A commission for @xdeusxmachinax ! Changeling Gunmar and Strickler bein old lovers, can't help the sweet moments qwq no stickers below cut! I had a lotta fun drawing the old couple, I've missed goin ham scribbly!
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Maison à flanc de colline à Steilacoom, dans l'État de Washington, conçue en 1967 par l'apprenti de Frank Lloyd Wright, Milton Stricker. Photos via Redfin - source MCM Daily.
I really don't understand why Loona said that sometimes dads fuck up or whatever. She was guilt tripping him?? In this episode it's line is only true for Via.
(notes:(my au) Alastor is Demi/Demi(still ace, and it takes him months to care enough, other than that he’s pan), Val doesnt rape people in my au and prefers things to be consensual, still a hot head though, Lute is trans(ftm) so when writing for him ill be using he/him pronouns)
(notes:(my au) Crimson isnt an awful father, he’s not the best but he’s not horrible, he just didnt get Moxie(he was a lot softer than Crim), but he tried and got his son out of the Greed ring so he could be somewhere safer, well, as safe as he could be in hell-,
thinking about the time i was hospitalized bc of dehydration post-fasting for my wisdom teeth removal.
nobody tells you that pumping IV fluid directly into your veins makes you fucking inescapably freezing, and also you have to piss a gallon like, immediately. insane experience. where are these truths in hospitalization whump fic.
things you can buy and things you cannot:
waves, dish-drainer, tree frog who moves
into the open when the rain comes
how the proportions have changed — how rare, resistant
the unbuyable has become
yellow flowered fennel covered in road dust
you can't pay for the dust, it comes for free
the roar of crickets on a back road —
what would you pay for this
night and its impenetrable
avalanche of stars
Maybe it's my advertisement-poisoned brain, but I can't help seeing some kind of sales pitch in this portrait of Brigadier General John Stricker (oil on canvas by Rembrandt Peale, ca. 1817-1818). His determined yet content expression, the pose, the staring into the middle distance... is it an ad for laundry starch?
Don't let the Battle of North Point sink your shirt frills! STRICKER STARCH, for a shirt that stands up to life's battles!