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in chinese mythology the fèng huáng (鳳凰) and the lóng (龍) which are the closest thing to what we call a phoenix and a dragon are the most ancient and common representation of yin and yang. the phoenix embodies the feminine, transformation, renewal and justice. on the other hand, the dragon represents the masculine with its strength and power, and is often associated with the imperial authority. according to some myths, the phoenix and the dragon are celestial beings that fall deeply in love and act as guardians of cosmic balance, ensuring the harmony and balance of the material and spiritual world

starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes

honourable mentions

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. June will bring blessings.

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"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

Oh how I love being a fanfic girl🩷🩷🩷🩷

sometimes you’re hit with a friendly realization that yes, life is good. you have your comfort characters and you have archive of our own. life is actually beautiful

“this fic was written by AI”

Ulyana Sergeenko

Spring Couture 2013

whoever invented beds was a fucking genius im just all cozied up in here like u don't even know how cozy i am

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

David Koma

London- Womenswear FW 2025/2026

Jean Paul Gaultier

Spring 2020 couture

A rare picture of the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish and his Israeli lover Rita, about whom he wrote:

“I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments.”

When it was discovered that she was working for the Israeli Mossad intelligence, he said:

“I felt like my homeland was occupied again.”

“How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

Madonna

Yoshitaka Amano: Gashu Illustrations Art Book (1996)

louis and zayn messing with liam and his bandana

(wwa london 6/7/14) [alternate link]

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

Bash interview for i-D 💖

i-D

Vogue magazine

Janvier 1936

- From the archives

Coffee dates ☕

"Mi abuela me enseñó la importancia de saber volver a los recuerdos. Por supuesto, uno no regresa intacto de ese viaje. Le acompañan la tristeza, el frío, los suspiros. Pero ¿acaso son esas tres cosas más dañinas que el propio olvido de quien uno ha sido? Me debo a todo ello, soy quien soy por lo que he vivido, así que no fuerzo el olvido de quien me ha habitado, de quien fue mi universo y ahora es un hueco vacío. Soy capaz de hacer ese viaje, de abrirle mi alma a la memoria y dejar que se quede en mi cuerpo el tiempo necesario, porque lo cierto es que nunca se queda para siempre. Son solo breves momentos de ausencia, de travesía, de estrella fugaz. Y yo no les cierro la puerta."

Elvira Sastre en Días sin ti.

Un día comencé a quererte. Y no, no te diste cuenta, pero ese día nació un pájaro. Ya no recuerdo cómo es, cómo era, aunque a veces viene de vez en cuando, se para en mi ventana y me enseña su cuerpo pequeño - sabe, por favor, que en realidad no es él-. En algún otro momento, quizá fue la primera vez que te dije que te amaba, ese pájaro comenzó a volar. Era capaz de cruzar países enteros, de sobrevolar aviones, guerras, de llegar hasta mis manos y hasta las tuyas. Ese pájaro era mío. Por pura gracia y por el querer que sentía hacia ti, ese pájaro decidió hacer de tu corazón, sí, del tuyo, su casa. Y ahí habitó. Voló contigo tantas veces como fue posible. Se detuvo en tu pelo, te acarició con su calor, te abrazó con sus plumas. Lo siguió haciendo incluso cuando no querías que lo hiciera. Lo siguió haciendo incluso cuando llegó otro pájaro a tu hombro. Lo hizo lastimado, lo hizo herido Lo hizo con lluvia y también cuando el cielo no se aguantaba en su propio peso y decidía que era tiempo de caerse. Lo hizo cuando querías escucharlo y cuando no querías hacerlo. Cuando eras tú y cuando dejaste de serlo. Ese pájaro era ese querer mío que tenía por ti. Y decidir olvidarte fue el sacrificio de ese pájaro. Fue acabar con su vuelo. Fue acabar con su casa. Fue pedirle que ya no volara. Fue acabar con el único propósito con el que había nacido. ¿Qué me dolió su muerte? Como no tienes idea. ¿Qué me dolió que se alejara de ti? También. Y sí, hoy lo recuerdo, no porque siga vivo, sino porque los recuerdos duelen. Porque a veces se escapan y no tiene sentidos ponerles barreras. Porque, tal como dice Elvira, a los recuerdos los acompaña el frío. Pero sé que son solo breves momentos, que no son para siempre. Que mañana o en un minuto pasará. Ese pájaro ya nunca va a volver, aunque a veces lo recuerde y me duela.

Hoy estoy aquí, frente a la primavera mientras todo el mundo está entrando al otoño. Y no tengo miedo. Y soy feliz. Y creo que tú también deberías serlo. Por ese pájaro, que ya no vive, que ya no existe, pero que tanto tiempo estuvo a nuestro lado. Al final y al cabo, el amor consiste en dejar de pasar frío.

Mooooooooo 👄

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If I were a house..

You know what really pisses me off? The rewriting of history. People want to pretend like the only reason Liam Payne was getting hate was because of the allegation. But I call bullshit. 99% of the people hating him online had no idea about the allegations or didn't care. They were bullying him online because they thought he was "cringe."

The latest wave of bullying online, which I saw weeks before his death, had nothing to do with the allegations. It had to do with him dancing at Niall's concert. The hate started with the Logan Paul interview, where Liam didn't say anything that warranted being dogpiled by the internet. And it never stopped.

Now, people want to rewrite history and pretend Liam wasn't bullied and humiliated for just being himself because it was "cringe." But you can't because that's the truth. Imagine bullying someone online because you thought he danced weirdly or was cringe. Then they get all defensive afterwards, sprouting bullshit about how they're "allowed to have an opinion." Yeah, and your opinion has real-life consequences.

Some of you want to pretend like Liam Payne hadn't been the internet's punching bag for years. Enough.

“Honey, we have guests, bring out the fine china”

The same Niall fans that made fun of Liam for going to Nialls concert now *crying* how Liam was always there for Niall and talking about how people need to be kinder. Genuinely, fuck you, it shouldn't take someone dying to revaluate your behaviour which you were taught as a child was unacceptable

Winter in Moominvalley ❄️ {2/2}