#tiger burning bright

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Tiger Burning Bright by Donato Giancola

[inamerlz]

BALDSILIO

[peow-31]

Best gorl is flattered

Sinag: UwU~

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Amur Tiger Cub by Paul Bugbee

[theartisticendeavor]

Tigro, Tigro, Brile Brula

Art by David Mack

[knot-ee]

From the jewelry depicting lepidoptera to the pallor dominating not only flesh but also hair, eyes, and attire, it was difficult to keep his mouth shut. Despite what people would say about Kim, no one could ever accuse him of being a sociopath though there were plenty of other negative attributes someone could pin on him. Naturally he knew right from wrong, knew there was a filter connecting his brain from his mouth, yet he opted to speak plainly. In his perspective, there were far too many people who were willingly deceitful or too shy to speak necessary truths. The world was better off in the long run if people spoke their minds, or so Kim believed.

" Strangers, colleagues, lovers — yeah. Why not? Did I offend you? "

Kim adjusted black balaclava disguising the lower half of his face before running the pad of his thumb across the thick scar running across his brow, then followed the path to push his hairs out from his eyes. He was freshly showered, shaved, and dressed, having returned from deployment not five hours ago, but he looked ready to deploy for another mission. The sleeve of his black compression shirt was drawn over his forearm to pick at a healing wound. He would typically refrain from showing such disgusting behavior in public but judging by the bandages wrapped about the pale man's fingers @hauntsect, Kim figured he wouldn't mind.

" Hey, no one can accuse you of blending into a crowd, at least not the ones I'm usually in. You know how many Korean idols would kill to have your hair colour? "

[adarlingmess]

Baldsilio doodles + hair care advice from Mal

Patience, Bas. It'll grow back HAHAHA

[luke-and-leia-the-cats-not-jedi]

Luke Sleeping - Aug 11 2023

He’s a big Calvin & Hobbes fan. I wonder whether he imagines himself more as a tiger, or a precocious little boy…

[captainpirateface]

[frecklesandpoverty]

[teacup-tai]

Hello lovely Tai! I feel your pain but please know the words are in there and they will flow for you... and when they do we'll be happily waiting to read!

For the asks, please may I have 🌻 and/or 💫 if you haven't done them yet.

Tacky, curiously, after I said I was blocked, it came to me. And soon it will be shared! Thanks for the questions. I guess I went overboard and very reflective, I apologise beforehand. 💜

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I really love to know about what people felt while reading my stories. I think there's something very intimate in sharing one's creations, and I find it beautiful to know how said creations moved/touched readers.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

Nothing would make me give up on writing. I can drop plots and ideas, I'm not headstrong enough to fight against a story that doesn't want to be written. I don't see writing as a task or as something I must do, an obligation so I'm very good at dropping out of fests bc I can't make myself write a certain plot, and I accept it.

But I'm only an instrument. I see writing as pleasure. I tend to write when I can't keep an idea inside of me any longer. I need to get rid of it, so I vomit it in the pages, normally not completely sure about plots and scenes and chapters, only me chasing this feeling that wants out. Every time I tried to see writing as a profession though, my inspiration fled me. So I decided to not purchase writing as a job, but writing as a way of living things I wanted to live, or sharing feelings, ideas and emotions. Writing is the most constant thing throughout my life; since I was really young writing has been my safe space.

There's this amazing Brazilian author, Clarice Lispector (she used to call herself an antiwriter), who influenced my writing since I was a teen, back in 2003: she saw writing as an inner command, she didn't control it, it controled her. Like something larger than life, something bigger than her and it is exactly how I feel about writing:

I write because I do not know how not to write. What would I do, who would I be without writing, Tacky? I do not know. So I guess that's why I never gave up on writing, I keep on writing because writing is my way of being. Is where I allow myself to just be, like a conduit. It goes through me, I can't control it.

Here are some quotes on writing by this wonderful writer, that I find very relatable:

"I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own."

"My freedom is to write. The word is my dominion over the world."

[lovekia]

[inamerlz]

basilio, watch out for that flaming sword !!

[questlation]

Bengal tiger's prospects are burning bright

Bengal tiger’s prospects are burning bright

Is India the new China? No, but there is a new India, and even if Congress, the party of nostalgic but moneyed socialism, wins the election that ends on Monday it will find that the reform process has taken on a life of its own. The gap in economic performance and living standards between the Asian giants – each with a population of more than 1billion – has grown into a chasm since 20 years ago,…

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Amur Tiger Cubs by Paul Bugbee

[eliza-fernway-art]

Please Don’t Make Me Do This