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IT’S DONE!! 6 months, 20,000 stitches, and ~240 hours of work later and the syndicate cross stitch based on @valeriapryanikova pixel art piece (original can be found here) is finally complete!! You may have seen WIPs of this floating around but the whole thing is finally complete!!! I’m so happy with how it turned out. The colors presented a unique challenge and i had to invent most of them by blending threads. But I had a whole lot of fun stitching this :D

maertyrer

Marcel von Herrfeldt Salome with the Head of St. John the Batist

Oil on canvas, 109 x 54 cm, 20th century

ridestomars

watching the new season of stranger things and just thinking about steve being jealous that reader is spending too much time with eddie

trickstercaptain-archive

Russian classics aesthetic.

Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow.

Brothers Karamazov

Orthodox monasteries. Deep woods. Starry nights. The sound of paper being torn. Dimly lit rooms. Withered roses. An unfinished letter. Piles of books. The sound of shattering glass. Ticking of clocks in a silent house. Heavy wooden furniture. The air before a storm. The smell of earth. A crowd of people dressed in black. Distant murmurs. Emptied streets. The fear of walking alone in dusk.

Crime and Punishment

Coldness of the skin against a blade. Slender pale fingers and slightly shaking hands. A red stain blooming on white fabric. Lonely steps in a corridor. The slow dripping of water. Looking out of the window into the thickening darkness. A single dying candle on the table. Listening to one’s breath and counting heartbeats. Too many stairs. The desire to be invisible. A subtle memory of kind words.

The Idiot

Classical statues. Wealth covered with dust. A dark house tainted with inherited madness. An unsettling feeling. Long walks in a park. Useless chatter. A silken ribbon forgotten on a bench. A melancholic face. An unexpected spring rain. The joy of reading one’s favourite book. The clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around. Looking at cloudless sky.

Anna Karenina

Fields of crops. Flowers brought from an early morning walk. The wind caressing a girl’s hair. A bowl of fruit. The smell of ripe pears. The clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea. Children’s laughter coming from the garden. Soft sunlight and white curtains. The sensation of velvet against skin. Pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor. A sudden silence in a room full of people.

War and Peace

A glass of wine. The brightness of a crystal chandelier. White lace. A raging snow storm. The sound of a door being gently closed. The moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room. Indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light. The sound of a saber being drawn. Closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing. The sweet smell of strawberries. A pair of gloves left on an armchair. Light scent of powder.

The Master and Margarita

The chaos of a lively city. Ambient jazz in expensive restaurants. Jumping on a moving tram. The sight of Moscow from the roof of a house. Yellow flowers in a vase. Leaning out of the window. Shelves stacked with books. A small tin box with old photographs. Strange shapes in the night sky. Laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony. Colourful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

Eugene Onegin

A lonely mansion. Reading a book in the parlour. Faint piano melody lingering in falling silence. Long evenings. Passing seasons. Discussing French novels of the moment. Unspoken thoughts. Leaning against the door frame. Quickly averted glance. Eating a peach absent-minded. Bright mornings. Footprints in snow. A loud gunshot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

A hero of our time

Byronic boredom. Getting up late in the afternoon. The hidden unspeakable sadness of existence. Shakespeare’s tragedy opened next to untouched breakfast. Cigarette smoke. Polished boots. Walking with one’s coat wide open letting the night chill break through to the bone. Carved wooden chair. Fading warmth of the ashes late in the evening. The thought of farewell.

Fathers and Sons

Birch groves. Morning mist. Moss covered stones near a moor. Scientific books. White roses. Cheap champagne. Shabby pocket-watch. Light-hearted irony. A maladroit cello sonata. Freshly mowed grass. Leaving thoughts come and go. A slow yawn. Picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes. Drinking tea on the porch. Longing for the future.

Doctor Zhivago

A strange feeling of loss. Writing poems in a diary. Travelling by train. The hesitation before touching someone’s hand. The gaze of one lost in thought. The warmth of cinnamon. A scarf brightly embellished with flowers. A glass of water. Two people listening each on the other side of the door. A threadbare jacket. The tempting void. The evanescent serenity of yesterday.

Dead Souls

Horses in a merry gallop. Delicious smells mingled. Grotesque and bizarre tragedy. Luxurious attire cheap soul. Masks. A perfumed love letter. The triumph of sarcasm. An unattached wheel rolling down a dusty road. The atmosphere of commedia dell’arte. Puzzling speeches. A baffling caricature drawn on a handkerchief.

Cherry Orchard

A lone chair in an empty room. Falling blossoms. Old samovar. The unsettling need for change. A mirror reflecting full moon. The disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance. A piano out of tune.

Tagged by: @khruseos xoxo Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

0sbrain

When one of my hyperfixations is part of the lecture and the professor and I start a deep conversation ignoring everyone else

severin-photocopy

Dante: watching the sinners getting tortured and suffering a lot

my doodles on the side of the page: ｡*ﾟ💖🧚‍♀️🌺🌈⭐🎉🎂🎀🎆🎶｡*ﾟ

quiiescenza

Dante be like I know a spot and then he faints

historicallyinaccuratejomarch

Divine Comedy spin off where Dante repays the favor and shows Virgil around Florence

incorrectclassicbookquotes

Dante climbing the Purgatory hills, singing: Welcome to Purgatory! The hills are so high here! *running out of breath* You'd think there'd be another way to get so high cause they have magic but no! *Yelling at the heavens* Why'd you make the hills so high?! PURGATORY IS THE WORST!!!!

nysus-temple

Virgil: You're so annoying and I hate you. Go away.

Dante: I can't. You don't want to let go off my hand.

incorrect118

Buck: What’re you doing?

Eddie: Tying your shoes, bro.

Buck: Why, bro?

Eddie: So you don’t fall for anyone else, bro.

guys,,,,,, Captain Sharron Raydor seems a bit,,,the TINIEST bit of autistic coded,, idk man i’m watching the closer fully for the 4th time and i’m just noticing that and i’ve only seen major crimes fully once so 🧐

#sharron raydor #the closer #major crimes #head canon #the closer head canon #major crimes headcanons #pls say you see it too

incorrect118

Eddie: Please raise your hand if you honestly believe that Buck and I are involved.

Eddie: ...

Eddie: Buck, put your hand down.

incorrect118

Buck: Aside from me, who’s the funniest person you know?

Eddie: This isn’t a trick question, is it? You’re not going to get angry?

Buck: No, of course not!

Eddie: Fine, it’s Hen.

[Later that day]

Hen: Hey Buck.

Buck: Oh, hello, homewrecker.

h11ms4lty

buck would anger wipe a truck down and glare at hen when she walks in shut up

togglepop

NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

kiruharukorohara

Let’s get back to basics. Kinda funny we rename things like we’re outlaws that try to cover up there crimes!

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why have i never known about orange

rainbowravioli

Orange was originally like…a PG-13 warning. You would tag orange for fics that stopped at making out. What you’re thinking of is “Grapefruit”. The scale goes as such: Orange (PG-13, basically making out like I said) - Lime (Non-explicit sexual actions, think an M rated fic instead of NC-17) - Lemon (explicit, graphic sex, the NC-17 fics) - Grapefruit (hardcore/weird stuff)