Rikke T

I am a young woman from the 90's. Skandinavian. Kind of a paradox. I am not religios and yet believes in more between heaven and earth than what the eyes can see. I trust science, yet believe in love, trust and faith which can not be found anywhere exept in actions and hearts. I couldn't live without music, movies and litterature and those who can create this kind of imagination and put it into words and notes have my deepest respect.

[archxangels]

a study

美と愛を学ぶことは特権です

[monstermonger]

Spring has begun; life is rekindled...

Itty Bitty Spring Dragon stickers ♡

🍂Autumn | ❄️Winter | 🌱Spring | 🌻 Summer

[mckitterick]

[rip-quizilla]

[eugene-my-love]

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN

1952

dir. Gene Kelly & Stanley Donen

[itmightrain]

I love how as a Evemer and Kadou are such different people but they're so motivated by the desire to be Good, like the almost obsessive desire to be Good, but they go about it in different ways. Kadou tries to be Good through self recrimination and anxiously weighing himself and actions against Goodness and devaluing himself. Evemer as a does it through trying to obey the rules to the upmost extent possible because of course the rules are Correct and by doing the rules he can be Good, by following orders he can be Good. And it's cute to see them learn from each other ways to be good that are a little more conducive to happiness and their own well-being

[reddpenn]

A little story about ghosts, and roommates, and getting to know each other.

Reblog if you are

[s4rcoline]

I can’t believe I watched that whole thing. Smh. That’s how I know I am.

[shaxaphone]

where are the notes

[faesylveon-deactivated20191106]

we fucking broke it, guys

[godbriel-deactivated20190715]

another for the tumblr history books

[you-just-got-wormed]

what

[charlieism]

wait wait what

[silverderp098]

THE NOTES HAS BEEN BROKEN ONCE MORE

[ophelie-trichereau]

“Madeleine Silarjuangat” This is the last large solar system I made. I created it for a custom order so I personalised it with my client who offered it to his wife for her birthday last year ♥️ This embroidery is called “Madeleine Silarjuangat”, which means “Madeleine’s world” in Inuit. My client lives in Canada, he wanted to name his embroidery after his wife, the Inuit language has a rich history of stars and legends about life above. Thank you again Kirt! I hope to have more opportunities like this to create more unique and custom orders, it is always very interesting and challenging for me to have to work directly for a client. “Madeleine Silarjuangat” Hand embroidery. Unique piece. Custom order. 32 cm diameter. DMC embroidery thread, cannetille, Swarovski crystal beads, 24kt gold-plated beads, stone beads and glass beads on linen. Wooden frame. https://www.etsy.com/fr/shop/OphelieTrichereau I take custom orders. #embroidery #broderie #planets #solarsystem #universe #scienceart #spaceart #embroiderer #theearth #thesun #sun #mars #jupiter #saturn #cosmosartwork #handembroidery #ophelietrichereau #solarsystemembroidery #sunartwork #soleilart #planetembroidery #universeartwork #astronomyart #dmcembroidery #astroembroidery #astronomylovers #spaceembroidery #cosmicart #outerspaceart #galaxyembroidery

[yuumei-art]

The belated continuation of the fanciful brooms collection. Instead of more flora brooms, I chose to explore fauna brooms~

I actually drew this months back but completely forgot about it ahaha

I still have dozens of broom ideas thanks to everyone's suggestions and I'll be working on those as inspiration strikes!

[humoristics]

People actually boarded flight 666 on Friday the 13th to HEL

[uncle-mojave]

Hel yeah

[artist-issues]

Did you guys know that John Musker and Ron Clements think an animated movie should be like a treehouse—“playful and imaginative, but showing you something that’s always been there, like your backyard has always been there, from a fresh perspective?”

Because people want to go up in a treehouse. They like it, it’s fun. Even adults see a treehouse and something in them goes “I want to check it out up there.” And then they’re not seeing a reality that wasn’t there before. They’re seeing reality which was always there, fresh, thanks to the treehouse.

John Musker and Ron Clements did these movies.

What have we learned?

Stories are not about escaping reality. They’re are about escaping the lies we’ve started believing by seeing reality from a fresh perspective.

Use this to beat the snot out of any argument that goes “it’s just a good story, not everything has to have a message” like those two things are somehow opposed to each other, when actually, “good story” and “message” can’t exist without one another.

The message just has to be about something true. Not “a truth.” The truth. Not a fanciful idea that can help you escape reality—a new way of phrasing reality so that you can accept reality a little easier, and even be hopeful about it.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I had this one coworker at the sex shop with the worst taste in men. We’ll call her J. Truly, she was a very sweet girl who would date absolute trashbag men. They’d crash her car, steal her shit, and generally treat her very poorly.

That didn’t mean the rest of the store didn’t play “Who Has the Shittiest Partner” because if there was any stereotype about the kind of girl who worked in a sex shop it was girls with absolutely atrocious taste. Not just the straight girls, either. The lesbian and bi girls had just as shitty stories. I was an outlier who always sat out these conversations because my partner at the time was so precious.

So we were all surprised and delighted when J’s newest guy came in to pick her up. He was nicely dressed, very charismatic, a widower. He was a bit older than her but we were all ready to overlook the age gap because he was so charming and J was so happy.

I only met him once or twice when he came to pick her up for a date but things were going well. She told us he was sad sometimes about his wife who’d gone missing several years ago but that he treated her like a princess.

That was great! We were happy.

Then the cops showed up one day. They asked if J was working and I got the manager. We never gave out schedules, not even to cops. But they did catch up to her eventually.

She came in distraught the day after. It turns out that her dreamy widower was wanted for questioning. Because apparently due to some new forensics process they were able to apply it turned out he very probably killed his wife.

I’m not sure if he still had the rug or whether they searched his house but apparently a rug from his possession was now testing positive for having had A Lot of Blood in it.

He ghosted J so she didn’t know where to find him but turned up not long after in police custody. We commiserated as best we could but anytime someone complained about their partner to J she’d just give them a look and instantly won the shittiest ex debate.

[viralfrog]

[mckitterick]

[rip-quizilla]

[erysium]

my endpaper illustrations for the Illumicrate editions of Song of the Lioness ✨

one of my favourite childhood series, it was such a dream to work on these!!

[writing-prompt-s]

You are the adventurer who went on an epic quest and defeated the evil king, all to gain the sacred amulet and use its one wish to revive your sister. Now everyone expects you to accept her death and use the wish to undo the damage instead. You refuse.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Blood has stopped streaming from the wound bisecting your brow, but it still stings your eyes something fierce. You take your gauntlets off, grimacing as the grime and soot from battle tries to keep the metal welded to your skin. There’d been an explosion during the final fight with the king – no, the tyrant. Explosions, maybe. Your magic’s been erratic lately, the sudden growth of your mana pool far outpacing your control. You wipe your eyes with the back of your cleaner hand.

There’s pressure in your chest you’ve never felt before. You want to laugh. No, you want to scream. Your body is too tired to jump around like you did when you were a little girl, but you find yourself bouncing in place regardless. The thrill of battle and of escaping the castle as it collapsed is thrumming through your veins. You did it. You did it.

You are so happy, so devastatingly happy, that you can feel yourself shutting down. You need—you need rest. Food. Sleep.

Then you can save her. Then you can bring her back.

“Roksala,” Prince Eloyn says. You squint past the last rays of day to see him frowning at you. The ruins of the tyrant’s castle don’t appear to interest him. His eyes narrow. “Are you ignoring me?”

Keep reading

[foldingfittedsheets]

It is So Boring in the mattress store for kids. It’s basically hell for children because there’s fuckall to do for them.

A couple I was helping earlier had two little ones, three and six, who were behaving in a rather saintly fashion for the average bored kid I see. I tried to engage them with remotes and things while their parents talked.

Eventually they were restless enough that I pulled out notepads and asked if they wanted to draw. The three year old quickly lost interest and I went over to ask her favorite animal. She told me “elephant” so to delight and amaze her I started drawing an elephant. Usually kids are into it.

When I was done she pronounced, “It looks like a giraffe.”

I staggered back melodramatically but actually laughing hysterically and said, “There goes my art degree!”

The parents laughed and said kids were harsh critics. When they checked out they saw my elephant doodle on the desk and both did a double take like, “Woah, that’s a really good elephant!”

“Yeah, I actually did go to art school, but it’s okay. My niece wasn’t very impressed with my drawings at that age either.”

[foldingfittedsheets]

Behold, a giraffe.