#ericwolf

[vampiregeese]

after this u all have to promise to STICK WITH IT. this is THE eric/wolfgang ship name poll. it is law. i will start tagging the ship art i draw of them with the winning name

[artistny]

Beautiful quiet visit to the #artshownyc by @the_adaa #hughsteers @trophysophie @susaninglettgallery @debraforcefineart @matthewmarksgallery @pacegallery @artinamerica #ericwolf #dekooning (at ADAA Art Show) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9KMisKBron/?igshid=1hr3sanu2wftm

[accuratepicuresofanthropologists]

Eric Wolf, right, and a buddy in Venice April 1945

[magnoliawhetstone]

@ericwolfe​ || closed

lia could not believe herself. claire would never do this--mis.en.place magnolia!. how could she have missed such a crucial part of the baking process? now everything was in the bowl minus the one thing she needed most: eggs. how was she supposed to make her famous apple cinnamon muffins without eggs? sighing, she wiped her hands on her apron and turned, her frustration getting the best of her--she knocked flour all over the counter--and herself. “so much for having a clean station”, she muttered. her first instinct was to clean it up--but she really needed to get the egg in the mix before it did its own thing. and she had promised the front desk staff she’d bring them treats today--she couldn’t back out. 

gingerly, she stepped in the hall. some habits died hard and then there were others that were impossible to lose--for lia, it was never leaving the house looking like a mess. her mother would never allow it. a woman must always look her best, she never knows who she might meet. but lia didn’t have time for a wardrobe change. she looked around to make sure no one was coming before scooting quickly to the next door over. knocking, she prayed someone was there. she didn’t want to try another door and risk more poeple seeing her. as the door opened, her cheery smile morphed into something else entirely. “holy shit.” she whispered, eyes wide. she was not expecting to see eric wolfe at the door. 

[r-bygrxxves]

Soft Affection

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🛌 take a nap with yours

@ericwolfe

soft blue eyes looked across the room as she watched him. he had went to lie down while ruby went to dress into more comfortable clothes. which were mostly always a matching pajama set with a tacky saying printed on; this one a tank and short set with the words ‘na’ma stay in bed’ across the shirt. ruby made sure to tip toe over to her bed. they were supposed to watch a movie and eat snacks but the girl had seen how tired eric had looked when he showed up and now the proof was all across her down feather pillows as he was falling asleep. a chest of calm breaths moved slowly, up and down, and she could just hear his sleepy breathing. 

she stood at the edge of the bed and moved his hand that hung over the edge of the bed closer to him, across his chest. then she slipped into the empty spot beside the man and reached over to the bottom and pulled up her blankets only making eric stir slightly. he seemed to want to get up for the movie but ruby was already patting the bed and shushing him. “dont get up. you’re tired, eric.” she assured him as she lulled him down with fingers brushing through his hair. “we can watch a movie another time, i don’t mind a nap right now anyway. just don’t go and hog the blankets on me, you got it?” she whispered. 

she then finished pulling the blanket up and moving closer to the warm body, being careful not to wake him up again. her hands began to move in soft circles across his arms and she started humming a soft tune she remembered from home. all the sweet sound of her voice only lasted as long as she could keep her eyes open herself and before she knew it her head tipped forward slightly, her eyes shut, and she was breathing as heavily as he was; falling fast asleep.  

[keycomicbooks]

#Micronauts #1 (2002) #DaveJohnson Cover & #EricWolfe Hanson Pencils, #ScottWherle Story The Micronauts are back, BIG time! Acroyear, Baron Karza, Space Glider and Biotron return for an all new era of sci-fi excitement. On a distant planet, Earth-born Ryan Archer sits behind cold prison bars, and relays the tale of his arrival to a mysterious armored warrior. Can this rebel warrior help him? Will he ever see home again, or is he destined to remain there for life? More importantly is why the world's tyrant leader, Baron Karza, fears him.  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B081VH14MM

[martineznotte]

Tweeted

"Casi todos hemos participado en una actividad gastronómica memorable" afirma #EricWolf, director ejecutivo de @WorldFoodTravel, en la primer ponencia del #GastronomyTourismCongress en el marco de la feria #Navartur, en #Pamplona (#España) #pamplonaesmuchomas pic.twitter.com/naDJRzB6FF

— Alejandro (@martineznotte) February 21, 2019

[wholecarenetwork]

Electrical Systems 101

[jacili]

Myself by eric wolf

[vampiregeese]

Weric real (I am making them suffer in the google doc)

when i wrote them i always called them "ericwolf"... imagine telling me 6 months ago that ppl would be 1. writing hanahaki fanfic abt them and 2. they'd be called. Weric. insane.

[magnoliawhetstone]

🍎

🍎: how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  

tw: anxiety, disordered eating

it is very likely lia has anxiety, but mental health was not a conversation that happened in the barnes household. her perfectionism had quite a life of its own when she was growing up. her mother had been very focused on being the best, whatever that meant. usually, it was lia being enrolled in every pageant in the state–and then some. for weeks she would train, throwing batons in the air, yo-yo dieting, practicing her speech and answers to questions. there as no control or agency in the blonde’s life–except for in two places. her relationship with @ericwolfe was a place where she was able to be her own version of herself. she carried baggage, but it was like she could put it away for the time she was with him–though clearly, in the end, her mother won that control too, as she had left without so much as a goodbye and wasn’t given the choice to do so (or, well, lia had the ability too–but she was so fearful and broken that the risk of rejection by him of all people had caused her to listen to her mother). the second place her control manifested was in the way she approached food–a dangerous game she played. one that came back to destroy her that fateful spring day. 

nowadays, she has learned stuffing is better than feeling, and anything that can help her hide her truth from the world, she clings to. for her, its relationships and serving others. the more she can focus on others, the less she has time to tend to those demons within her. should she go to therapy? yes. will she? well, her walls have been up for so long, she’s not sure anything will make them come down.

[artistny]

A beautiful exhibition in #hillsdaleny at @labspace_art curated by the very talented #EricWolf #TheNatureLab @risd1877 much represented. Check it out #small #scale #art @hudsonvalleymag @hudsonvalleyhappenings @olanashs @artnet @art_omi (at Hillsdale , New York)