loving this new tiktok trend of 14 year olds thinking 1998 was actually the 1800s
served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images
more sci-fi/fantasy dynastic empires should feature the emperor or empress just cutting out the middle-parent and cloning themselves. I want scenarios where they make like five clones and then force their potential heirs to fight it out and see who the best (evilest? most willing to sit back and watch their siblings murder each other?) mini-me is. I want "I'm nothing like you" yelled at your clone-parent over treasonous regicidal family dinner with like, 12 identical imperial portraits hanging overhead. I want the death of the self in pursuit of immortality. I just think this could really take dynastic familial dysfunction to the next level.
not romantic nor sexual nor platonic but a secret fourth thing (drawn on the same layer)
if they want to get rid of you they’ll have to get rid of me too
"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."
Nature forging a baby.” Guillaume de Lorris and Jean de Meun, Roman de la Rose. Bruges, c.1490-c.1500
once you start wearing a good pair of cargo pants everywhere you absolutely cannot go back. like sorry im an anime character now and these are my default pants. not my fault theyre appropriate for work and school and hanging out and concerts and hiking and the grocery store and going out for dinner and the bank and a first date and a job interview and a day trip. pockets for days for anything you may need. like she has the range.
everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
She is also the most delicious Gatorade
banger after banger after banger 🍊🧡🥕🌅🎃🐅🦊🍁🏀
wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.
a hoe never gets lyme disease
Details in Purple
- The New Bracelet, 19th century, by Frans Verhas.
- Countess Alexander Nikolaevitch Lamsdorff, 1859, by Franz Xaver Winterhalter.
- Summer Idleness: Day Dreams, 1909, by John William Godward.
- Lady in Violet, 1874, by Pál Szinyei Merse.
- Portrait of a Lady, c. 1570, by Alessandro Allori.
- A Lady in a Lilac Dress, 19th century, by Władysław Czachórski.
- That Was a Piedmontese, 1862, by Arthur Hughes.
- A Gust of Wind, by Gaetano Bellei.
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don’t ask about the raccoon.
But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn’s head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?
My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.
A few months later
All hail the High Warden of Gondor.
Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.
I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
- Hamlet By William Shakespeare -
But is also a confession of pain.
- reference of Latine proverb -
happy birthday Jason Todd
New poster I recently finished! The best throuple <3 This is based on that picture that was going around a few months back, from Twelfth Night - I def had some feelings the first time I saw it and had the idea to draw these 3 based on it! I had so much fun, I love the three of them so dang much <3
Will be available as a poster soon!
this is my favorite love triangle resolution it's always so funny. yeah this is my wife. and that's her wife, my best friend mike.
also this dynamic