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daniel-is-me · 27 days ago
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can you draw a Seal……. harp seal whatever seal …….. low effort seal 64 bit seal…. Any seal…….
i really like this font
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here you go
free to use anywhere anyone wants to
preferably without credit
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werewyrmcaecilian · 6 months ago
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coquettefawn · 11 months ago
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ridleymb · 1 year ago
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The moment I saw Hornet named TK felt so special to me
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ratsayssqueak · 1 year ago
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dykesevika · 6 months ago
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Happy Holidays!!
Men DNI
Do Not Repost/Use Without Asking+Crediting!!
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mchhngrrl · 21 days ago
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2.16.25
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inkskinned · 3 months ago
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she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.
i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.
a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.
it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.
ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.
in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.
i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.
i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.
i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?
i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."
on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.
i hope one day it stops hurting.
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drolta · 8 months ago
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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
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garvi-oddis · 10 months ago
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200 followers celebration post!
"drunk acts"
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toothlesssoul · 10 months ago
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ridleymb · 1 year ago
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What if changeling spores appears in Fungal Waste
Idea & des by @dooblebugss
I like their ideas
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akenecho · 4 months ago
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lulla-bee · 2 years ago
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let's pretend that this is the most violent they have ever become
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cuisinekuga · 1 month ago
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Random PNGs
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Sourced from Pinterest. ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )
F2U without credits.
OK to Recolor / NO Reposting
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w1f1n1ghtm4r3 · 10 months ago
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do you want to make your own fake sekai 2*s but dont have a blank version of the background? look no further, ive got a free to use set of both original and anni3 2* blank backgrounds that i created myself! (link is to a google drive folder with all the individual backgrounds)
i made these while making my own fake events, but then i made all the different versions, so i figured i might as well share them with everyone (*^▽^*) have fun, use them for making your own 2*s for ocs and events and whatever else you might think of without needing to worry about the backgrounds!
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