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I kinda feel like the toddler might be strong in me. The most audacious shit could happen to me and I’d just be like, “welp. Guess this is life now”. But the randomest little thing happens and I am OVER IT. Fuck the world and everyone in it.

And then immediately after my breakdown I’m chill again!

Also, fuck yeah I would! You really think that if I were rich enough to afford a really nice car I wouldn’t invest in some stickers to make it mine and make it at least a little different than all the other expensive 2-ton bullets on the highway?

someone somewhere probably already drew this but here's the centaur kiss anyway

I think I might have the spreadsheet autism. I’m supposed to be writing a paper, but I ended up procrastinating by creating a spreadsheet detailing by how much each state’s minimum wage fails to support basic costs of living.

This is so haunting

Hug

I loved this painting so much more when I thought that the man in blue was a woman

Pygmalion and Galatea by Jean-Leon Gerome (1890)

Why must my existence as a lesbian be political? Why must my interest in women be political? Why must fictional characters' relationships be political? Why must we as individuals be political based on something as simple our own existence? We all just want to live our lives the way anyone else would and yet we're told to keep it private and to ourselves. We are told to not hold hands or write books for our children about families like ours or people like us because our words will take away the control they want over their children. We have existed under fire and shadow for millenia, and no matter how much has changed, we are barred from having the same treatment as anyone else. No law protects us from harm and discrimination, and yet we are expected to be calm. We are expected to sit here and take it and be grateful for inequality because 'it used to be worse'. This treatment is dehumanizing, and I do not want to be treated like something taboo to be hidden. I am a lesbian. I will hold hands with my girlfriend. I will walk these streets with pride. I will write about women and I will write about loving relationships and I will write about my experience. We will not be silenced. Our existence is not inheritantly political, but you have made it so, and we will not just sit here and be silenced and erased because you refuse to listen and learn.

"A Tale as Old as Time..."

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This piece took me forever, but finally the Beauty and the Beast inspired Faricille stained glass is complete! And it only took like 21 hours lol. RIP my hands- remember to stretch, kids!

I feel like the symbolism is kind of obvious (for the most part at least), but I will go ahead and explain it.

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

Falin and Marcille are depicted in the unfortunate fate the dungeon led them to- Falin as a chimera and Marcille as an unwilling dungeon lord. Their expressions morose yet they interlock their fingers like in the bath scene. The design between them is the summoning circle Marcille stood in while resurrecting Falin. I did my best to copy the runes as closely as I could.

The golden feathers of the wing lion embrace the scene, and his symbol is also displayed at the bottom. Specifically, it is made to look like Kensuke's guard, a subtle nod to Laios, who is such an important person for both of these women. Thistle frames it with his ties to the lion, the dungeon, and his role, intentionally (with Falin's) or unintentionally (with Marcille's) unfortunate fates.

In the background, two scenes are specific to each character, and two have shared meanings for the characters. On the right, Falin's staff is lit up with magic, like the kind that teleported her party out and martyred herself. On the left is Marcille's mindscape library- the scene split in half between the black and gray of a nightmare and the color of a dream. Both symbolize driving forces in their lives- Falin's to protect those she loves no matter what, and Marcille's to escape her fears (and her own way of trying to protect those she cares about). At the bottom is the beginning- the raspberries they shared as girls that signified the start of their friendship. At the top, it wasn't the final ending but an ending nonetheless. The rabbits are tied to Falin because the rabbit stew is the catalyst to have her die for another time, a meal when one is starving, feeling like salvation despite death (Can't death be considered salvation on its own?). The rabbits also signal an extremely traumatic event for Marcille as she watched all her friends die because of them- once again, either actively in the case of her party or as the result of in the case of Falin.

I just really really need a good drive-thru café that’s open past midnight. Please, for the sake of all night owls!

Actively hate the discourse against 24/7 places like I get where you're coming from but in my ideal world a lot of shit would be 24/7 just with more shifts and better pay because plenty of people prefer to work nights or have to be out at weird hours to get basic necessities for one reason or another and acting like necessary services keeping to almost a 9-5 operating hours and having multiple days closed ignores people sometimes do need things immediately and it's not all some lazy selfish desire and isn't inherently harmful to the employees

More often than not, tea is the answer. If tea is not the answer, try another kind of tea.

be patient with yourself. try having a cup of tea.