#double meaning

[funnylust]

[inkedchaosstuff]

[nursearia]

Your hearts racing 🤭

[cyunz71]

by the way if anyone is confused will probably commented "fella" because thats what ella langley's male fans are called lol. "ella's fellas", me personally im choosing to believe it means either will got mack into her music or vise versa

[thejewellerybox]

Hako necklace by Mariko Sumioka

The Japanese word 'hako' means box, chest or container.

'This word encompasses not only physical containers but also conveys broader meanings associated with confinement, structure, and organization. In various contexts, hako can symbolize boundaries and the containment of items, emotions, or ideas, reflecting a culture that values both form and function in its artistry and philosophy.' X

[vampzip]

need to be split open on you

[dreamingdoves-blog]

Still.

Still as a rock.

The rock never moved.

It never spoke.

It simply existed.

Day after day it sat in the same place, watching the world rush past. People came and went. They laughed, cried, loved, lost, grew older, and moved on.

The rock remained.

Stuck in a place everyone else had left behind.

Sometimes someone would notice it.

They would try to lift it.

They would pull and strain, determined not to leave it where it was.

But the rock was heavy.

The rock would not move.

Eventually their grip would loosen.

Eventually they would let go.

Again and again hands reached for the rock. Again and again those hands disappeared.

Why keep trying to carry something that refused to move?

So the rock was left where it had always been.

And after enough time, people forgot it was there.

The rock never forgot them.

It remembered every hand that touched it. Every attempt. Every goodbye.

Years passed.

The world continued.

Some people stepped over the rock. Others stepped on it. Most never noticed it at all.

Then the sea came.

The rock fought against the current, but the sea was patient.

It did not need to win all at once.

Wave after wave. Year after year.

The sea stripped pieces away.

Not enough to destroy the rock in a day.

Just enough to change it.

Until one day the rock was no longer a rock.

Only pebbles remained.

One pebble was carried to shore.

Someone picked it up.

For the first time, it wasn’t too heavy.

For the first time, it could be held.

The pebble clung to that moment.

Perhaps this was freedom.

Perhaps this was what it had waited for.

Perhaps now things would be different.

But the hand opened.

The pebble was thrown back.

Back into the sea.

Back into the depths.

Back into the place it had spent years trying to escape.

So it sank.

And it waited.

And after enough years beneath the water, the pebble began to understand something terrible.

The sea had never been trying to save it.

It had only been wearing it down.

Until eventually the pebble stopped fighting the current.

Stopped waiting for another hand.

Stopped believing the shore would keep it.

And there, in the silence beneath the waves, the pebble finally accepted where it belonged.

But this was never about a rock.

Or a pebble.

[animaliacomics]

Day 25: Ship

A word-play/double-meaning for this prompt, as it features an actual ship (as in a boat), as well as shipping! Decided to make some quick gunshow fanart before the storm (wotfi) kicks off (also first time drawing gunshow too!). And I guess Mario is here too, being supportive of the evil guys dating.