#sun river

[elijah-loyal]

Taking a moment to honor all the fallen journalists who gave their lives in order to document the genocide in Gaza and the West Bank; wishing all of those who have evacuated a safe journey onwards, and thanking and praying for those who are currently still working in the field.

[humanoidhistory]

Total eclipse of the Sun, observed from Green River, Wyoming, June 8, 1918.

(ETH Library)

[garbagechocolate]

Free Palestine

Surprisingly I don't see many Palestine posts here sooo

Petition links under cut

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Had to share this video to show you how beautiful and culturally rich Palestine is. These are the cities of Palestine and their names. Despite the destruction and death, we still have hope. And we will survive this 🙏🇵🇸

It's a beautiful country full of beautiful people, and we deserve to live, frankly.

[illustratus]

Studies into the Past by Laurent Grasso

[foogseart]

[lionfloss]

ポートフォリオ

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

I'm so obsessed with the fact that the fandom finds this to be very important as a collective. Like, PLEASE. Who could disagree?

[manifestmoons]

Welcome to manifestmoons

Magical water properties. A part of Grimoire Basics Volume 3

[laimar]

b for the ask game ?

THANKS !!

you my friend get to hear about benji my best friend benji!

his name is benji rento and originally he was part of a thing where we made mashup ocs of our favorite characters and he was a mashup of i think sal fisher and jason voorhees. but hes his own thing now and i really like him a lot! i used to draw him nonstop because hes just so easy, unfortunately i dont have any art of him on hand but if i find one ill share or maybe i can doodle him real quick.

basically, benji is a sort of modern day Frankenstein's monster - his father is a necromancer and, for undisclosed reasons, took it upon himself to try and create life from "scratch." (he steals corpse parts from the cemetery. lol)

he's made up of at least a dozen people at any given time, so hes mis-matched and his appearance is different every time he's seen. every patch of him is a different color in various states of decomposition; hes constantly losing body parts (mostly hands/fingers/feet/legs) but his dad is quick to patch him up with a fresh(er) piece.

the only things that haven't been replaced in his 23 years of existence are his face and brain - benji's dad is very sentimental about this, and despite the extremely advanced state of decay both are in, he cant bring himself to replace them. plus a change of brains would essentially alter everything about benji, and it wouldnt be him anymore.

because of the absolutely horrific state of benji's face, benji wears a mask. he's a big fan of spongebob and kirby so his friends like to draw and put stickers on it for him.

his height is usually around seven and a half to 8 feet tall depending on who he's made of. he has shoulder length ratty gray hair with a purple tint - no matter whose scalp piece gets attached to his head, the color and texture always change to match.

given that he is what he is he has the intelligence of a child around 4 to 6 years old and probably wont get any smarter. hes very nice but quick to anger as he can get overwhelmed easily but cant control how his body responds to excess stimuli so he sort of goes on an unintentional destructive rage on his surroundings (aka mostly his room lol)

kids also love him - when he goes around the neighborhood they like to stop and play with him and use him as a jungle gym because hes so huge lol

some little trivia about him:

contrary to popular belief about zombies he does not need to eat at all, much less crave brains and flesh - he does really like cold food tho because of how it makes his insides feel (and also helps to preserve organs!)

his favorite season is winter because he decays a lot slower in cold weather. in summer hes falling apart at supersonic speed

he can be quite stubborn; its hard to teach him things or get him to pay attention when he doesnt want to but he Is capable of learning. he mostly picks up things his dad doesnt want him to learn, like parroting things his friends will say or do (mr pottymouth nishima). once he picks something up its nigh impossible to get him to stop doing it

he has very minimal tactile sensation so its hard to get him to feel something. bc of this he doesnt realize when the stray cats in his yard are snacking on him

and i think thats it! tysm for sending an ask and i hope this made sense

[dancetheblues333]

jily x how to lose a guy in 10 days (aka the most jily romcom to ever romcom change my mind)

inspired by @meriyart

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[jessaerys]

sun visits the moon at spk headquarters and gets so so so sleepy

[photographss-world]

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