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branw3lls · 2 years
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not one person asked but here is my fairchild brothers fancast ʚɞ
sam reid as charles fairchild 
freddie fox as matthew fairchild
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nudibutch · 10 months
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when i say articulated arms i want to be able to pinch a dollar bill from someones hand with it
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degloved · 2 years
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not to be controversial here on this day but they should seriously put a cap on car size. at least in europe. at least here in croatia. my grandma's village with a population of 980 people does not have roads built to handle a car wider than an average van. last year in this pretty tiny ass seaside town i was in, there was a whole Thing because a massive suv was going one way on an incline and another car was trying to go the opposite way, and neither of them could move because the suv was too wide for the other car to drive past it on a TWO-WAY ROAD. about a month ago i couldn't use the only available spot in a parking lot because an american-style pickup truck was too large to be accommodated by the standard parking space size & its tires stuck out into the space beside it. it's literally insane. no one needs cars this big
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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kedreeva · 3 months
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There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.
Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.
and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."
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cottonspotten · 6 months
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*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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fluentisonus · 1 year
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He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”
Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood
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cracklewink · 1 month
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I have been wracking my brain on my mane 6 redesign for the past week. Here's my ideas for Rarity!! RD is up next >
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branw3lls · 1 year
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clockwork prince thoughts
-ok i’m so not gonna finish my re-read in time even with audiobooks unless i do literally nothing this weekend- godspeed to all trying to re-read at this point
-i listened to the audiobook for this one which is sad bc it’s my favorite tsc book and probably my one of my top favorites of all time but it’s also nice to listen to. ed westwick who is cancelled but really was the will fancast of the time and they have him do all the will scenes and the poetry quotes between chapters and it’s unfortunately quite good. i also like him reading the magnus chapters. the female narrator gets points for literally singing all of bridget’s irish ballads but loses a few for making charlotte sound like mrs. potts
-i love this fucking book! everyone is kissing everyone everyone is freaking out and the full angst hasn’t set in yet
-you knooooooow i love the charlotte and henry confession scene. i could quote it. those two are it, they’re everything. if they don’t have some semblance of happiness and also twin girls by the end of chain of thorns i s2g...
- “i married you because-because i knew i wouldn't mind how difficult directing this place was, or how badly the clave treated me, if I knew yours would be the last face i saw every night before i went to sleep” why does this part get me the most! how were they so lonely for 4 years! they make me want to sob! it’s enough to just be around each other even though that’s so painful 
-cc really put her whole ass into this love triangle. there’s nothing like it never had been never will be, it transcends
-woolsey darling
-the trip to york- everything with aloysius and his granddaughter. i like seeing other institutes. also the fallout of the accords and certain shadowhunter’s reluctance to follow them/ having spoils. the accords are still so new at this point and it’s so interesting to me
- “it was a rare and novel thrill when henry gave orders”
-this is such a good second book 
-is cyril in the last hours?? i wonder where he ended up. are mundane servants allowed to work in houses in idris? he should have a little scene 
-i looOOooove the brothers lightwood. gideon really is that girlie who studies abroad for 6 months and makes it their whole personality 
- charlotte- when she kicks a fucking stone wall in the council chamber ♥ when she has to interrogate jessie with the mortal sword then bursts out in tears ♥ when the hell did she have time to get tessa a new wardrobe ♥ “it’s my plan now” ♥  mother
-sooooo many mentions of the chain of gold/iron/thorns/flowers dickens quote in these books
-nate is the worst so long clown bye bye
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munchboxart · 10 days
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So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).
Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog
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nikoco11 · 1 year
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i had a nice thought today !!!
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
#It’s just so different#even though it’s public it still feels secret and safe. i feel comfy sharing a lot more on here than I do in my actual day to day life lol#in my head I’m also just speaking to myself 90% of the time which helps#if a friend off tumblr saw my thoughts I’d feel so weird ab it#esp bc they might get the vagueposting about certain situations and tell mutual friends#no thank u. this is for me. I’m not about to start censoring my thoughts bc someone I know knows my tumblr#u guys literally saw me have LIVE BREAKDOWNS#meanwhile I’ll have the worst fucking day in history and tell no one about it. I’m already cripplingly private but way more so in real life#this is basically a low stress journaling outlet for me. it’s so important for me to maintain the separation#like this is actually my diary & has been so handy for letting out emotions / articulating thoughts / staying on track !!#& I’ve met so many kind people on here who actually get me. which is so hard to find irl bc I’m surrounded by pre-med gunners/overachievers#who are by standard not very good w emotion & can be competitive/judgmental. or at least it’s hard for me to be vulnerable in front of them#and I’m part of that crowd so I reserve my emotions only to a handful of very close friends#it’s nice to hop on here and express negative emotions!! or positive emotions!! just whatever I want and it’s low stress and people get me#I don’t have to worry about judgment or competitiveness etc etc#like everyone on here is so kind & nice & understanding. & just a breath of fresh air from the types I run w. it’s just nice to have this#so idk that’s why I think I’ll always be strict about keeping the worlds separate. it just works#p
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ursiday · 4 months
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Arnica might take out the throes that I threw in my head
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psrj · 21 days
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demon king of salvation
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