash-creates]

Finger-woven bracelet tutorial! (Part one)

Note: this is a very simplified version of what is originally an indigenous craft. I am learning this craft and sharing it with others with respect for its origins.

You will need:

- At least two colours of yarn/string, I recommend thicker yarn while you're learning

- Something to hold it in place

Step one:

Cut yourself two lengths of yarn from each colour. We'll be folding them in half, so make them pretty long- here's what I used, for scale.

Step two:

Fold the yarn in half and tie a slipknot.

Tighten it to your preference- a small slipknot will make it a little bit easier to make into a bracelet.

Step three:

Pin your yarn or thread to something to hold it in place- I use the clasp on my water bottle, but while learning I recommend taping it to a flat surface like a table.

Arrange your colours so that they're alternating.

Step four:

Pick up the colour on the far right (in this case, the blue.) Whichever colour is on the far right, pick up every thread and lay them above the slipknot. This should be every other thread.

Step five:

Pick up the thread that is on the far left and cross it over to the right. It should lay over the other threads of the same colour.

Step six:

Bring the threads above your slipknot back down to their original positions, returning to the alternating pattern. The thread you just crossed over should now be on the far right, and the far left thread should be of the colour you just brought back down.

Step seven:

You're going to repeat steps four to six with the new arrangement of threads. The colour you just crossed over will be lifted over the slipknot this time.

I've hit tumblr's image limit, so I'll continue the tutorial in a reblog!

[silverhallow]

I had to 😂

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I’m in shock as they announce the winners of the hack-a-thon.

I entered a couple years ago and didn’t do very well, but I’ve learned a lot since then, so I entered again this year out of curiosity, just to see how far I’d come. When I saw my score was significantly higher than before, I was satisfied and likely would have left before the winners were announced if I wasn’t waiting for Asher to finish in the gaming competition.

I stand with the small crowd of people that have gathered to watch the competitors as they jump and duck and throw virtual blocks, and I allow myself the opportunity to observe him. His expression focused. His movements quick and precise. I become so mesmerized that when my name is called out, I nearly jump, forgetting for a moment where I am. I look up at the screen to see the words “First Place: Atlas Stephens” and glance around for a while before realizing there isn’t some stranger who coincidentally shares my name, I won.  

At the information desk, a bored teenager requests my ID and then returns it with a lackluster, “Congratulations,” and a slip of paper containing the details of where to pick up my prize.

I start making my way in that direction when Asher hops in front of me, “There you are!”

“Hey, how’d it go?”

“I got second place.”

“That’s great!”

“No,” he insists, “no, it’s terrible.”

“Terrible? Oh my god, you’re as bad as Lex.”

“Take that back. No one is as bad as Lex.”

I side-eye him incredulously, “Really? And yet you’re complaining about second place.”

“No, see, here’s the difference between me and Lex. If I had gotten, like, tenth place, I’d’ve been just fine.”

“I don’t get it.”

“If I come in tenth, then I know I didn’t stand a chance and I can let it go. But second? Now I’m going to spend the next twenty-four hours analyzing everything I did wrong or could’ve done better because any one of those things could’ve made the difference and gotten me first.”

“I see.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

I shrug at him, “I guess I’ve just never been that competitive.”

“Interesting,” his tone is mildly sarcastic as if he doesn’t quite believe me but isn’t going to question me either, “How’d the hack-a-thon go then?”

“It was good,” I tell him as I fold the slip of paper into my back pocket.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re not going to tell me you won?”

I let out a nervous laugh, “I didn’t want to rub it in while you were pouting over getting second.”

“A: I wasn’t pouting. B: I am perfectly capable of being happy for you and feeling sorry for myself at the same time. I’m quite talented.”

“Right, I’ll keep that in mind in the future.”

“Good. So, what did you win?”

“A computer, apparently. Some fancy model called 'The Immersive Bend' or something."

His eyes widen in surprise, “No shit? I should’ve been a programmer. I’ve been needing a new computer forever, but they’re so fucking expensive I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Do you want it?”

“What? No, that’s not what I was saying.”

“I know. But do you want it?”

“No. It’s yours. You earned it.”

“I don’t need it. I love my computer, I built it myself, I don’t need another one. I only entered to see how I’d do, I didn’t care about the prize. I was honestly debating about not even picking it up, but if you can get some use out of it, then let’s go get it.”

“You’re serious?” He asks before letting out a groan, “I don’t know.”

“Tell you what, then, I’m going to pick it up and take it to your apartment and leave it there. You can do it with it what you want. Sell it, use it as a footrest, or hook it up and enjoy it.”

He finally cracks a smile, “Oh, so, you’re inviting yourself to my apartment now? Y’know, if you want to hang out with me, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to bribe me.”

I don’t know what it is about the way he’s looking at me that makes me feel so bold, but the words come out of my mouth before I can even attempt to hold them in, “Do you want to go back to your place and hang out for a bit?”

“Yeah. I do.” His response is quick and definitive, like he didn’t even have to think about it, making it difficult for me to hide the smile that is stretching itself across my face.

“Okay, well, we should stop and pick this thing up first because I’m still leaving it at your apartment.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

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[aestheticballpit]

Please consider: Cling and Clang

[spiritofpassionfruit]

A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes the downfall of a god?!?!?!?

Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution