Path through the Woods (1874) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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Path through the Woods (1874) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Canon: and so they never met
Fanfic: here’s a funny story
Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.
Fanfic: Actually,
Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms
Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!
Canon: … and they were roommates.
Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…
Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.
Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened
Canon: They had a coffeeshop
Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS
Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions
Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN
Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best
Canon: They were straight
Fanfic: Lol
THE LAST ONE IS THE BEST ONE
I love fanfic so so so much.
Canon: Am I joke to you?
Fanon: No, just a disappointment.
World Heritage Post
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
Definitely will be painting more grapes. I was intimidated for years but ended up really enjoying it!
P.S. I just listed prints of the aperitif painting
BOOKS in 2026
I love you. I'd tie my hair with yours; I'd split my souls for you; I'd surrender myself to you. THE HUSKY AND HIS WHITE CAT SHIZUN VOLUMES 1-11, Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou (2022 - 2026)
when your partner quotes the criminal code to get you in the mood
me analyzing my favorite characters:
now what were your great-grandfathers' jobs. that's more interesting. mine were a factory worker / industrial baker, a security guard, a lawyer, and a dairy farmer.
Spring ‘Magnolia Blossoms’ Stained Glass Window.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens 2015 | dir. J. J. Abrams
I love not playing along
"she's gained a lot of weight lately" "oh, good for her"
"on the wrong side of 40" "huh, which side is that?"
❗️I am not playing along with you❗️
summer sketches 🌾
Gosh I’d love to give it a try. It’s just so hard to find the time with all the *describes a daily schedule that is 65% dilly-dallying*
@giftober 2024 | day 4: slow motion ➛ anne with an e s03 e08 "great and sudden change"
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