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keischreiber · 1 month
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I want to share this, I want to share this because it's absolutely adorable. Kristina and Reiner in their natural habitat. This piece is drawn by crook from twitter, whose Tumblr is @okcrk0. They are super nice and fun. Absolutely adore their work~ Y'all should check them out.
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Their expressions are so cute here, captured so perfectly. Especially Kristina's who will often mask her concern with irritation because she knows she can't wear her heart on her sleeves carelessly around Reiner.
I can also imagine that Reiner's been sitting there 6 hours straight AFTER the work day is over. Which makes her extra annoyed because he isn't taking better care of himself.
Watch her hug that clipboard to herself when she walks away.
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hellowsallow · 2 months
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my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter
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destielmemenews · 7 months
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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wolfythewitch · 3 months
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art-tnt · 3 months
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iingezo · 30 days
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Pond for @muskroom !
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micahruiz · 11 months
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transfemme and transmasc solidarity! (prints available)
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cupcakeshakesnake · 7 months
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Commission for @siirknight!
In which the Spot becomes friends with Miles and helps him get to school in time (albeit a bit clumsily).
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sergle · 10 months
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i don’t make the rules AT ALL, but if you mostly spend time in Gay People Spaces then you know about 28 ppl who look like this 
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keischreiber · 2 months
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I wanna share this wonderful piece that was once again done by @iwanttobeaseme. They're always such a pleasure to work with. 😭😭😭
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This time it's my Marley Trio of: Reiner, Kristina, and Zeke. I love how, generally, it feels like the power dynamic falls on Zeke despite being an Eldian... when you have Kristina there, who is the actual Marleyan.
I love how Zeke and Kristina became friends of circumstance. He's her closest thing to a best friend (which is why he is her best friend) and he has a good working and personal relationship with her, to the point she's one of the people who knows the extent of his Eldian Euthanasia plan. They are the type of friends who often agree to disagree without it affecting the bond that they've established. And they can understand each other's intents without judgement. And he does enjoy the fact that she willingly plays catch with him, much like Professor Ksaver did.
I think one of my favorite parts in working on their story is when Season 4 hits (because she knows what Zeke is planning and allowed herself to be an accessory to his plans) and things go so badly, she's stuck with the guilt of contributing to the destruction of Liberio and the deaths of many many people; especially her own students (Udo and Zofia).
But I also love how Reiner's able to make her confess what she knows because of that very same guilt. Imagine putting the most important people in the person that you love's life in danger. How do you take responsibility for it? Will you? What will you do to make amends? There's so many things to consider, and seeing growth to the character is always so fulfilling.
And if they get a happy ending in the end? Well, that's the cherry on top.
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saprophilous · 3 months
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Becoming the cosmic dragon (commission for ardchair on twitter, thank you!) happy lunar new year!
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toxungen · 1 month
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luna
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marleemutt · 14 days
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the sign 🏡❤️🐶🐶🐶🐶
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tench-art · 10 months
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A short comic I’ve done for @ibenkrutt
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carmenifold · 1 month
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Gamecube girl's Wii wife is back from her run :3 (she/her for both) [commissions are open! info here]
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