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The Vision of Saint Hubert (1890)

— by Franz von Stuck

crazy-brazilian

butchniqabi

happy birthday kermit thee butch!!!!!!!

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filmnoirsbian

Best tumblr scandals

The girl grave robbing and selling human bones online

The white american girl who pretended to be an interracial lesbian couple living with hiv in india, just so she could write hamilton hiv fic

The girl everyone thought was the native lesbian writer of my immortal, who wrote it to find her brother, but it turns out she was white and lied about her backstory and probably didn’t even write the fic

Russian Chaos Agents

Add more if u want, lord knows theres plenty

crawdadsinyourarea

for all the people in the notes asking for sources/more info:

all or nothing

beastmilk jewelry

bone thief

cancer scam

child slavery

cole sprouse’s social experiment

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cybersmith

dashcon

evilfemme

firebolting

freebleeding

glitchedpuppet

hiv hamilton fanfic

homestuck bucket video

homestuck sharpie bath

komaeda kin finger hoax

leelah project

lifting community

“made her eat the doodoo”

medicine switching murder

memeufacturing

miss officer and mr. truffles

mod silver

my immortal author hoax

needle-filled cookie

piss jello

russian agents

toe necklace

unliscenced therapy

i apologize if any of these links are less than savory; if there are any better sources please lmk

aplasticshark

thank you so much but also curse you

laimfunk

hopefulnightlady

my christian friend saw this and now he refuses to engage with any god of war content

phoneticmeow

Oh shit this blew up Um I wanna address that he has plenty of space other than this window

He has this entire one right next to it with a blankie and he uses it exclusively for people watching. He really only goes to the other window when he decides to be A Menace

Also his name is Banjo

konansgirlfriend

Was at the art museum earlier and i have a new favourite painting

konansgirlfriend

Is this not the cutest??? Its called ”Me and Brita” and this guy in 1895 was like ”i love this kid so much imma do a painting of us having fun so the world will always know how much i loved her and what a good time we had”

08-plaza

the painting in the background is looking at them like “my word what a cool pair”

cheltenhambolditalic

More specifically that is Carl Larsson with one of his 8 children.

He came from a extremely poor and abusive background but worked his way into fine society, where he fell in love with fellow artist Karin Bergöö, and his works shifted to painting his home life.

Painting titled “My Loved Ones”

[in reference to his career] “the most immediate and lasting part of my life’s work. these pictures are of course a very genuine expression of my personality, of my deepest feelings, of all my limitless love for my wife and children.”

more-is-toto

OMFG I used to work at Carl’s house which in now a museum in Falun, Sweden, and now his art is on my dash!

I could tell so many stories about this family, but to sum it up they lived the definition of what we would call a cottagecore life where both Carl and Karin worked as artists in their dream house that they designed and built together. It really was an artist’s home built with pure love, and also a big contrast to what a typical Swedish home looked like at the time. The late 1800s trend was to have a dark home with gothic vibes and brown and dark red colours. The Larsson’s home though is bright and colourful with big windows and homemade textiles sewn by Karin.

I also wanted to tell a bit about Brita, the cute little girl on her father’s shoulders in the original post. Here she is portraited in Brita, Cat and a Sandwich.

She was the fifth child of seven and felt like she didn’t get enough attention from her dad as a middle child in a big family. To get more time with her dad she would ask him to paint only her as often as possible since then she could talk to him without any of her siblings annoying them. This is how she became the most painted of all the children with hundreds of portraits made with her as the model. She was 89 years old when she died in 1982 and loved to talk about her childhood and those many, many painting sessions with dad.

This is one of my favourite paintings by Carl Larsson, A Viking Raid in Dalarna. Here we have all the children in a boat during a cool summer’s eve (from left, Pontus, Brita, Lisbeth, Ulf, Kersti, Esbjörn, Suzanne).

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Janesville Daily Gazette, Wisconsin, January 26, 1950

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Washington C.H. Record-Herald, Ohio, January 27, 1950

The Newark Advocate, Ohio, January 28, 1950

The Post-Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, January 26, 1950

killjoyfag

what happened in january of 1950 that several states decided to demand ghost rights

renebriller

there’s this abandoned house on the road from peterhead into aberdeen that always has graffiti on it and it’s normally like “happy 23rd birthday chris” or whatever but one time someone whited everything out on the side and just wrote “wheres the sun?” - incredibly cursed aberdeenshire

yellow-cat

some days i feel like a thicket of antlers

#oh yuckie #i'm well aware of how much of our content is freaky deer

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IS ANYONE HOME ? for @emailclub

#yeah #photography #americana

hellomelancholic

First episodes of audio drama podcasts be like what’s up I’m GAY i live in a TOWN and I just saw a GHOST

will-o-the-witch

What do you mean by That's Not A Deer in the mountains near you????

Anyone who spends decent amount of time in Appalachia knows the Not Deer. If you’ve gone on the Blue Ridge Parkway at night, you’ve probably seen him.Now: keep in mind if you don’t live in an area with a lot of deer, deer are freaky bastards on their own. They’re really big, extremely agile, move surprisingly quietly, and are extremely durable. It’s not unheard of for someone to hit a deer and total their car. Once I heard a story of a man who hit a deer on accident and decided to take it home and least get some good meat out of a bad situation. On the drive home the deer woke up and absolutely shredded the inside of this man’s trunk. They’re very cute but you definitely don’t want to mess with one. Just keep that relationship in the back of your mind. Anyway, the Not Deer is more or less what I’d call a folk cryptid. Everybody has their story about it. They’re all somewhat similar. You’re in a car at night, in a rural, heavily wooded area, and probably a bit lost. It’s not wildly uncommon to see a opossum crossing the road, see blips of little animals with your headlights. You see a deer. So you/your friends go “Oh! Deer!” and slow down in case it leaps in front of you. Then you see it more clearly. There’s just something wrong about it. There’s something about its eyes. You feel your stomach get heavy like a rock, the hair on your neck raise. You sense intelligence that you shouldn’t. It doesn’t move like a deer, it moves like a… oh god, what is that thing? Whatever that thing is, it’s not a deer and we need to leave. You hit the gas and get the hell out of there.A group of my friends got lost on the Parkway once and reemerged with a chilling story. They aren’t the kind of folks to lie or over exaggerate. Among other freaky stuff that happened, the driver claimed she saw a deer in the road. Then she noticed the deer was on two legs.

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I have a story about the Not Deer from two summers ago. I lived deep in the Appalachia mountains at the time, unlike the foothills I’m in now. I was wandering in the woods, probably two thirds of a mile from my house at that point, as one does when they live two miles down a twisting dirt road with the nearest town (and therefore things to do) thirty minutes away, when I heard brush moving. I knew it was probably a harmless animal- a possum, or a deer, maybe a particularly destructive rabbit, and I turned to look.

well. hm. it was a deer in the way that a graveyard is a playground. you can treat it as such, I guess, but it won’t feel the same.

it was about thirty feet away from me, staring. wild deer don’t stare at random people to begin with- they just run away. she was breathing hard and making a low rumbling sound. I didn’t really know what to do, and I hadn’t really thought about the dangers of going near wild animals even if they are “harmless” deer, so I went towards her.

I swear to god, this thing’s eyes blanked out and it took a couple jerking steps forward, moving really strangely? and I flinched, because what the hell, and then she ran off to the side while staring at me until she was about fifty feet away. it was deeply unsettling in a way that I can’t explain and I know that that thing was not quite a deer.

I sprinted all the way home.

rootandrock

I’ve seen something like this myself. I would say “The joints went the wrong way” but it was more that there might have been more or less joints than you’d expect? The bends were not where the bends go. And the shape of the face was wrong in a way I’d describe as: You have a friend who only draws wolves. They’re really, really, really good at wolves. You want them to draw a deer. They try their best, and neither of you are exactly pleased with the results. There was also an issue of scale - like you gave a deer the proportions of a moose.

I’ve heard “Deer” comes from “Deor” which just means “beast” or “quadruped” so… it was definitely a Deor, but 100% not a Deer.

I collect spooky stories from other people and a friend once told me about driving back from a “ghost hunt” out in SE Oklahoma, seeing what they described as “like a deer” that stood in the middle of the road, and refused to move. So when one of them got out to go shoo it away by hand they all realized, about the same time… that it was only almost a deer. They described the collective reaction as wildly disproportionate to what they remember having seen - which was just … not quite a deer?

They said there was about fifteen minutes of foot to the floor speeding before they all, right about the same time, felt a change in mood come over them and they began to sob like “little scared kids”. It was only weeks later that they were like “You know… deer don’t look anything like that.”