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cloudcountry · 4 months

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You should share your irl Van Gogh lore fr

(Only if you want to, of course. I'm just curious about him and his life ^^)

OK I WILL GIVE U. A SMALL POSTER TOUR and give u some facts from what i learned from my research these past four days hehe

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As a result of van Gogh being stuck in a creative rut after his time in Saint-Remy, he took artistic motivation from outside sources, like prints. Two posters I own are based off Jean Millet’s prints, First Steps and Sleeping Peasants.

The irises van Gogh painted were originally purple. The red pigments in the oil paint faded over time, as they’re sensitive to light. This left the irises blue instead.

The Almond Blossoms painting was precious to the whole van Gogh family, as it was painted in honor of van Gogh’s nephew, Vincent, being born. The flowering blossoms symbolize new life and hope.

Van Gogh’s paintings of sunflowers were meant to communicate gratitude to the people in his life. He painted five different sunflowers paintings.

Easily his most popular and most well-known painting, The Starry Night was considered a failure by van Gogh. The cypress tree in the forefront of the painting that, although rooted in the Earth, reaches for the heavens, represents immortality. Death is just another journey. (i LOVE analyzing this one OURGH it makes me cry)

What struck me about Irises is how chaotically the flowers are arranged. The painting portrays exactly how they grew, it doesn’t try to make them look more aesthetic. Van Gogh painted them as he saw them, clumsy and twisting and growing, but beautiful.

Van Gogh often used himself as a model to practice painting figures. Under some of his self-portraits, there’s another painting underneath, indicating that he reused canvases.

Bedroom in Arles has a flatter display to mimic the Japanese prints van Gogh appreciated so much. The walls and doors were previously violet, but because of the red pigment fading, are now blue.

I always loved how the light in Starry Night Over the Rhône shows life, and that even though it’s so far away, the reflections in the water still reach the viewer. To me, this painting says that no matter how dark it is or how far away you are, the light will still reach you.

His Shoes painting is very homey and domestic to me. It’s another one that displays beauty in simplistic, everyday things and I love that. Shoes were a common motif in van Gogh’s paintings, and this pair in particular is theorized to have belonged to Patience Escalier, who had previously posed for van Gogh.

Cafe Terrace at Night was a painting van Gogh described as a night painting without black. He was enraptured by the yellows, blues, and greens of the scene, and went right to painting even though it was nighttime.

In van Gogh’s letters to Theo about The Church at Auvers, he referenced Shakespeare’s representation of a church in Henry IV, which symbolized preaching that was lacking in spiritual understanding. “Their God is like the God of Shakespeare's drunken Falstaff, 'the inside of a church.’”

In Wheat Field with Cypresses, the most notable thing in this painting is the sky to me. I love how he painted the clouds as if they were moving within a still image. It’s like you can see the wind itself, not only against the sky but also in the plants.

In Green Wheat Field with Cypress, the way the plant life is painted reminds me of a river. It’s flowing in a horizontal direction without any clear path, growing clumsily and overlapping each other. It reminds me of Irises in a way, because it portrays nature exactly how it is without attempting to make it uniform.

#van gogh hours #🐚! abel #this isnt necessarily his life but uhh it kind of is UM YK WHATEVER

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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Hi baby ❤️ here's something short to snack on while you are waiting ❤️ love you @mortysanchez

All those years - counting the ones where only they were not frozen in time as well -, all those adventures and manipulations and grooming, finally came to fruition.

He was the smartest man in the universe, in the whole multiverse, really, but even he didn't expect this to happen so quickly. His fucked up daughters really helped with this one, didn't they?

Well, their loss, his gain. None of them, nobody can have Morty anymore. The kid was his.

Having him there, in his bed where no one could disturb them, not without dying in the process, his calloused fingers softly touching the flushed skin, kissing him again and again-

It feels like something his alcohol-filled brain would come up with to torture him. But no. It was real. Not even in his dreams could he make Morty feel this realistic.

So warm, so pliant, so sweet. And all his to take.

The Beths managed to cut any ties that kept Morty from leaving, they pushed him too far away with their miscalculated decision that they pushed him right into Rick's arms.

And he would never let him go. Not ever. Morty was his.

He might have had a Beth before, his own daughter, but she died long ago. She wasn't the one who married to Jerry, and kept being in the toxic codependent relationship where they both fucked up their kids, nor the one who just left, wanting to follow his absent father's footsteps just to come back and fall into the same trap her other self did. No. They weren't his.

Morty. Only Morty was his, and Sum-Sum in her better days. But even she couldn't compare to his sweet, delicious little boy.

"I-it's okay, Mo-ourgh-ty. You did great. Y-y-you are such a good boy," he whispered against his grandson's lips, tasting the salty tears that just made him even sweeter.

"B-b-but what i-if-" Morty sobbed, weeping into Rick's lab coat where he buried his head.

It was a heady feeling to finally be the one who didn't make Morty cry, but the one he turned to for love. The misplaced trust would be always abused, but he would never turn him away. Not when having Morty completely at his mercy, alienated from his family and "friends" was what he wanted all along.

"Y-yes, baby boy, y-you are so good. Th-those bi-urp-tches know no-nothing about us! Th-they ju-ust want to tear us apart. But we- we are R-Rick and M-Morty for forever! Right, Mo-ourgh-ty? J-just you and me, forever."

Pushing his nose against Morty's head, smelling his caramel scented hair, his chest rumbled with hunger. The kind of hunger only Morty - tasting him, touching him, biting him, making him into his in every way, shape and form - could soothe.

"P-promise?" Morty asked, leaning away from Rick's neck so he could blink up with his Bambi eyes at the scientist.

"R-Rick and Morty, baby boy! Rick and Morty forever!" he whooped, tickling the young kid in his arms. He would make sure nothing could stop them. Not even death.

Not even Morty.

Not even himself.

"R-Rick," the boy whined, hiding his red cheeks in his grandfather's chest. "C-can y-y-you-" he stuttered.

"What, baby b-urp-oy?" he cooed.

"kzme," hissed Morty through his teeth, rushing it out so quickly Rick didn't understand a word of it.

He pushed his hand against Morty's head, pushing him a bit away so he could look at his enchanting grandson. "Mo-ourgh-ty?"

"K-kiss me?" The boy asked, his precious lips pouting, shoulders hunched over as if he was waiting for rejection.

As if Rick would ever do that now that Morty was his. His to keep, his to touch, his to kiss and his to use him however and whenever he wanted. And all Morty could do was to ask for more.

Rick didn't reply, not out loud at least. He leaned forward, kissing Morty like he'd never before, owning him completely.

His blood was boiling, his head was full of lust and desire and greed. Kisses weren't enough. He wanted to fully have Morty at his mercy, he wanted the boy to only be able to think about him.

Morty was his to savor, to devour him completely, be the only person who could ever hear those delicious sounds he made. To have his insatiable hormonal grandson at his mercy, to see how long it would take to exhaust him completely. He wanted to break him and rebuild him again and again and again.

And when - not that it would ever happen - he was done with him, Morty would never be able to look at someone else, because the only being who could ever satisfy him would be Rick.

His whole world would be Rick. Morty didn't need anybody else. Only Rick.

#rick and morty #rickorty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick and morty fanfiction #for my beloved foxy ❤️

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flovverworks · 6 months

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found my 2nd anni screenshots while cleaning thro a folder. god. ill only talk about it briefly so i dont spend a yr but akira enjoying themself in peace looking at the ocean feeling like royalty.......and then 2 massive monsters appears. and akiras whole "what is that?!?!" when they meet up with snow & white. "mithra and oz are fighting" "(akira who is convinced they heard them wrong) what is that?!?!" LIKEEEEEEE ITS SO DIRE BUT ITS FUNNY

also the parts when trying to figure out the sages power...T_T brad not wanting to hold oz' cuz wtf, but since its the easiest way to get back akira keeps with the "well, either oz or mithra. it doesnt matter to me" to which prideful mithra goes "what do u mean it doesnt matter ofc u want it to be me" "ok thats great thank u mithra" ??????????? theyre so funny

and then akira getting to cry when its all over which im always SOOO thankful for cuz that entire day SUCKED for them. oz handing them a handkerchief. maybe out of compassion maybe (snow&white voice) cuz he didnt want mithra&co to see akira had cried and start a fight with oz again. and akira not believing thatd happen in the Slightest but also enjoying the idea. ourgh. the human desire to be cared for (reading too much into it but also its such a small tiny thing that happens often so).

#stardust speaking !#mhyk spoilers #also mithra sulking and things going back to normal once akira hands him meat likeeeeeeeee #mithra is so unintentionally funny i adore him #i didnt read much else cuz i realized id sit there for hours if i did but #the figaro and faust. the faust and lennox. the lennox and cain. riquet and mitile. arthur and oz.#CHLOE AND RUSTICA #the list goes on #wizards cant hold meetings.....#promise of wizard is such a lovely series when it comes to characterization

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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"Mo-ourgh-ty," Rick said, leaning over Morty. His voice was full of repressed violence, his whole behavior screamed danger. The knife he held against Morty's neck was laying on the green blanket, but the young boy knew that even if Rick was drunker than drunk, his reflexes were still better than his.

"R-r-r-rick, wh-what are-" he stuttered, his eyes full of tears. He didn't know what was happening, the last thing he remembered was getting back from another adventure with Rick, dead tired, and now his grandpa was threatening him, calling him a simulation, a fake. Waking him up from a sweet, sweet dream where Rick finally told him he loved, appreciated him, where his voice was so soft, so caring. He wanted to sleep back; he wanted that Rick.

"Shu-shut up!" Rick growled, grabbing Morty's cheeks with a hand, painfully squeezing them together.

"Open up, Morty."

His lips parted, a gasp escaping. Rick's fingers dug into his skin, opening his jaws like he would do it to a dog. His mouth fell open, drool dripping down his chin, over Rick's hand.

The dangerous glint in his grandpa's eyes didn't lessen, but the atmosphere changed, it charged with something strange, something that Morty was familiar, yet unfamiliar with. His cheeks grew hotter at the look in Rick's eyes, at humiliation, at those shameful feelings that were bubbling inside of him ever since Rick started to drag him on adventures.

Rick's smile is something threatening, something-

Filthy.

The only word Morty could think of was filthy. Leering, hungry, scorching hot.

"Y-you little s-sonovabitch, I'll sh-show you," he leaned forward, the sour stench of alcohol almost making Morty to gag. "I'll sh-show everyone!"

It took Morty as a surprise when Rick spit into his mouth. The alcohol and the humiliation burnt his inside. He wanted to cry, he wanted to gag, he wanted to escape-

He wanted.

"S-swallow it, you l-little f-freak," Rick growled, baring his teeth like a feral animal. Morty could do nothing, but to comply, swallowing his grandpa's alcohol-filled saliva. Rick's thumb caressed his lower lip, the gentleness was strange compared to his harsh actions and those deep, deep eyes full of secrets.

"Y-you are a-a g-good kid, M-Morty," the old man muttered. Warmth flooded the little body, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation of Rick's lips meeting his. He already had his first kiss, but-

It was Rick fucking Sanchez. Nobody else worth anything, compared to him.

#just a quick little thing #rick and morty #rickorty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick and morty fanfiction #m. night shaym-aliens!

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