as the girls are doing their usual anime night, tsukasa makes a dumb joke about how lucky hinata is in that naruto must use shadow clones in bed regularly, only to immediately choke on her own spit when sanae performs the hand seals and duplicates herself
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And do, my yearly tradition of drawing Hannukah related Sky art continues
I'll be honest, I wasn't sure I would make one this year- I didn't have any interesting ideas for an art.... up until I didn't come across THIS glorious post and I KNEW that I had to redraw this masterpiece as Tsadi
So yea! Tsadi wished you all a Happy Hannukah! Let your light shine stronger together!
(also, heres a version that is closer to the original gif under the cut... beware of tsadititties)
(Shotout to @dogedepan for giving me the idea for this pun DGHEJHGDJHGED)
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Decided to try my hand at digital painting again. Need to work on my values as usual, but holy shit!!!! I'm really happy with this, actually! The anatomy was so fun to sculpt!!!
Bonus piece that's a full-body nude under the cut <3
FINALLY on the road to becoming the church-painter fanartist of my dreams 😩🙏 If I keep at this, it'll be OVER for your sucker!!! Baroque babes ftw 🥰
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anyway my most spiciest political take right now is so many people are showing how easy it is to lash out when they are feeling helpless, or to believe in a villain they can defeat on a smaller scale than the way the bigger wheels of the world are grinding beyond our reach, because they want to be able to do something, anything, even though that can be propaganda in and of itself, and it makes you lose track of the power of kindness and aid and support in our hands that we can do.
I think the biggest thing people can do is log off, not offline entirely, but log off the platforms where people are screaming at each other just because things feel so fraught that they have to scream and having a target lulls you into feeling like it is productive, and reach out to whoever it is you DO want to help, and ask them what you can do. financially, volunteering, labor, prayer, therapy, buying phone cards, whatever.
it's not as emotionally cathartic as feeding into your own self righteous indignation by fighting strangers on the internet, it won't lie to you and tell you that you're singlehandedly making somebody across the world bulletproof or neutralizing somebody's weapon, but it is better, because it will be the truth that you need to hear, and agency over not the smallness of your limitations, but the actual span of your reach and your capability to help beyond wishing to be superhuman and hating yourself for not being that.
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IM GETTING OUT OF THE INFIRMARY WITH THIS ONE🗣️🗣️🗣️
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Check out What i just saw online!! fantastically brilliant!!!
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Anne Magill, "An Irish Miracle"
I will meet my grandmother again, after all these years have passed, and I will no longer be a small child.
Now I notice her age, how soft her voice has become, and how she forgets the small things quite easily.
I noticed my grandfather was not as strong as years prior, he waters the garden in silence, and he does not rush to finish the rest of the chores.
We have not seen each other in many years, I am not their small child, but a silhouette of her.
She is hidden within me, and I fear that that small child will come back when I meet them.
When I cry as I hold them in my arms, my hands hold onto theirs, I noticed their hands are no longer as big as I remember.
I miss their warmth, their smiles and their home. The scent, the beauty, the colours of a house that has survived it all.
Welcome me back with open arms, mamma and ceeya, I call for them with so much love my heart throbs from the pain of remembering I live so far away.
Too far to reach out and hold their hands.
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