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@jupiter-lv
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
Shakespeare is like this
The 3 important B’s
Painting redraw
If I could, I'd be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of me ☹️
“Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying.”
Terry Pratchett
GNU Terry Pratchett
The pills meme but it's things i wish i had
dream as hannibal lecter and hob as will graham
random retired dream heacanons that are dear to my heart (+ dreamling of course <3)
dream finds that even without his function he still loves to be creative, but now he creates out of pure enjoyment and interest in whatever artistic form he's using at each moment instead of having a sense of duty or responsibility
this leads him to slowly and a little painfully realise that not everything he makes or does has to be perfect, because a sketch that looks a little off or a sculpture that is a bit wonky is completely harmless
he loves heavy rain because in the waking world, his world now, he can actually appreciate the soothing sound and the earthy smell that comes with it because it's no longer reflective of his low mood
he also loves a good thunderstorm
hob's home above the new inn becomes their home above the new inn
dream struggled for a while with feeling like he was intruding on hob's life and taking up his space but once hob had taken it upon himself to convert the small spare bedroom into a little studio for dream it became very apparent that hob wouldn't want him anywhere but with him
he misses lucienne, matthew, mervyn, and the other residents of the dreaming desperately
matthew visits regularly and they talk for hours about their friends and lives
death and destruction are also fairly regular visitors, death of course has her job and destruction his travels but they like to check in on how dream is getting on, especially because they know how cut off he felt from what had been his home and an extension of himself when he first became mortal
delirium appears sporadically, often frightening the hell out of hob when she randomly pops up in a cascade of butterflies and an explosion of colour - she's also accidentally made dream jump several times now when she appears because he can't sense her anymore
one of the worst things for him to get used to was how quiet it was in his head, it's obviously not the only time he's been cut off from the collective unconscious but the permanence of this time made it feel even more apparent
hob learned that just playing some soft background music was an effective way to settle dream when the quietness of his mind agitated him
hob has finally, finally, perfected how dream likes his tea (he's a diva let's be real)
food is a big obstacle for him, he has always been able to eat when he chooses to, though he doesn't require it, but now that food is a necessity he finds that eating as much in a day as he needs to takes a lot of adjusting because although his body tells him he's hungry his mind is still stuck on feeling it's unnecessary to eat so frequently
his favourite days are on weekends when he and hob can sit in bed with mugs of tea and have nowhere they need to be
he enjoys sitting with hob and listening to him talk about his day, no matter how mundane it's been because it's hob's day and so dream wants to know all about it
they have a rescue cat that is very attached to dream, she loves to be anywhere he is and often sits tucked into his jumpers and jackets which reminds him of jessamy
hob swears he's heard them have lengthy conversations on more than one occasion (he did)
he's just as beautiful and enchanting as a mortal he was as dream of the endless, he turns a lot of heads and although he may be a bit possessive hob is never over the top with it nor jealous of any attention dream gets - dream has made it perfectly clear in many ways that he only has eyes for hob
he's still learning that not all social interactions outside of his inner circle have to be carefully considered to avoid causing a diplomatic incident - of course he's existed for billions of years so he knows how to socialise he's just had very little experience with casual interactions
half of his wardrobe is made up of beautiful designer clothes and the other half is whatever of hob's he's taken a liking to
he is still very much a boujee bitch
As far as I’m concerned, the single most radical change from journal fandom is the idea that fandom is primarily a space for kids.
*shakes cane* in MY day, teen fans pretended to be adults while we walked uphill both ways!
#tumblr: i GUESS we’ll tolerate these gross old women LIKE OVER 25 UGH as long as they understand that fandom isn’t /for/ them
#lj: HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW ADULTS
#on LJ it was very clear that when you were underage#YOU were the one sneaking into the adult club#now everyone’s acting like the adults are invading prom night
….they really had sex on that mountain with absolutely no lube
Me as a local trapper in 1903 seeing Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir return from a three day backpacking trip through Yosemite and then hearing Roosevelt granted it national park status immediately after
The little ones always are
Johanna, sweetie, you don't even know those people, what the hell are you talking about
Alex would have kept Dream prisoner for eternity. His father died and Dream was still prisoner
You can see how this is a "only-show" scene because wow, wtf is this?
And by the way....in the comics Alex was as bad as his father, but of course the show changed that
i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
crane husband.....
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
It worked!
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
World Heritage Post
I regret being the bearer of bad news, but I thought it should be shared that Walnut passed away in January of this year (2024). There's a lot of mixed info about the lifespan of cranes (due to people misunderstanding what a median is...) but the average for most species I know of is 20-30 years (in the wild if nothing eats them/they don't die young), and 30-45 in captivity, with the oldest known white-naped crane having loved to be 46. Given that she was 42, this old gal did good, and I'm certain she will be missed by folks here.
Fly on forever Walnut Crane-Crowe
