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Salad

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girlhood is touching your necklace whenever you feel nervous

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hmmm this his dark materials fanmade animated trailer is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen this year… wow

Directed by Louis HOLMES, Agathe LEROUX and Léa REY—MAUZAIZE

#his dark materials

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I'm sitting on a backlog of unposted artwork since last year, and only have recently scraped together some free time to catch up with tidbits in my to-do list! It's out of order, but I'm posting the artwork I provided @illumicrate as a bonus print for their edition of The Familiar by @lbardugo -- because it's very leafy, and I've been recently enjoying planting some new annuals for my neighborhood pollinators! A scene from early in the book with Luzia is reviving a withered grape vine as a demonstration with her singing. (captured in foil!) This was such a fun set of character designs, for two very fun characters. Luzia and Santángel are like a pair of spicy cats meeting for the first time before eventually seeking each other's warmth for naptime. Santángel especially, I wanted to capture in his expression the stirring curiosity pushing out through his exhaustive apathy. More art dumps to come!

#absolutely obsessed with this book #so fucking good #the familiar #art

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“I thought your Saints would appreciate the challenge.” For a while she said nothing, then from somewhere behind him he heard her. “Men mock the gods until they need them, Kaz.” He didn’t see her go, only sensed her absence.

#soc #kanej

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that’s a whole man.

#i fucking love kiwi so much they are SO CUTW

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remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

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a commission from twitter

#art #horror

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oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.

phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?

#yes PLEASE #horror

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#this is so fucking vile i am disgusted

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So, a little while back, @pyrrhlc very graciously offered to send me a copy of Child Ballad he had bound, and naturally I was very hyped to accept this offer but (a) I live on the other side of the Atlantic, and (b) any packages I receive at my home address must go through my super, who is both daffy and an asshole, and has kept packages from me for time spans ranging from a week to three months to “denying he ever saw it,” so I was hesitant. But I worked out with my friend who lives in a nicer building that it could be delivered c/o her, so I was very excited about that.

Then there was some trivial misadventuring with the USPS, so I had to ask my friend to go fetch it from the post office for me. “It’s very pleasing to the eye!” she texted me, and I ran uptown to behold the wonder.

Now, the box was slightly bigger than I had anticipated, but I was initially just thinking I didn’t think Child Ballad was that long but I too would be worried about sending intricately-made art over the ocean so extra packing makes sense and joining my friend in admiring the box.

Please note the pattern of the paper. (I actually recognized it from a tumblr post of pyrrhlc’s.)

My friend and I carefully unwrapped it, at which point, she said, “you should make an unboxing video!” and I was not about to wait long enough to do anything that fancy but I did take pictures and look:

WHAT

WHAT

Friends. Comrades. Seen here now at home on my desk:

FOUR BOOKS.

Four extremely beautiful books! Plus an enclosed note with a handsome crow (the books are from the Black Crow Bindery!) which contains kind words about my fics and also edifying facts about the patterns on the covers! The Service Work ones are based on wallpaper from the 1880s! They all have pretty ribbons and handsome Baskerville typeface!

The two Service Work books also have these pretty metal corner guards which probably have a technical name I am unaware of! Tumblr won’t let me add more pictures! You can kind of see them in the others, though!

They are all very beautiful! I am very grateful! Please admire @pyrrhlc’s artistry in this as well as in his writing! I am admiring them on my bookshelf as I speak!

#i would actually kill someone to have these

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the hungering hearts

circle III: gluttony

But he feels warm, pleased. He leans against the back of the chair and watches her

He can hear her heart and it’s the rhythm that he can recognize; it’s the melody that sings to him whenever he lowers his mouth to her neck, to her wrist, to her thigh.

kanej vampire au/ read on ao3

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The businesses begin to suffer. Not much, nothing to be concerned about. But he’s more concerned about how unconcerned he is about it. He does the books absent-mindedly, cataloging the losses. Reads the Council meeting minutes and extracts interesting tidbits of information; stores them in his brain for safe-keeping and never uses them.

Pekka Rollins still doesn’t come back, and now he thinks he knows why. The scientist - the Ice Court, the streets talk. Oh, what a job. A dream for a thief. And he would've pulled it off, he thinks. He could’ve extracted Bo Yul-Bayur and given him to the highest bidder on a silver platter if Van Eck was smart enough to ask him, not Rollins. With the right crew: with his Wraith, with Jesper. With Nina and the insider knowledge of her brainless Fjerdan hunk. And with Wylan Van Eck as insurance - he still doesn’t quite believe his insistence that his father would not hesitate before double-conning the crew that holds his son. In and out, quiet like rats in the night. Yeah, he could’ve done it.

But alas, he didn’t. No need to focus on that.

What he is focused on is - ah, Inej. Inej, Inej. They walk into rooms together and people talk, in the corners, behind doors left ajar, and she squeezes his hand, small fingers closing on black leather, her dark eyes unbothered. Let them talk. And he knows why they talk. The walls of the Slat are dry, uneven and cardboard-thin. Every grunt and moan, every laugh and cry reverberates through the bones of the building. There are no secrets in the Slat, except for precious few.

And people have been saying that he’s sleeping with Inej ever since he brought her from the Menagerie. It bothered him then for some irritating, itching reason that he couldn’t put his finger on. It still bothers him now, except now it’s true.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want her name on their lips. Or at least, he doesn’t want it spoken with anything less than fear, less than respect. And she holds her head high, still, but whatever respect she has earned with her brass knuckles and her skills for the impossible gets muddled up by the way she moans for him, her face pressed into the bent of her elbow, when he fucks into her and the frame of her ramshackle bed bumps against the wall. He diminishes her worth. Spoils her.

At some point, Jesper stops barging into his office and pestering him for things, giving him moony-eyes. Ever since his Da came to the city and saw who his son became, he’s walking around the Barrel all mopey. Gambles more than ever. Loses more than ever. Takes Wylan to his bed, which was perfectly predictable of him to do, and then they fight for hours, even more predictably, and Kaz can spot him talking to Inej in hushed voice as she’s looking at him with some infinite patience and infinite pity written on her face.

Kaz doesn’t ask her what they’re talking about. And she doesn’t tell. He’s not that concerned about it anyway; Jesper can deal with his shit. He has had more ways out than most and still hasn’t learned his lesson. It’s not Kaz’s responsibility to coddle him any longer. Hopefully, he will have enough reason to leave with Colm.

Besides, there is war. There are market disturbances. There is Inej and the way she bites her lip and tilts her head to the side when she knows he’s looking. Her eyes gleam like twin lighthouses, and he can feel himself crashing against the rocks, sinking deep into the cold sea.

****read more on ao3***

#kanej #kanej au #kanej fic #kanej fanfiction #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #soc #soc fanfiction #six of crows

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The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) dir. Isao Takahata

#this movie never fails to make me all sort of things #mostly wonder and despair #the tale of princess kaguya

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i think one thing that bridgerton s2 does well is establish why kate and anthony gravitate to each other. so many romance stories flop because they cant convince you what the deal is but bridgerton is like well they are both eldest siblings they are both patronizing and overbearing they are both control freak know it alls. put them in a jar lock them in a room. haha

#they make logical sense as a couple #they are both hot #and their chemistry is INSANE #what more could you possibly want???? #bridgerton #kanthony

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logging into tumblr like yes i love women and my hobbies include yearning and being silly.

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my best friend linen my brother in arms cotton my partner wool my beautiful sister silk

#cotton is THE LOVE OF MY LIFE excuse yoi #not but seriously once yoy wear actual cotton in summer going back to poliester is a torture