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userjoel · 1 year
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THE LAST OF US — 1.01 tidbits,  joel+sarah ver.
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sitting-on-me-bum · 5 months
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A male orange tip butterfly (Anthocharis cardamines) backlit by the afternoon sun. Only males have the orange tip on the upper forewing.
Photograph: Sarah Perkins/Royal Entomological Society
Insect Week Photography Awards
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thunderstruck9 · 6 months
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Sarah Fairchild (American, 1972), Phlox and Fritillaries, 2023. Acrylic, silkscreen, metallic foil, nylon flocking on paper, mounted on panel, 45 1/2 × 35 1/2 in.
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witchesnet · 2 years
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Look up.
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lgbtqreads · 1 year
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Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week 2023!
Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week! Running from February 19-25, 2023, this week we’re celebrating aromantic rep, so check out these titles! (Representation is included/highlighted with each title, where I know it.) As usual, all links are affiliate and earn a percentage of income for the site, so please use them if you can! Please note this roundup only features titles that were not…
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steeb-stn · 11 months
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WHAT IF a young dumb tender-hearted eighteen- year-old Tommy got a tattoo for his baby niece who he adores. What then
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alaska-ren-works · 4 months
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Hollow 👏 Kindred 👏 Hollow 👏 Kindred 👏
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Gift for @jade-green-butterfly & @x-elyssa-x
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Kanye the Techno Troll and Sarah the Arabian Troll doing a belly dance 🤩🤩🤩🤩
(Bonus art)
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Kanye and Sarah as humans and wearing clothes like Esmeralda 💖💖
Sarah belongs to me
Kanye belongs to @jade-green-butterfly & @x-elyssa-x
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house-of-1000-corpses · 2 months
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faguscarolinensis · 7 months
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Calycopis cecrops on Solidago canadensis / Red-Banded Hairstreak on Canada Goldenrod at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC
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skoulsons · 10 months
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“Dad!”
The pitter patter of Sarah’s little feet trudging through the upstairs hallway and coming to a squeaking halt outside his door was always a welcome replacement for whatever beeping from hell his clock was set to.
It wasn’t often, especially as she got older—though she was only ten—but Sarah loved being with him in the morning before he drove her to school and he worked an eight hour shift at the site. Their nights were always spent together as Sarah told him about her day at school as he caught up on dinner, or Joel complaining in depth about all that happened at work that day just so Sarah could throw him a sarcastic look of I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Their nights were constant. It was down time for just the two of them to sit in front of the tv or for Sarah to curl up against him or prop her feet in his lap as she did homework.
The mornings felt more special. They didn’t always get them. Joel sleeps late, they miss breakfast, or Sarah’s sick. But the mornings they get—the times when they snuggle together, most often in silence—are always exceptional.
Sarah has a sleepy smile on her face and her hairs all folded over to one side when she steps through his door, making her way to his bed. “Morning, dad,” she says, only making half an effort to crawl into his bed before plopping down next to him.
Joel rolls over onto his back, his head turned to the side to meet her eyes. He smiles at her, warm and bright. “Mornin’, baby girl. How’d you sleep?”
She nods, her eyes half shut. “Good.”
“Good. No bad dreams?”
“Mm-mm,” she mumbles, scooting closer to him.
She hooks both her arms around his one, holding on to it and resting her head on his deltoid. She blows out a sigh, the air hitting his arm and traveling over his chest. “Do you have to go to work?”
Hs turns his head to her, his chin siting atop her head. He kisses her once, lifting his head. “I do, kiddo.”
Sarah lets out a sigh and Joel can tell it’s a sad one. Her typical one when Joel gives her the same answer, her wishing every time that it’s different so she can drag him by the arm to fairs or ice cream stands with their newfound free time.
He wants it as much as she does. As tired as may get being a single father, he relishes when they get to be out of the house and he can hold Sarah’s hand in his as they’re out in public. To go out and give her experiences and memories she’ll carry into her adulthood. And, even if they’re forgotten by that point, at least he’s given her something that’s made her smile.
That’s all he could ask for, really.
“When will you be home?”
He directs his attention back to her, even though he can’t quite meet her eyes. “6 at the latest.”
She pulls away, an expectant look on her face as briefly changes the subject. “Sunday! We can do something Sunday! You’re not working!”
“That is a good idea, but…” he draws out the but slightly, the smile on his face growing. “I actually have a three day weekend this weekend. So that means-“ he turns completely on his side, hooking one arm under her side and the other going over her other side to pull her on top of his chest. Sarah giggles as he hoists her on top of him, holding her to his chest.
She speaks before he can finish his sentence. “Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?”
He laughs, “Yes ma’am,” he answers, kissing the crown of her head. “We get plenty more time.”
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hearteyesblog · 11 months
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All I’m saying is that if 911 didn’t happen My Babysitters A Vampire probably wouldn’t exist
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eirene · 2 years
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Honey of Hymettus, 1891
Sarah Paxton Ball Dodson
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happy--birthday--kiddo · 11 months
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Stop scrolling and just take a lil moment of silence for Sarah 🙂
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She came before innocence became a luxury. Maybe she's fortunate she passed before she lost hers. I like to think that. 🦋
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traumaticenby · 7 months
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I'm watching BoJack Horseman with my wife :P
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A teeny spiel on butterflies and moths in The Last of Us
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The fact that there’s a butterfly in the window of both apartments and they were on Sarah’s bed sheets.
The symbolism of the butterfly as delicate but not always (monarch migrations for example) and also being typically seen as feminine and ALSO the birth-death-rebirth and transformative aspects of their lifecycle make me want to chew glass.
Also the fact that in TLOU2 Ellie has a moth tattoo. Moths and butterflies are in the same order, but are active at night and during the day respectively. Moths are often associated with the supernatural (especially the death’s head hawkmoth) but butterflies can also have similar meaning and in some traditions are a symbol of death or even representative of the soul of a dead person.
TL;DR The nature symbolism in The Last of Us makes me insane
I haven’t even gotten to the added layers of butterflies and nature to a queer and trans reading of it
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