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Xuebing Du
@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
#extradirty
occasionally subtle
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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The Stonewall Inn
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
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if i look back, i am lost
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@cherrychinos
WELL HOWDY, PARTNER! 🤠
I'm Cherry! And welcome to my blog :D
I like to draw, mostly traditional but I do digital too. I also do basically only fanart, barely any oc work lol.
#CherryChinosArt is for all my art
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the memoir of a ghost
I WAS BORN YESTERDAY. I JUST BLEW IN FROM STUPID TOWN. THIS IS MY FIRST RODEO. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME.
“Fucking Hell… You two almost made that shit look real,” Kubyenka slurred before burping through a long drunken laugh.
“Oh? It not?” Janosh asked from the corner.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/79654876
more yuri scribbles before i go to bed… uni era disaster girls & the struggles of being a butch who enjoys a sweet beverage
A collection of somewhat bawdy poems
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Just a quick photo taken at the Trosky event by our friend. I had my own Hans' book of poetry there with a little addition by me.
Pro Čumblr plný text mého přisprostlého umění:
Pane můj, jenž z nebe shlížíš, dej mi sílu mlčet víc – když ho vidím, jak si sníží řemen, a mně zrudne líc.
Na kolena, ne k modlitbě, panoš můj mě přivádí. Na hradě i při honitbě tam se na mě vyřádí.
Pane můj, buď milosrdný všechno má svůj rub i líc. Já Tvé jméno křičím mnohdy potichu i z plných plic.
Hříšný, to já vždycky byl a hříšným budu dále. Snažím se jen, abych skryl, že v pozoru jsem stále.
Pane můj, radš zavři oči, jestli nechceš vidět víc, jak zádí si mě pootočí, až nemohu pak sedět vstříc.
Každé ráno, když se vzbudím, děkuji Ti nastokrát, že po nocích se neunudím, že darovals mi jinocha.
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Photo by: ScarletCatcheen
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English Translation:
My God, I say, please look away,
for quiet now I need to stay.
When loose then becomes his belt,
I'm finding I've already knelt.
Not for prayer, yet on my knees,
my squire's got me begging please.
In a fight or sharpening my sword,
he focuses on his lord.
Dear God, forgive my pride,
but no coin has just one side.
Your name still remains on my lips,
yet louder when he moves his hips.
Sin is my vice, it grips me tight,
that's how it'll be, no point to fight.
I'm trying so hard to hide,
just how stiff remains my pride.
My God, better turn away your gaze,
don't wanna see how a nobleman strays.
In the night I get worshipped,
so much, that I can barely sit.
In the morning, when I wake,
thank you a thousand times over.
That I never have to come to,
in an empty bed and sober.
Translation by me & @tokymii
The third piece of my Hansry saga (and also my gf's birthday gift), I've been itching to post this for SO long... what a way to end this year
Here's my poem that inspired this drawing:
IN VINO VERITAS
Říká se, že ve víně pravda je.
Že pozná ji ten, kdo se napije.
Já vážně poznal ji, jednoho pozdního večera.
Tanec, pití, a hladový oči dvě.
Bujarý zpěv, tehdy ozýval se do šera.
Hudba, hluk, a ty prokletý oči tvoje.
Já poznal taky, jak vratkej je osud,
když líh do hrdla se lije.
Jak ztracenej já hlupák byl dosud,
než nohy mě donesly až k tobě.
Já poznal ji v moment, kdy usmál ses na mě.
Kdy učaroval mi ten smích tvůj.
Já tehdá, dostal se do ráje.
Tam, kde můžeš být jen můj.
Já poznal ten den, že ve víně vážně pravda je.
Tam někde na dně se skrývá.
Tam dole, kde umírá poslední naděje.
Tam proudí moje voda živá.
THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING MWAH
HEY SO THIS IS THE THING IM SENSITIVE ABOUT
love himb
Daily Phordle 25 August 2025
Your daily Dan and Phil themed phordle puzzle for today is here
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why are you calling him green shrek?? shrek is already green??
No one is regular, everyone is extraordinary
Fixed
This post is a train wreck.
Why do you need to put ordinary? Shouldn’t it just be the words without the adjective?
@factual-fantasy
i'd like to add that the shadow color isnt necessarily dictated entirely by the primary light source, but the bounce light! so for the example of a sunny environment, the reason the shadows are blue are because of the light from the blue sky reflects across the environment; but, if the character were to be under tree cover, the bounce light would be coming from the leaves and thus the shadow would look greener.
Yee yee!!! You got it right on the nose!
Bounce light is something I didn't cover but I adore it!
Gotta work on my bounce light 💪
Yay for local color and color relativity! I love seeing artists continuing to share and learn from each other!
characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........
I finished KCD2, guys, I am unwell.
(That's a lie, I'm thriving, this game makes me so irrationally happy. So I wanted to capture something peacefull this time)
@tokymii received this message from a friend, and I had to make an artistic rendition
[Translation: In kcd1 Henry always looks like he ate a crayon and got caught by his mum while doing so]
attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear ‘attaboy’ and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair
