i was supposed to colour this but i got impatient and gave up.
time stop in the middle of the fight just to have a selfie w grandpa
What a lovely thing a rose is!
I've been staring at the Naval Treaty email schedule going "are we there yet?" since Wednesday, and we're HERE!
I know the standard argument is that he was looking for A Clue over near the vase of flowers - do you believe it for a second? I don't. That might have required walking over to the vase. It did not require a short monologue on the goodness of God followed by completely losing touch with the fact there were other people in the room.
He walked past the couch to the open window, and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects. “There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
From a 'Holmes as queer' perspective, independently from the Holmes/Watson perspective, it's probably my favourite paragraph in the book. I'm not gonna pretend to be very educated about queer thought in the 1890s, I'm just extremely gay and think that 'Isn't it nice that my heart can find this beautiful, even though that feeling serves no purpose for the continuation of the human species?' might mean something. And that he believes it's a gift from God. Given the place and time he's living in, I think that's incredibly powerful.
Oh yeah and I found a floriography dictionary.
Early meeting at the abandoned bus stop
my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice
the tag game on this post is so strong
I literally lost something like 4/5ths of my hardcore cadre of longtime friends to hockey rpf at one point or another. The first wave fell in the years 2010 and 2011. They built that rpf fandom from the ground up well before it was cool. Over the next few years more and more fell, more and more rapidly. I became a hockey rpf widow. My twitter list of blocked words grew legion. It was half a decade of hell in which I occasionally glimpsed nightmare visions of toothless men with terrible hair.
The year is 2023. Almost all of my friends have returned from the hockey rpf trenches. Some have been clean for nearly a decade. Yet the taint still lingers. Sometimes tweets on my timeline are still muted inexplicably, until I click through to see that the offending word was ‘sharks’, ‘ice’ or even ‘gritty’. Every now and then, a toothless man still breaches containment….
[ID: A digital illustration of Miles Edgeworth, Kay Faraday, and Sebastian Debeste from Ace Attorney. Edgeworth is hugging both Kay and Sebastian and looking off to the left with a glare, saying "Don't talk to me or my children ever again." End description.]
My review of The Forgotten Turnabout so far (almost at the end): FUCK Blaise Debeste, his son is my son now
Going through my dark and brooding era. Is pleinair painting cooler if you make it spooky? I hope the answer is yes. Here are 10 of my 15 nocturne paintings I showed at SITTING OUTSIDE 2, a pleinair painting show in Los Angeles that I curated. I did all nocturnes for the show this year. Hoping to keep that going.
@feanorianweek Day 3: Celegorm (and Aredhel)
In their first ventures into the wild Celegorm and Aredheld got lost, almost died, had seven arguments and had to wander around the darkness of the forest for a long time until they found their way back.
It was one of Celegorm’s favourite memories.
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@feanorianweek Día 3: Celegorm (y Aredhel)
Durante sus primeros viajes al monte Celegrom y Aredhel se perdieron, casi murieron, discutieron siete veces y tuvieron que caminar en la oscuridad por un largo tiempo hasta que encontraron el camino de regreso.
Es uno de los recuerdos favoritos de Celegorm.
