worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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Hello. Can I interest you in thinking about Caleb, Essek, and the song Wildflower and Barley by hozier. The healers are healing. The diggers are digging the earth. "I feel as useful as dirt, put my body to work."
Alright, at first I was going to gently pass on this (Hozier is fine, but not my thing), then looked up the lyrics out of curiosity and I'm just gonna say: watch this space, because they fit one of my wips incredibly well.
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a beauregard for your (cobalt) soul
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Wightwick manor and ‘A Marvellous Light’ (The Last Binding trilogy) inspired comfort art. Some are getting magical research done, some are reading victorian erotica and not hiding it, the cats are ‘helping’, normal sunday afternoon stuff. @fahye
(As always, click on image for crisper/bigger version!)
my The Last Binding tag, and my art tag
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Follow me.🐈⬛
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Black-capped Chickadee at Tupelo meadow ,Ramble ,Central park.
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If you ever feel like you don't contribute to fandom because you "only" comment—
A regular serial commenter just joined a fandom Discord server I'm on and people are coming out of the woodwork to thank her for her service to the fandom, expressing how much joy her comments on their works bring them.
Remember—they're never only comments.
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‘The South Downs’ near Clayton, West Sussex by Tim Moorland.
Source: uklpoty
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Hi, saw you were having art block and wanted cr characters to draw :^) Could you draw Caleb? He is my fav
here you go have some calebs
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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
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Never gonna be free from them...
wip
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Rainy day on the Whiterun tundra
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woke up to dozens of kudos on one of my old good omens fics, and i'm very curious to know how it happened! i assume it got recced somewhere, but i'm not in any go discords anymore and i filter the tag on tumblr, so if you know, please shoot me a message so i know who i should thank!
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Detail from the archives. A cute little turkey stitch bumblebee from one of my first embroidery projects.
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