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when I see my relatives again, this will all be over [21.10.2023]
The next day, we went to visit the family of my mother. I did some more painting in the morning in a hurry to add another layer that could dry during the day so I could keep progressing. Now I was drawing the faces, the most important parts. The city where this part of my family lives is even more small and calm and green and peaceful. But nothing nowadays can fully cover this sharp pain in my stomach. I started and finished reading a book by Stephen King. Mediocre, but a good distraction. Talking to my relatives, eating cake, hearing my dad and my brother discuss my brother's future, visiting my gransparents' grave and planting new flowers there. The nature is beautiful there. We met for dinner with my cousin and her wife and another aunt of mine. All calm, all meaningless. On the way back from the graveyard, I had the first truly calming thought. I thought about history, how many countries and empires had perished. As painful as it may be, maybe it is just a normal course of human history? Nobody is mourning the end of the Roman Empire anymore. Maybe it just is like that. I don't know if my country will survive all of this, I worry about the future of other countries, but maybe it just happens sometimes. I feel a bit less horrible knowing this is not the first time this has happened and it probably won't be the last time. If this country and it's culture doesn't exist anymore in 50 years, I may have just been a part of human history, a part of the human race to be experienced. Maybe, human cultures are just not meant to be forever. The second a bit calming thought I had when eating cake with my relatives. "When I see my relatives again, probably around christmas, this will all be over". The conflict will not be over, of course. But the media frenzy, the hate on social media, the craze in Berlin, the mountains of police cars. There will be other headlines pushing this out of the general consciousness, there be reality TV and Klimakleber and foreign elections and christmas updates and the newspaper will put it's focus on them again and the words Israel and Palestine will slowly vanish into the back of my brain again, my brain will stop replaying the two videos I saw, I will be able to push away any glimpses of information about this conflict with ease again under the sign "foreign politics I don't know enough about". What if not? What if there will be a real, tangible, ongoing, big war now, even more serious and bloody and disgusting and horrible than this one, another war, another constantly festering wound on the earth, another evidence of human's inherent inability to live in peace. And what if? Will I really be able to push away the videos that I saw, not think about the numbers I keep repeating every day in my brain, look my friends in the face and not feel like I don't know them anymore. Because this didn't happen 80 years ago, this didn't even happen 10 years ago, there is no "the times we're different", this is happening now in 2023, I this brave new, modern world. Will I not take this pain and hurt and dull anger to my grave, will I not sit in my rocking chair and remember how it was 2023 and there was just death, death, death? And, of course: Will I ever want to go to a festival again?
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hikuswing · 4 months
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Original Video. | @haniaburezeq
A very belated work for @fairuzfan 's call for art in solidarity with Palestine.
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autumnwoodsdreamer · 7 months
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🤎💜 it’s just us and nothing less 💚🩵
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dkart · 8 months
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For Revachol
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elixir · 2 months
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Banner facing the Russian embassy in Riga, capital of Latvia.
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miles opening up to hobie like he can't help himself "how are you even cooler under the mask?" "we got in a fight, but ... they just want what's best for me" "i want to be in a band; i wanna see my friends, and i need a watch to do that" when he knows him all of 30mins and is convinced the guy's his Rival For Gwen's Affections would be so fucking funny if it didn't make me so emotionaL
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hlozt · 3 months
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Tribute to my fav vtm clan (They're like half the reason I even like it to begin with).
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tygerland · 7 months
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Otto Dix Canon. 1914. Oil on board: 98 × 69 cm (38 × 27 in).
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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year
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The Wayne doll house
Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.
The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.
It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.
There was nothing there when he went back.
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The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.
The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.
So civilian it was.
Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.
"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."
"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.
"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."
Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.
"I think.... I would be best for that."
The team stared.
"Batsy?"
Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.
"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."
"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."
"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."
Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.
"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."
Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."
"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"
"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."
For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.
"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."
"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"
"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.
Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.
"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."
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"Alien?"
"No."
"Reanimated corpse?"
"No."
"Uh... Demon?"
"Hm. No."
"You're not just a meta human, are you?"
"No."
"Vampire?"
"No."
"Robot??"
"No."
"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"
"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.
"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."
"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."
Flash groaned again.
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Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!
'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.
So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.
With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.
"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."
The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.
He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.
The click of the door jerked his head up.
Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.
Flash screamed.
Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing
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julamari · 2 months
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so sad theyre gonna disappear mysteriously 😞 rip in peace to the real ones
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diana-andraste · 24 days
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Atomic Kiss, Joan Rabascall, 1968
‘Atomic Kiss reflects the year 1968. It was the year of student protests from Berkeley to Berlin, via Paris. The refusal of the Vietnam War, the threat of a possible world war…’
"On the other hand, and in a more subtle reading, Rabascall reflects on the power of the media, alluding to the onslaught of invasive and massive images to which we are subjected."
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The Attack by Edvard Isto, 1899.
Context: allegory for the russification of Finland.
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uglyconvention · 25 years
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Endless Pleasure! (1999)
collage, watercolor, ink, oil pastels, wax pastels and colored pencils on Bristol
17" x 14"
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jareckiworld · 1 month
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György Korga (1935-2002) — Uncertainty (The Vision of Regime Change, when the Hungarian Democratic Forum (MDF) moves Forward from the Past) [acrylic on fibreboard, 1990/1991]
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alightinthelantern · 1 month
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Sliman Mansour (Palestinian, 1947–) - Memory of Places, 2009
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constantinethe12th · 2 years
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big up nadhim zahawi for stabbing boris in the back LESS THAN A DAY after being promoted to essentially his right hand man. peak brutus behaviour <3
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