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all this talk about goncharov but i dont see anybody posting the soundtrack??? like how are you gonna talk about this movie without the music

okay well people have asked so uh. I put it on spotify? dunno when itll show up but its there and also heres the sheet music???

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Good Fight”

✨ "You're a monster. A plague. You defile beautiful things." ✨

✶ oathbreaker ✶

Healing my soul with some fanart after finishing this wonderful anime 😢

obsessed with achilles as this unsettling creature with colorless eyes who looks like he should be living in the darkest reaches of his mother’s watery arms. who isn’t golden but a terrible shard of sunlight on a cresting wave. like a god carved a wound on the horizon and he is the empty space left behind.. more demigods who look uncanny. there is enough beauty let them be horrible

well it took me about 2 seconds to reblog this

HOLY FUCK

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power song

wHaT

this is art—

ITS A BOP

👀 this is a certified banger!

I don’t know if you understand the birth of nations:

               everything old is made to look new                                                                                                or gone.

—  Ariana Brown, from “A Division of Gods,” We Are Owed.

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every 1 is honestly beautiful and tragic like sometimes i can't look people in the eye because im like i know something is making you deeply irreversibly sad and you're just here talking to me about the weather and im going to let you

yesterday in economic botany we were learning about plant based oil compounds and stuff and my botany professor was talking about lynn seed oil, which in woodworking is rubbed on over furniture as a varnish. this oil has an exothermic chemical reaction with oxygen, meaning that the reaction creates heat. what often happens, apparently, is that woodworkers will finish rubbing on the oil with a rag and then will ball up the rag and throw it away, but because the reaction is taking place and the heat can’t escape (like it would on a piece of furniture where it can be cooled) it gets trapped in the rag, which gets hotter and hotter until it reaches the temperature where it bursts into flame. apparently many woodworking shops have been burned down by this. the proper way to dispose of rags with this oil is to hang them up on a clothesline, so again the reaction never gets enough heat to start a fire. im telling you this because im a writer and ive never heard of substance that will just…spontaneously combust conveniently like that so long as it’s in a confined space. my botany professor tried it in a trash can in his driveway and it did indeed burst into flame after 45 minutes, which is an exceptionally convenient time delay. im sorry im tying this so fast my laptop is on 2% battery and theres no outlet an

LINSEED OIL ITS SPELLED LINSEED

the theme that always resonates me the most in stories is “the world is cruel; therefore I won’t be.”

when a pessimistic, self-destructive character who has been made hard and cynical and bitter by repeated trauma and horror is suddenly put into a situation where they could be like “well, that’s just how it is, life’s a bitch” but they choose not to? When they decide instead they’ll be damned if they don’t die fighting to make their shitty fucking world a little bit less shitty?

When they are yanked into a relationship with someone who is way more hopeful and idealistic than they are, who has not experienced the same suffering, and they think “I’m not going to let them hurt the way I was hurt” even though they may not have ever given a damn about what anyone else was going through before?

That’s just about the most important story there is, if you ask me

Can we just acknowledge this video for a second

youtube insists i used this remix on an old MMD video from like 2014 and wouldn’t let me contest it

saying “you are a burden on society” is just such a weird framing of priorities It’s like saying “wow, think how much better gas mileage your car would get if you weren’t sitting in it” or “think how dry that umbrella would be if you weren’t holding it in between you and the rainstorm”. the things we create? they’re for us. they are meant to carry us. they are meant to protect us. we are meant to hold them up to keep us dry. 

why do we even have a society if not to take care of each other?

I may have never played Dnd, but this is a good opportunity to draw character design! Have a tiny tiefling o/ 

a collection of seemingly unintentionally profound shitposts that fill me with a viscerally intense feeling of existential awareness

(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk

this makes me want to learn ojibwe just to mess with europeans

Looking at old art of Grimsley. I miss the boy…