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[pigeon-princess]

Happy season 2 finale day Lumon employees!

[playheadnorth]

The Astarion song I’m working on is reasonably close to being done. Music is recorded, and I’m in the process of recording vocals. I thought I’d share the lyrics though because they’re a lot and directly address my issues with how a good chunk of the Baldur’s Gate 3 fandom treats Astarion.

All the pretty boys say that I can’t get you out of my head All the pretty girls say, “Won’t you please come on back to my bed?” And so I take them, feel their skin where we lay But my mind is a mind is a million miles away All the pretty boys say that I’ve never known anyone like you All the pretty girls say, “No one else gets me quite like you do.” And so I take them, I lead them by the hand To the edge of the city, to a horribly splendid mansion And as the doors shut behind us, trapping us inside Before they are screaming because they’ve realized My mind is a million miles away Then the sun comes up and I go to bed In a dreamless trance thinking of what my life should be instead Really I did what I had to to survive But I’m not sure if that’s true, I can’t tell if I am lying to myself Sometimes it feels like all of this is really happening to somebody else (To somebody else) But now I’m here in the light of day And it’s incredible, I’ll never go back to being a slave And all my fears are a million miles away But I don’t know who you really are How will you react when you learn I’m a creature of the dark? I won’t stand still, be made the villain of the party I look into your eyes and I say that I can’t get you out of my head I cock a little smile and I say, “Won’t you please come on back to my bed?” And so I take you under a canopy of leaves I’ve done this all before, and darling, you’re so dang easy And I’ve gotten what I wanted, for you to take my side It’s all the same as any of the other thousand times My mind is a million miles away But then the sun comes up and you stir from sleep Ask about my scars and the things that he did to me Time goes on and this becomes a pattern You showing me concern as if you think I really matter Let me drink your blood, and for once I’m not starving Describe what I look like when I say I have no memory I can’t tell any more if you truly are that kind Or if you’re only using me Am I once again just lying to myself? Are you really different, or are you just the same as everybody else? Who want to touch me and love me and hear me call them “darling” To pet me, caress me because I am so charming It’s clearly a mask, I’m so clearly in distress But who cares about my wounds when I’m here to be consumed? It’s been so long since I had someone Want to know what goes on in my head Is it so wrong I feel myself longing You'll say I care about me as a friend? And it is terrifying, it’s thrilling, and it’s strange That you might see me for the monster that I am and want me anyway I won’t hold my breath, I might be misreading the signs But though I try to resist, I’m hopelessly resigned My mind is with you tonight My mind is with you tonight

If I do my job correctly, this song will be low key devastating. It was sure low key devastating recording the music for it.

[jojoma]

Awesome piece of animation art 🤯 Reels by alindraws

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish. 

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.

[yellow-hatco]

Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it

[drovenna]

Daily reminder

Just because you are a beginner/not professional at something, it doesn't mean you are bad.

You are on a path, and you are going at your own pace, that is fucking awesome. You are awesome 💖

[coolantbottle]

@theartofblossoming

Mac man.  >B)

[theartofblossoming]

Oh, I love your art style! Thankyou 💚🫐

[drovenna-rambles]

[Patreon / Ko-Fi / Etc]

I have a serious relationship with red, and generally this palette.

what a glow up this was in january...

[ikisti]

I’m in love with this.

[captaindibbzy]

As far as ethical materials go you can't really get better than wool.

The sheep need the hair cut.

Nothing dies for it.

Sheep live pretty much wild for most the year.

Placed correctly they maintain a landscape and help the wildlife that live there to thrive.

Doesn't use Vast Quantities of land for little product.

Not draining inland fresh water oceans.

Been spending thousands of years perfecting the genetics for this purpose.

Comes in many different kinds of uses.

And the animal it comes off is fully edible.

My main issue with it is it has fallen so out of fashion that it pays the farmers who make it more to transport it than they get per fleece, and people have really fucking weird hang ups about the ethics of giving a sheep a hair cut.

[unexpectedyarns]

Sheep can get infested with wool maggots if they are not shorn.

Also an unshorn sheep can drown if it falls into water, just by the sheer weight of the water its wool can absorb, dragging it down.

A Tunis sheep can live in a large doghouse, and staked in a different place every day, will mow your lawn (buy they get lonely. Buy two).

Light shearing nicks heal fast because the sheep’s waxy lanolin coats their skin. Though most sheep farmers won’t Nick the sheep bc it gets blood on the wool.

Sheep farmers MUST treat their sheep with care, because any little thing that upsets sheep affects the quality of their wool.

Even “natural” fibers like bamboo take TONS of water to process and alkaline dyes to color them. You can dye wool with unsweetened koolaid.

[thelatestkate]

[galoogamelady]

The Stars Don’t Know - Page 32 [END OF CHAPTER]

And that's a wrap!... For TSDK at least. This last page was yet again a collab with @cameronaugust. It was so nice to work with him again! And I loved drawing his design of Moira, too! Disclaimer for what's to come: we're working hard on the next chapter, which will pick up the thread somewhere else in this story. You might have to wait a little for an update but the script is more or less finished and I'm now working on thumbnails. I promise there will be a lot less crying in it, and a lot more wholesomeness! If you want to see behind-the-scenes stuff like thumbs, WIPS and character designs, please consider subscribing to our Patreon! $5+ supporters all get that! Thanks again so much for reading, subbing, sharing and supporting our passion! I know this is a slow moving project but I am so pumped to keep going!

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[picsthatmakeyougohmm]

[ei-bi]

posted this at 2am before realizing no1 would see it so. hi. it’s back <:)) 

[drovenna]

MAGNOLIA

No caption really, this was totally a comfort zone drawing.

[thenatsdorf]

Mouch!

[ikisti]

I let an anti-vacs q anon asshole get my goat today.

I asked her to leave nicely to leave. Then I told her to leave, and she just refused.

After 20 min of this I got angry and started yelling at her. She would say some bullshit and then told Jesus loves me and that she would pay for me for me. I said fine do it outside. She didn’t leave until the cops came.

I was so frustrated that I started crying after.

It was like the flood gates of this past 2 years, of dealing with my asshole brother, and will just everything.

It’s 4hr later and I’m still thinking about it. The bitch came in looking to start a fight.

I’m mad I gave it too her.

[tanolife]

Nick 'n Dogmeat

[ikisti]

Three Black Halflings | A Dungeons & Dragons Podcast

Roll for Melanin... It’s a Nat 20!Three Black Halflings is a podcast by Jasper William Cartwright, Luyanda Unati Lewis-Nyawo (but everybody

Some nights you need to drink good beer that you bought and listen to 3BH