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Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
i don't do bad sauce passes
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Stranger Things
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Three Goblin Art
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
trying on a metaphor
almost home

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Money need to stop spending me
Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.
“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”
“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”
“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”
“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”
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Nøkken by Theodor Kittelsen
in it’s true form and disguised as a white horse
forever thinking of the time i just wanted to know how long i could go without sleeping and google autofilled it to “in minecraft” without me realizing. you can imagine my shock and horror until i read the website title
i’m spending today thinking about how saber toothed cats ALSO probably had a potato form. how they also had a stage where they were fat little babies with very triangle tails and tiny squeaky voices. how they also probably play wrestled and failed badly at calculating jumps.
i’m going to fistfight god for killing them off before i could personally see fat potato saber kittens
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“You tell me that it’s a cruel world and we’re all just running in circles. I know that. I’ve been on this earth just as many days as you. When I choose to see the good side of things, I’m not being naïve. It is strategic and necessary. It’s how I’ve learned to survive through everything. I know you see yourself as a fighter. Well, I see myself as one too. This is how I fight.”
EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert
Knights of the Round Table
it’s the day again ♥️
Batman Beyond S01E13 “Ascension”
people forget but you used to be able to get a little beastie crawling on your screen like this:
whaten hell happened
A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.
Fanartists:
Thingiverse users:
Royalty free sounds
Flash games
Productivity has always been there
Because shockingly when people enjoy what they do (you make it enjoyable instead of just hammering on them) people WANT to do things!
Fanfiction authors!!
Where is the button to shout this from the rooftop?
The reblog button. Not the like one.
Material conditions…
Disassociation from ones labor…
Remember the evil fuck that broke a transwoman's neck and stuffed her head in a toilet well he's apparently no longer in jail and is off for "good behaviour" but I need y'all, especially Americans, to do everything you can to make sure he will never have a peaceful life
His name is Joseph Scott Pemberton and he does not deserve to be alive, let alone free.
This piece of shit murderer needs to fucking pay.
there's something stupid going inside my head