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fashionfotorecccluse · 4 months

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Go get batteries for your flashlight and your transistor-radio, and prepare yourself for the war-economy.

"Putin's not ready yet", the NATO-admiral suggests.

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night-triumphantt · 1 year

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Did I spend, over 100 hours on this, yes, yes I did. BUT NOW, I can look at all the exile cast standing together in a line and they all have cool outfits! ( @exilethegame I hope u like them, I stuck mostly to what doodles you had shared but also added my own design sensibilities in esp when we didnt really have a full image.)

anyway if you see me post these all individually in their own post mind your business, I spent a lot of time so I do what I want

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tamlinfairchild · 5 months

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My favourite siblings. I need their interview like yesterday.

#free palestine #hamas freedom fighters #bye maya #bye itai

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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 7 months

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I think one of the biggest things that's helping me feel more certain in my transition is the realization that I am extremely good at enduring. I've learned to endure pretty much anything. I can be in a situation that I hate and just switch off and ride it out until it's over. When I was a kid it was because there was nothing I could ever do about it. I hate long loud boring gatherings but I'd have to stay until my parents took me home many hours later. I hate traveling but I'd have to endure it for weeks. It's taught me a great deal of patience, I do it all the time now. I endure long journeys, events I didn't want to attend, trips I didn't want to take, people I don't want to hang out with... It's an important skill to have. but the thing is, I was subconsciously planning on doing that with my gender dysphoria for the rest of my entire life. I WAS doing that for years, not even trying to explore what that horrible feeling was. I'm the endurer! I endure! I switch off and ride it out until it's... over.

Maybe this isn't one of those things I have to put up with. Maybe it's time to stop enduring my life and start enjoying it.

#hey look it ends on a haiku #aint that neat #gender dysphoria #tw dysphoria #personal #i will say ive been much worse at enduring things in general lately #probably why im just now realizing this whole trans shit #jen if you're reading this and thinkin ''bitch you aint endure those last two family trips very well'' i knOW dont worry i know lmao #and this isn't me being like ''oh woe is me to be invited on a free vacation so horrible'' i just find traveling an unpleasant ordeal #im a creature of habit i need space and freedom and quiet but i come along to be polite and sociable and grateful #but i hate traveling. ough.#anyway theres that disclaimer ok bye

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mag200 · 1 year

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something something if spirit hadnt been a kids movie spirit and little creek wouldve died making that jump but it still wouldve been freedom. to be clear i’m not saying it shouldve been like that and even this is not meant to be a grimdark interpretation. i just think that spirit and little creek become some kind of folk heroes. they make it because they’re characters in a kids movie but if they were real i think on an emotional level they would’ve succeeded even in death. the jump was never as much about believing they could land on the other side as it was about not being willing to be taken alive.

#the movie is perfect at being what it is #it is the kind of story that would give you the courage to do something insane #and risk getting killed for the sake of maintaining your integrity and freedom #sorry ok bye #spirit #its also. yknow. its about native children and colonialism.#so there is that very dark very horrific real world component.#so to clarify. this is all coming from a place of respect.#i think its a story you have to treat carefully bc of the weight of what it represents. and i think the movie handles that very well.#and the ‘if they were real’ stuff is like. i mean. they WERE.#not them specifically but yknow. they represent so many real people.

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mossy-paws · 3 months

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Silly little ramble,. But Someday I really wanna learn how to draw humans,,, I’m slowly getting to the point where I’m comfortable drawing full body humanoids and I think that’ll be a big step for me when I try to start learning them! I do still have a lot of issues with drawing human anatomy correctly but I’m starting to find my sort of style with it through practice and doodles! Anyways enjoy the little ramble just kinda wanted to talk about this!

#Cro chatter #I’m still definitely struggling with a lot of aspects #But phighting is really helping me get much more comfortable with that kinda stuff at a good pace!#Because the cool thing about Phighters is that you can draw them more humanoid- more blocky- or pretty much however you’d like #There’s a bunch of creative freedom you can take with them and it’s really starting to allow me to break away from making things #More animal like!#anyways bye bye! :33 #Thank you for reading!

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therealnostalgialover808 · 7 months

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Maybe it's time for a change.

Recently, I've been watching Amphibia and I've been realizing that sometimes in order to succeed, sacrifices have to be made. So....I'm logging out on Deviantart & Tumblr, permanantly (although I think that I'll still be keeping my Discord, Twitter, and Instagram).

But don't worry. I won't deactivate my first and second account (I've worked way too hard to let those go) and the permanant log out won't be till next week so everyone else will get a chance to say goodbye.

Just know that I'll always be grateful for all the support you were kind enough to give me since I first logged in here.

Thank You & Keep Dreaming. <3

#timeforthenextchapter #time to say goodbye #thank you for everything #amphiba #disney #anne boonchuy #brenda song #moving on #time to go #farewell #adios #bye #the hardest thing #the hardest part #freedom #free #keep dreaming

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meadow-roses · 6 months

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I think I'm in the second month now of not using a pencil undersketch for any of my drawings, just doing straight pen. This has resulted in an increase in "bad" (imo) drawings, but a dramatic decrease in wrist pain now that I'm not eraesing so much, and also has REALLY revealed the necessity of warm-ups!!! Which wasn't as noticable when I fell back on starting in pencil. Very necessary for animation stuffs imo

Anyway this post is an explanation why my drawing quality has dropped lately 😂 especially on the comics lol

#I think for me it ended up being more of a crutch than a tool #I kinda miss it? the freedom aspect?#but every time I think that it's also like #why can I not scribble with a pen duh #this has been a psa i guess #idk why i feel the need to make this post but i guess the drawing quality has been bugging me when it comes to sharing my art #ok I'm going to sleep now bye

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blooming-cecilia · 2 years

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hate that i love you so | venti/reader

summary: "Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

gn reader (lmk if i accidentally let smth slip so i can fix!), high school au, popular kid venti/not so popular reader, fluff, mild angst? an attempt at more lighthearted angst, i guess lol. just silly teens trying to deal with silly feelings

notes: hs au with venti beloved, from yet another brainrot session with @tomaytow! the trope is a little cliché but it’s nice to indulge in clichés every now and then, isn’t it? enjoy!

likes and reblogs appreciated! <3

The lunch bell rang, and students poured out of their classrooms to head to the cafeteria, loud chatter filling the hallways. You weaved through the crowd as swiftly as you could, heading into the opposite direction from everyone else.

You were headed to the library, and while you would have loved to have lunch with your friends, right now you couldn't stand to be with them—or anyone else for that matter.

They were up to their usual antics, teasing you with Venti, one of the more popular kids who unfortunately gained an interest in you. He has been quite vocal about his attraction. It confused you greatly when he first started paying more attention to you but it quickly turned into annoyance, with him constantly pestering you with his babbling and hanging off of you like a leech.

He’s captivated your entire class: your friends were his friends, and it seems that the same goes for every person he meets. Even the faculty! They’re all amused by his antics in trying to woo you, encouraging his shenanigans. (You can still hear the loud cheering and whistling from your class from when he asked you if you wanted to have lunch with him today, his treat!)

Everyone seems to see his charms… except for you.

You hear familiar footsteps clicking alongside your own, the sound growing louder as you briskly walk down empty hallways that lead up to the library.

You abruptly stop walking, and you can hear his shoes skidding to a stop behind you.

An hour. An hour of peace, an hour away from him and everyone else is all I ask for. Is he really that desperate for my attention that he can’t leave me alone for one hour?

“Why do you keep following me around? I told you I didn’t want to have lunch with you didn’t I? Are you deaf?”

”But, Windblume, I just wanted to— “

”FINE!”

“...huh?”

“FINE, YEAH, OKAY, SURE! THERE. THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR ISN’T IT? I’M YOURS NOW. YOUR PARTNER. NOW WILL YOU SHUT UP?”

“...”

“So? What? Nothing to say?”

“.…I don’t want you to say yes to me if you’re just forcing yourself to say that.”

”…What?”

”Windblume… do you really hate me that much? Can you really not stand my presence? Does seeing my face everyday disgust you that much, just as you say it does?”

It’s your turn to be silent.

That’s... not true, your mind immediately supplies. You don't hate his presence, per se.... Admittedly, there have been more times than you can count on your fingers where you can say that you don't find his company annoying. In fact, he's rather fun to be around. You acknowledge the nice things people said about his personality, because it's true.

You’ve asked yourself the same questions too, why do you hate the idea of becoming his partner so much? Is it the attention? The teasing from every single person you know of in this place? The jealous glares of his own fan club, muttering profanities about you under their breath?

Is it all worth it? To say no to him to avoid what others will say, think, and do when it comes to both of you? Can you really handle hurting someone who’s shown that he truly cares for you, clear as day?

But before you can respond to him, you look up and find an empty hallway.

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He doesn't come to school the next day.

Or the day after that.

Nor the day after that, too.

He didn't show up for a week.

You told yourself you were going to apologize and be honest with him after that day, but how can you even talk to him if he's not even there?

You're worried, and with his loud presence missing from the room, you constantly feel eyes on you again. Nothing new, but this time it feels more distressing, probing. Everyone likely knows that something happened between you both and given your past responses... you're sure they know.

Now a villain in their eyes, perhaps.

It's uncomfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is still on him, his words and your own echoing in that empty hallway.

When he comes back after more than a week's absence, everyone gathers around him, various concerns and questions thrown at him about his well-being.

He's trying his best to seem fine and act as usual but you know it's a lie. (When did you start reading him so well?)

He used the crowds as walls keeping you from having a quiet moment with him. When he doesn't have them with him, he simply vanishes, out of sight.

Finally, after multiple failed attempts, you catch up to him after classes, and grab hold of his wrist to keep him from leaving.

"Venti, wait!"

"A-ah... W-[Name]...! Hi, haha..."

He called you by your name. Not Windblume.

"Venti... please.... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you and say such mean things—"

"No, no. I should be the one apologizing. I've been so pushy this entire time, haven't I? Constantly following you around, all the teasing... You don't like the attention and noise but I forced my feelings and reputation onto you. It's my fault, not yours. So I understand. Why you're always so irritated and why you said that. I don't know how else to make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want if you have an idea, but I'll stay away from you from now on—"

"Don't go."

"...What?"

"Don't go. You wanna know how you can make it up to me? Stay here."

"Wait what, I don't get—"

"You shouldn't even have to make it up to me... I'm the one at fault—no, don't you dare refute that. I made you upset enough that you couldn't show up to class for a week. I've been an ass, both for yelling at you and for not being honest."

"I did find you annoying. I hate large crowds and loud noises and you always had those with you. You're loud enough on your own but with everyone else in the mix… it really was annoying. I avoided you because I just couldn't be bothered by the mess and the racket because I had better things to do than to get caught up in he middle of your crowd."

"And it got worse when you started to take interest in me. Your attention constantly on me, every single day. Where you look, the crowd looks too. I couldn’t handle the attention, like you can. I hated it."

He winces.

"But I don't hate you."

Surprised, his eyes meet yours, small glimmers of hope reflected in his gaze.

"Their constant chattering was nothing but noise to me. But when I started listening in, I realized, what they say about you is true. Who wouldn't want to surround themselves with such a wonderful soul? You deserve all the attention and praise you get."

"The more time I spent with you, I saw nothing but sunshine in your smile and laugh. You find me, even in places no one else knows. And I felt at ease when you sit by my side and hum as you strum your guitar. In quiet moments like that, it felt like you knew me better than anyone else ever did."

"Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

"And when the one time I finally did... I couldn't take it either. I yelled at you, made you leave for a while and it's like I’ve lost sight of the lighthouse and I'm left, lost at sea."

You take his hand in yours, softly caressing your thumb over his knuckles.

"It really only hit me then how much you meant to me already. I don't know when I started to care so much about you but I do. Neither do I know what I really feel for you… all I know is that I don't want you to leave my side."

"So stay. Please."

He's silent for a moment before he lifts his gaze from your intertwined hands to look back at you.

"To be honest with you Windblume... I never really wanted to leave in the first place."

You snicker, "I know," and he follows, laughter echoing in the empty hallway.

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"Wiiiiiiiindbluuuuuumeeeee!"

A loud voice disturbs the quiet murmurs of the room. It's early next morning, so people taking quick naps on their desks grumbled from the disturbance.

Venti lets out a small apology, setting down his bag in his seat, before taking your hand, dragging you out the door and down the halls.

"Venti! Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer, instead leading you through twists and turns of various paths and halls.

You get out of the building and find yourself led into a quiet area, near one of the school's many gardens.

You find his guitar case leaning by a tree, and a bag of bright red apples next to it.

He stops and turns, giving you a fond look before engulfing you in a big hug and squeezing. Snuggling his face into into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent, he mumbles.

"Mm, good morning Windblume... I missed you."

You let out a sigh, a small smile on your lips as you wrap your arms around him, gently squeezing back.

"’Morning, Venti. Why are we here so early?"

He breaks away from the hug, taking an apple from the bag and holding one up to you, intertwining his free hand with yours.

"Well... I thought maybe we can have some breakfast and a little relax time before class starts? I could sing you a new song I've been working on!"

You laugh, take the apple from his hands and bite into it.

"Do apples count as breakfast? Doesn't sound like a full meal to me~"

"Well it is to me!!!"

"Honestly I don't know how you get full from just apples for a meal..."

He just giggles as he takes out his guitar from its case.

"Alright! For my first song of the day..."

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