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chunlo

I like Ashveil

elysiumae

@kominigiru

samairuart

Reuploading 🫣 I forgot his earrings

amazingoverlord

Bed #2, Bienvenido Cruz, 2026/04/22. Watercolor on paper, ~4.75x30in.

Testing out my new Analog Object Concertina sketchbook prototype.

lvnesart

its been a while

nallkvl

rollthewhatever

commission🦇❤️

steelcortex

messing around with human designs >:3

fangirltothefullest

I don't care that you're of lower station

Or primed to sate my dark temptations

Why can't you understand?

Let me explain...

It feels SO good to have time off so I can have the inspiration to draw again. Anyways this song makes me think of Roman and I'm proud of this piece.

If you like it, please reblog it.

#OP you are so big brained #this song is stuck in all of our heads huh

dankmemeuniversity

sawkinator

nedsseveredhead

Just. For the record, for anyone worried after seeing that post; Traumadumping on the first day of therapy is like. A good therapist’s dream. Like they WANT you to spill out your problems so they can help you work through them. When you only have an hour with someone once a month it is a Godsend for them to be able to just. Say whats hurting them right off the bat. The biggest problem I had at therapy was I became so conditioned to not talk about my issues that nothing was able to get done. So please, ‘traumadump’ to your therapist. Its what they’re paid for. They are trained to decompress, you don’t have to worry about them.

#had my first meeting with my therapist today so #this is quite comforting to hear right now #cause I thought the shit I said was something you're supposed to take down the line #idk my gut is still feeling doubt about it all but that's common

ithelpstodream

iguessweallcrazyithinktho

Its The colonization

invisiblefoxfire

The first time I left the US was on a trip with my grandmother to Germany. My grandmother was always traveling. Always! Always off on some holiday somewhere, always bringing back tacky souvenirs.

I spoke a bit of German but was far from fluent. I’d been a little worried about communication but my grandmother assured me we’d be fine. She did this all the time, after all.

My grandmother left me in the hotel room one morning to sleep in while she went to the nearby bakery to get some pastries for breakfast. When she returned, she looked very flustered. She got me up because she had to get this off her chest. The woman in the bakery… didn’t speak ANY English. In her words, “Not a lick of English! Not one word!” I replied, heavy with sarcasm, “Really? In GERMANY?” She didn’t pick up on my sarcasm at all and just thought I was equally as astonished as her.

Turns out every trip she’d ever taken was with some pre-planned tour group for obnoxious white Americans. Never in all her years of traveling had she just gone into a small local shop and had to interact with a local whose entire business didn’t revolve around serving people like her. It was a genuine surprise to her that a person - especially a white person! - would actually not understand English.

I later went down to the bakery to apologize as well as I could in German. Fortunately the woman found it very amusing that the American woman just kept talking louder and slower instead of trying to communicate in some other way, and wasn’t bothered at all. But from that day forward I understood something about my grandmother (and a whole hell of a lot of other Americans) that I could never unlearn. That she literally saw everywhere in the world that wasn’t America like some kind of giant fucking Disney World and everyone who didn’t speak English as some kind of bumbling savage. I was embarrassed to be seen with her, ashamed to be there with her. This is very much A Thing and it’s fucking awful.

hooleydooleyfuckaroonie

When I was young and traveling in the late 90s and to about 2007 I want to say? Every time we left the United states we were sat down and would go through some vocabulary that kids should know. Mainly thank yous, hellos and arbitrary pleasantries. I learned why this was so important the first time we went to France, we entered a port town after leaving England via boat. My Mother barely speaking French, it was nearing 9pm and we had missed the train because of a docking issue to get to our booked hotel. The ticket master of the ferry pointed us towards an old inn run by the sweetest woman I had ever met. She met us outside of it, waving us over and through my Mom’s poor French and the Innkeepers broken english the two worked so much out. And after signing us in before she went to prep the room herself. She brought each of my siblings a tea pot filled with some of the best hot chocolate I ever had. Because it was so chilly. The next morning she did the same. Every time I said Merci in french she’d just light up, she even help me learn a few extra things in the short time of breakfast. Apple, orange, tea cup. It’s one of my favourite memories as a kid and something I try to show to people who can’t speak English visiting America as I work retail. Because, expecting fluent English is rude. Appreciate people that can speak your language, no matter how small, because they’re doing their best.

#I mean #Swedish is my native and the Swedish government puts a lot of emphasis on learning english early #bottom line is essentially that every Swede should be able to hold up a conversation in English without much difficulty #now I despise the Swedish accent on the English language personally #but somebody coming from somewhere only english speaking won't have a problem conversing with a Swede #but the big difference comes that not all governments have this emphasis #like with germany france and swiss among others I know they dub just about everything #and some weren't taught english at all in school #but like #bottom line I guess is read up on the country you're traveling to and how well you'd be able to communicate #feels stupid to say but it's like going to france and expecting everone to speak japanese or smth #ugh reminds me of that one story I heard from a friend where someone thought the Eiffel tower was in England #bitch that's france and basic geography #long rant sorry #nonetheless coming to sweden as an american it's not really gonna be the language that's the problem #swedes are very reserved people and see just about every american as extremely extroverted #despite that not always being the case #is this me throwing shade at swedes? yes.#but fr that is a general problem immograting americans have in Sweden

fixaidea

Me: …The hell is it called the ‘drawing room’ for? Was drawing really such a wide-spread hobby, and if so, why do I never see any art equipment in the reconstructions of any of these rooms?

Historian, curator and documentary presenter Dr Lucy Wosley: Actually it was originally called the ‘withdrawing room’, as in the place one withdrew to, and where only family and important guests were allowed to enter. The name got shortened over time.

Me: Oooooohhhh

darkshadeless

wait, so all those scenes where people are invited into the ‘drawing room’ are actually a declaration of intimacy and close friendship or otherwise close ties / importance?

jeanjauthor

Yes.

Writers, take notes.

cargopantsman

Oh my god they were in the drawing room

#that last rb makes it-

1-800kanye

u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside