#rip rusty

[myartisticanxiety]

"This is very fucking real!"

Last batch of Bgs I painted for EP 10

What a ride! what a show!! I can't believe it's over. How long will we have to wait for season 2?? Can I say I freaking loved that they used Enya's Caribbean Blue??? my god it fits SO damn well, makes me shiver! I'm forever grateful for being part of this amazing show ❤️❤️🥲

[redscorpiocat]

Rusty's Tribute

[hookedatweiss]

My crochet cardinals are ready to send with this year's holiday cards. Hubs really liked how they looked all stacked on the box. 🧶🥰

[chronicles-of-a-struggling-dm]

I yeet that shit through his throat.

Varis, our Drow Elf Warlock when getting his revenge with his rapier on the man who murdered his dog

[feverfuckery]

Thought for today

The final breath is the one that hits me the hardest. While its happening, a hardening and subsequent relaxing of the body happens. From then on, you look at the body like is a meaningless shell. Still the warmth remains. Still the delicacy of it under the fingers persists. Still and never again at the same time coexist. 

[vegaspliffs]

2 things:

1-funny how this malcolm jamal warner typecast introduced “ol’ dirty” and “osiris” like they two different ppl///(((but slick u can feel the osiris vibe n this performance, kinda akin to the lilb/basedgod dynamic)).imo

B-imma show my age a lil but aint no way in HELL a young thug gonna b able to control a crowd n provide this kind of energy---sonic or soulful---unless he performing to a crowd of dopeheads.imo

[duncandawkins]

i can't believe it's been 2 years to the day when we had to say goodbye to our little rusty.

god i fucking loved that cat. rip my little baby <3

[magpiemavenandsons]

RIP Rusty

Was lugging my hamper to the laundromat one night this week. As I walked under the highway overpass, I saw lots of pieces of paper fluttering about -- the wind from the two opposing traffic streams was stirring them up, but keeping them trapped in the little passageway. I picked a few up. (I find a lot of odd things caught in this corridor -- scraps of manuscripts, artwork painted on cardboard, a box of like-new leopard print thongs. It seems to be a place for interesting detritus to wash up from the BQE). They were all photocopies, which had clearly been collected in some kind of binder. Some were copies of handwritten notes, others printed out on those old dot-matrix printers with the alternating stripey bits. All of them dated back to the early 1990s, and were eulogies or testimonials about a fellow named Rusty, who had recently passed. The language of the letters suggested Rusty was a gay man who had died of AIDS. It seems like Rusty was some sort of social maven -- he had introduced many friends and lovers to each other. RIP Rusty, and I hope your friends are doing okay.