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neinism · 8 days
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somebody said that teru vash would need a wash...
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batrogers · 4 months
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Kotake hummed happily and sipped her tea. “Are you one of our apprentices from... I believe you’re displaced in time or space somehow, aren’t you? Link opened his mouth and had to force himself to close it, swallowing hard. He cleared his throat and shook himself before he managed any words at all. How did she know ? How much did she know? It made him nauseous to even think of it ; nauseous, and on the edge of hysteria that she'd guess him her apprentice . What did his magic look like to her that she thought that? “I never would’ve dreamed...” he breathed; he'd rather die. “I knew of you and your sister, but that’s all. It’s an honour to meet you.”
In which Time gets help from the last people he expected when Legend gets kidnapped. (Or, the most stressful tea party he never would have imagined.)
Quote from my Linked Universe fic, Skin & Gold
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a-flappy-bat · 1 year
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Could you draw Trench and Darling having some tea/coffee, maybe relaxing after a tough week at the bureau?
Sure! Trench, Darling, coffee, and some relaxation time. < sketches were attempted >
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undefeatablesin · 7 months
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Finished LoP. Technically.
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aberooski · 1 year
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YGO x FF brainrot is real and it took hold of me today.
Redrew of a screenshot from season 1 🙂
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alanaartdream · 6 months
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Silly cute cat and tea cups cats / coffee cup cats while I talk about how Starbucks fails so bad down under Australia 🇦🇺
Like Starbucks can’t get a foothold in Australia 🇦🇺 at all
We have so many coffee and tea 2 shops here
(We even have adorable chocolate shops here too)
Starbucks has no chance in heck making it down here it’s ridiculous
Like only seen maybe one Starbucks here in Sydney Australia and that’s like closer to the tourist trap part of the city closest to airports only
Like Starbucks tried to open shops everywhere but nope couldn’t get Australian’s to buy their overly sugary drinks when Australia have better options for tea and coffee
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girlscience · 2 months
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BUT WHEN WILL I EXPERIENCE AN ANCIENT CALLING THE REQUIRES ME TO GIVE UP MY LIFE AND GO ON A LIFELONG QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE AND PROTECTING INNOCENTS
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falled-over · 5 months
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remembering truganini is enough to ruin my day.
#i kind of want to make an art piece about her but i do feel weird using her as a basis for it. so it just exists in my head#its not like a 'i would need permission from palawa people to make it thing' i wouldnt do it even if i got permission. its not mine and#doesnt need to be#im sure the person reading this doesnt know who she is so heres a small part of her story;#she came from lutriwita tasmania. during her lifetime she personally witnessed an estimated 96% genocide of her people.#in the 1830's george a robinson towards the end of the 'black wars' (attempted palawa aboriginal genocide. it was very much#a war) travelled to offer a 'peace treaty' of sorts to the very few remaining (from an estimated 6-20 thousand to around 1-2 hundred)#saying they could go and live on an island where they'd be given flour and tea and a 'good white man' to protect them. truganini was asked#to be his guide to ensure he wouldnt be killed when attempting to speak to people. her reasonings for accepting were of course never#recorded but she did. and helped round up those people. almost all of whom died in the horrible conditions they were forced to live in on#that island (wybalenna). 16 made it back to lutriwita.#she saw the graves dug there for her people looted by settlers.#looted for bones. and skin. so they could be studied like specimines#the remaining people were sent back to live in an ex-convict camp in 1838. 8 years on that island. most died. as was the intention#even on her wikipedia page she is credited as 'one of the last full-blooded tasmanian aboriginals' which is a phrase highly contested by#living palawa people today. but she knew her reputation. she was considered the last tasmanian aboriginal.#upon the approaching of her death she took a trip to a nearby river and pointed to the deepest part of it#asking to be buried there#she had seen how her friends family and people had had their graves robbed by white settlers and knew the same would happen to her. she#wanted to rest in peace. in the bush. in the deepest part of the river#born around 1811-1812 she died in 1876#and the last piece of her skin was returned to lutriwita from a british scientific association in 2002.#126 years later#her skeleton was on display in the tasmanian museum (still in operation i might add) until the 1940s. some 70 odd years. and remained in#the museums storage before being returned to the palawa community in 1976. 100 years after her death#she asked to be buried in the deepest part of the river. where no one could touch her.
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wellenklavier · 1 year
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auughh i want to do too many things theres not enough hours in the day or dollars in my bank account
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Timed sketch to force myself to create a thing but also I’m just too tired to commit to a thing.
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prijune · 2 years
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Ayato tries to make boba tea!
Bonus:
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cottonflareon · 2 years
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l-e-g-i-o-n-losh · 2 years
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beautiful angel thinks of nothing but murder all day
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tamarrud · 12 days
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I'm curious. What's the tea on Banksy then? I'd love to hear your thoughts on him in general as I've found it hard to find criticism of him 🤔
The below is an answer to a similar question I got in 2017 so apologies if some links are outdated:
For starters, he keeps hijacking walls that are not his. Not only did he paint and tried to beautify the apartheid wall in Palestine, but he literally went to predominately Black and Latinx areas in East NYC, where art is strictly local, and painted over the walls there.
He has the disgusting habit of normalising and whitewashing struggles. Like how he painted an Israeli occupation solider having a “pillow fight” with a Palestinian or how he graffitied Steve Jobs as a Syrian refugee in order to bring “awareness” to the refugee issue, as if all immigrants have the same privilege as Jobs or that they should be dismissed if they don’t become a version of Steve jobs. He simplifies and glorifies oppressions and struggles.
Which brings me to my next point. He butts into issues that aren’t his and to which he shows little to no understanding at all. Like how he had the nerve to paint a “go back to Africa” in a area of poverty and racial tension, which he believes is “satire” that marginalised communities are ought to understand and recognise as beautiful and be happy about it (as if such phrases are not traumatising in nature). He’s basically shoving his way down these communities’ throats as a white saviour whose stencils are going to bring about change, and god forbid we say anything against them. He’s been asked numerous times to leave, be it in East NYC or Bethlehem, and yet there he is.
He views himself as this edgy hipster and as a result he does not understand how complex of a subculture graffiti really is. His white opportunistic ass is always ready to jump onto issues that are not his own, dominate spaces that aren’t his and in the meantime making profit (some of his work has been valued in six figures) by using our struggles and painting over our walls. He shows no regard or respect to writers and as a matter of fact, he painted over the oldest graffiti in London which made many artists angry.
In short, he’s corny and shallow. His attempts are very lazy, peak liberal and weak and are mainly celebrated by the bourgeoisie. What’s treated by law as “vandalism” apparently only applies when the artists are Black/brown/lower class, yet he gets the police protecting him. And while he can tag walls freely, other artists get arrested for it, and while they hardly get any recognition, his white ass gets coddled by the elitist art scene.
You should also go through my Banksy tag for more Banksy hate.
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malusokay · 2 days
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little things to feel softer
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Being kind to mean people
Teas with honey and sleeping early
A fun collection of cute mugs from little antique stores
Pearls and dainty jewellery
Buying flowers for yourself or a loved one, not just on special occasions.
being kind just because you want to, with no hidden motives, just genuine kindness
Reading and writing poetry
Self-care nights and long bubble baths
Going to the farmer's market to buy fresh fruits
No phone in the morning
Paying attention to the little things: changing seasons, moon phases, blooming flowers, etc...
Calm hobbies like painting, knitting, reading, baking
Matcha and tea over coffee
Being kind to stray animals and befriending them
Sending handwritten letters to your friends
Try cooking from scratch, make some jam, maybe attempt a sourdough... (nara smith my queen)
Flower prints and sundresses
Lacy tops and light colours
Taking time to appreciate art, listen to music, visit museums and art exhibitions, go to concerts, the theatre, cinema, etc..
Wearing only natural fabrics
Vanilla scented EVERYTHING
not sure how I feel about the title, but this all leans into the "softer/calmer life" thing; you guys get me lol. <3
As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! ♡
love ya ・:*₊‧౨ৎ
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lialacleaf · 9 months
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Simon Riley X Reader: Domestic Head Cannons
Warnings: Fluffy, Simon likes you and it's obvious
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Simon likes to bring you back little souvenirs from his missions. You talk about wanting to travel all the time but there's too much work to be done on base to ensure his job goes smoothly overseas.
He calls them little work trophies to make you feel more like you're part of the team. You'll never actually get a medal since you're not a soldier but as far as he's concerned your work is just as necessary to the team as his, whether it's the diplomatic emails you draft up to get the 141 into other countries with as little resistance as possible, or the intel you organize into files for their missions.
Once he's back on base and had a chance to shower, he's making a beeline to drop off his mission report to you along with your newest little trophy from Russia.
Your expression of boredom turns to a soft little smile when you see him enter your closet of an office. You at least have a little window that you've lined with tea lights and set a candle on the windowsill.
You always like to keep your spaces cozy, and he finds himself wondering how charming your quarters are.
"Done with your paperwork?" you ask, gesturing to the folder. He's always finished earlier than everyone else.
He nods and holds out a brown paper bag. "Brought you somethin' you might like."
You grin like a little kid as you pull out the gift. Sometimes it's cool rocks, an old book, or on occasion small art prints from local artists. You aren't sure where he finds these things, or even the time to go out and look for them.
This time it's a little puzzle box, about the size of your hand with intricate carvings on the side. It had a little weight to it, and you could tell there was something inside.
"Gonna make me work for it, huh?" you ask with a grin.
"A distraction to get your head out of all that paperwork," he says, his eyes crinkling softly at you, and you just know there's a smile under that mask. "Go on, give it a try," he urges.
"You're going to watch me struggle with this thing?" you ask with a laugh that sounds like music to his ears.
"It'll be some amusement for the both of us," he teases, earning a swat on the arm as you bring the box closer to your face.
"Alright, challenge accepted." You fiddle with it for about ten minutes, with Simon occasionally raising a brow at your attempts to open it until you hear a little click and pull the lid open.
You've got a triumphant smile on your face when you glance up at him, before inspecting the powdery substance inside. "Is this sugar?"
"To go with the tea from Vietnam," he explains.
"Thanks, I love it," you say, standing on your tip-toes to place a kiss on his masked cheek.
Simon is grateful for the mask hiding the red in his cheeks.
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