Majestic Sea Flap-Flap flapjacks!
This made me hungry the whole time I was painting this. I love mantas and pancakes, so this was a perfect combination! Not gonna lie just wanted an excuse to say majestic sea flap-flap flapjacks.

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Majestic Sea Flap-Flap flapjacks!
This made me hungry the whole time I was painting this. I love mantas and pancakes, so this was a perfect combination! Not gonna lie just wanted an excuse to say majestic sea flap-flap flapjacks.
Charli is fixing up some fluffy flapjacks this morning to start off National Pancake week
OK BUT WHERES HARROW
my babies
R.I.P. Aunt Jemima 1888-2023 You will be remembered in the hearts of generations of Americans. More specifically their heart’s arteries.
Sunset The Magazine of Western Living November 1960
I didn't realise raxheim was you, that's so fun
Anyway, bingo ask game for fit to house a love <3
aaaa yeah! :D that's me!
anyway i wrote fit to house a love because i heard Hozier's Francesca song and (as one does) thought about griddlehark and I was thinking about how like, we (fandom) focus a lot on what if Gideon was physically healed/revived in a very "full restoration" kind of way. And i love that, don't get me wrong!! (i have written fic about that too). Wonderful fantasy.
But I realized I hadn't yet read any kind of exploration of what if Gideon..... can't be brought back? Physically, at least. and I was thinking about how, yknow, people die when they are killed. and some road cannot be unwalked even if you were dragged down them unwillingly. and sometimes you change, or are changed, and there is no going back. sometimes there is no such thing as return, there is only the burnt ground and the ruin and you have to figure out what to do with that but also what the fuck do you do with that. and I was thinking about the complicated experience of desire and wanting to be desired, and I wanted to put Gideon in that situation and give her the fantasy of being loved in all your ashes <3
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A couple has lunch in a modern sandwich restaurant on Broadway, February 1947. The movie theater across the street is showing As the Clouds Roll By.
Edit: thanks to @bandit1a for noting that the name of the film is Till the Clouds Roll By.
Eric Schwab for the French Press Agency
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