Long conversation / ŠŠ¾Š»Š³ŠøŠ¹ ŃŠ°Š·Š³Š¾Š²Š¾Ń Natalia Livitchuk, 2016

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Long conversation / ŠŠ¾Š»Š³ŠøŠ¹ ŃŠ°Š·Š³Š¾Š²Š¾Ń Natalia Livitchuk, 2016
Your friendās unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife
it's usually closer, on your chest
My name was Mitya Ivanovich of Ryazan. I was nine winters old when I died. In 1353 winter came early. The boyars took our grain, the wolves took our goats, and hunger took our minds. One night, I was sent to fetch water from the well. I leaned too far and saw my reflection tremble. Then the rope snapped. The well was bottomless, or so they said. They found my boots days later, frozen solid and standing upright like a man still waiting for spring. If you read this far, itās too late to pretend you didnāt. You have until the next cockcrow to send this message to 10 villagers or one tax collector. A boyarās son once received this message carved on birch bark. He laughed, said peasants have no ghosts, and burned it in his hearth. That night, his estate flooded with boiling kvass. A widow in Novgorod copied this tale and sent it to 12 others. The next morning, her cow gave birth to triplets. All healthy. She named them Mitya, Mitya, and Mitya. I still look over their bloodline. Send this to 10 people if you don't want to end up like the boyar's son. Your time starts now
My final headcanons
He's in a ball!
Shoutout to all the educators who inspire us to love the world even more.
Hello tumblr. Iām reviving my old blog from the dead with some of my PHM fanarts.
This movie/book has gripped my soul a little too hard š
thinking about statues of Grace being built all around Erid years after his passing so he can continue to watch over Eridians as they sleep
PRIDEEE MONTHHH
A relatively messy study/fanart for project hail mary, the last month has really awakened my inner space loving child again
Also fun fact, while drawing Man of war by Radiohead started randomly playing which i think is very veru fitting for this
and out of the darkness - you you you you you
Is this about how ppl born in the late 20th century have a unique and fluid experience of navigating barriers to information access and its our responsibility to teach the younger folks how to tinker with technology to avoid being spoonfed everything we experience in order to have critical skills that keep us informed, autonomous, and able to hold power despite looming threats of authoritarianism or..........???
i love love lOVE the additional element of āthe only information thatās free is the āhow weāre going to hellāā BS. Chefās kiss.
this job market is a fucking nightmare