#king post

[afternoon-king]

So my Instagram fyp has turned into THIS

I decided to join in with my own designs lol

[dragonkingdynamight]

Side Effects Chap 3 preview! An accidental dose of introspective Kacchan.

Behind him, he hears bare feet treading against the soft carpet before strong arms snake around his waist. Deku's firm chest presses against his back, his forehead into the space just between his shoulder blades, and Katsuki laughs a little at his past self. Look what we missed out on, for all those years. "Everything okay, Kacchan?" One of Izuku's hands wanders upward, splayed out over his chest so that his thumb just brushes against the ever-sensitive scar tissue at his sternum, as if he knows without seeing exactly where the ragged skin starts. He probably does.

Read from the beginning

[berrychanx]

Tokyo Mew Mew Karuta Game Scans Part 1

Box Art

Cards

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[transalfredpennyworth]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[kazieka]

so I started a new anxiety medication this past week and so far it’s been going very well except that I have extremely vivid dreams and apparently sleep texting. I seem to have sent this at 3am and i have no memory of it

but i am Right

[lordspoooky]

Ice king is a really good character because they intoduce him and you're like "haha what a freak what's wrong with him" and then the show goes "oh! You want to know? Let me show you :)" and you end up just sitting there like

[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.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

[astrolavas]

a bit late for mermay but. obligatory mermaid au

[afternoon-king]

Here you go, my official lamb deisgn(their name is Elishah) and more fic stuffs, I have no idea when I’ll ever finish this but I SWEAR some day

[dragonkingdynamight]

Chapter 2 is up! I debated holding off and writing more before posting, but it's got such a good stopping point...

The nerd had always had a hard time keeping One-for-All fully in check when under stress, and this may not be literal earth-destroying, life-and-limb-costing stress, the task of enduring an hour of untouched arousal and then having his cock stretch Katsuki's jaw damn near to its limit certainly fucking counts.

Chapter 3 has these two dick-drunk idiots relocating to Izuku's giant -- "Seriously, Deku, you live by yourself, why do you need a bed this big?" -- extra-wide, extra-soft bed.

They definitely forgot Katsuki was gonna cook dinner.

[bethany-antonias]

And no more despair.

REST IN PEACE BERNARD HILL (1944–2024)

[setaflow]

Gay pride happens in June and gay wrath happens whenever hbomberguy drops a 3+ hour video essay about a specific topic

[suiheisen]

forget about elon musk vs mark zuckerberg. i need to see yoshiki fight elon musk.

update: x japan has released its first single in eight years. to further shade elon musk. this is a thing that happened.

[troutreznor]

Chinook Salmon (Oncorhynchus tshawytscha)

[eskildit]

In a better kinder world. Gideon nav would have been at the club.