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Torchbearer wanted |-/
and without marks
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.Â
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.Â
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.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
"happy pride month to all,
but mostly to my brothers and sisters i've met all around this world who should know, i take pride in your courage.
it ain't easy."
i am well aware of the absolutely fucked up things eating disorders do to people’s brains, and i am sympathetic, but I still think acknowledging publicly that these celebrities are promoting looking emaciated on death’s door is important. Can you imagine being 13 and seeing this shit? Every celebrity event looks like a thinspo board, it’s awful.
People talk about women's bodies far too much; this is true. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be addressing the elephant in the room of insane weight loss and eds. it isnt fucking normal or healthy
Gwenpool Strikes Back TPB Japanese Edition
Cover art by Gurihiru
Writing by Leah Williams
Interiors by David Baldeon
the productivity creatures
Gwenpool found and adopted Jeff The Landshark and loved him so much that she gave him away to Deadpool, because Westcoast Avengers was canceled and she didn’t think she’d ever have a consistent book.
The only way for Jeff to live was for her to leave him with someone with a wider readership who wouldn’t get canceled, even if doing it broke her heart.
Because of what she did Jeff got super popular and has had an ongoing comic since 2021 and 7 publications total!
And Gwen lives in Jeff’s comics. She is a slice of life sitcom pet owner protagonist, in gag a day style comics like John Arbuckle.
She saved Jeff and Jeff saved her.
RATATOUILLE (2007) EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) ZOOTOPIA 2 (2025)
Everything Everywhere All at Once — 2022, dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert
Victorious
⬅️ has never kissed anyone ever
➡️ expecting tongue
Girls when translation is always an act of violence, but it can also be an act of love
Mama a girl behind u đź’ś
I think Ramy is finding it hard to concentrate guys đź¤
sometimes i feel like rf kuang has cracked open my brain and written every thought ive ever had onto paper
happy belated valentine’s…i miss them