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Someone give that boy calming tea
A drawing of Baelor and Harriel I had started on some time ago but never finished...😅
Is not that good obviously, but yeah, thought u might like it for the time being seeing as I don't know when I'll update next .
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I have been smothered with love, until that love ultimately scarred me, because what is love but a weapon of mass destruction, my love has tortured me, it has made me feel things that are not of this realm, my love has made me beg, my love for my mother has made me beg death to take her in the silence of the night, I have begged for death to take my mother, for life in agony is not life at all, it is a mimicry of life, a façade of what once was and what could of been, I have begged death in my mind, into the wind I have heaved it into my actions, because love has become an enemy, love the emotion that is meant to feel warm, safe has been tainted with the wilting of life like a flower cut to soon, love has felt like glass in my hand, guilt creeping in without a sound, love has made me begger of death, love has made me feel twisted, for what daughter wishes death on their mother, for what daughter wishes with every atom of their body that death take s their mother, for in death there is peace, peace from pain for life, peace from agony, death is a swift river coursing through space and time, death is peace, and love is a beautifully agonising emotion.
— Love by C.K Smith
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I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
I made a quilt for one of my college professors once. He and his wife had some trouble with the pregnancy and she was on bed rest for a while. He’d mentioned it to us because he might have to leave in the middle of class if something drastic happened. Nothing did happen in the end, but I knew this was a big deal for them so I made a quilt. The first real one I’d ever made.
It was an bilingual alphabet quilt. Both the dad and mom spoke Japanese and that was a big part of their lives so I made a quilt with the English alphabet and a hand embroidered picture of something that matched the letter with both the English and Japanese word for it. I appliquéd the letters and designed all the embroideries myself. It was a lot of work but when I found my professor to give it to him he almost cried when I showed him. They sent me a picture of the baby on the quilt that I still have even though the baby is I think 12 now. For a while they had it hung on the kid’s bedroom wall and they said he would bow to it in the morning to show his gratitude and respect for the work put into it.
If you think someone is worth making something for you should do it! It’s an act of love and care in a world that is so often bereft of it.
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Art thief Jeff Dieschburg plagiarised the work of Jingna Zhang and presented it as his own version of Turandot. Even winning prize money for it.
When confronted, he claimed he was “inspired” by her work even though it’s obviously just her work but flipped and recoloured.
In other news, Jingna is not the only artist he has chosen to steal from.
you know, there doesn’t have to be a winning trial case or anything -- most humans understand what this is and if Jeff Dieschburg (or Jeff Dies Chzburger if you need a way to remember) just becomes well known in the world for doing this he won’t be able to do this anymore.
That’s why i think it’s great that, like, BoingBoing and various news outlets are picking up this story.
People being the way we are, he likely won’t even be able to sell original works of his own design if he becomes famous for this, because people will see his name and just be like “oh this is just a copy of real art made by some fuckhead” and not value it. He really should have been humble and honest, now he’s going to learn a lesson from the universe, and we’re all going to be the chalk & blackboard.
anyway, i’m gonna tell everyone about Jeff DiesChBurg
This is one of the many reasons I give credits on most of my art. Where I got the refs. I also use license free images as references for my artwork I plan on selling. Just because of stuff like this.
I love you crafts i love you bookbinding i love you pottery i love you carpentry i love you baking i love you leatherworking i love you embroidery i love you knitting i love you smithing i love you weaving I love you dyeing i love you glassblowing i love you gardening i love you art that doesn't get enough recognition as art
This is peak public librarian.
Yeah every librarian I know would, upon learning thier library is haunted, attempt to sign the spectre up for a library card.
my mom used our old spice rack like it was a roulette wheel. she'd spin the rack, grab a jar, give a sniff, and if it appeased her, she'd start sprinkling until i can only assume god or ancestors made her stop. she would repeat the process until she got bored.
i know this was her method bc whenever we'd compliment dinner, she'd go, "yeah, i wish i knew what i put in it this time!"
#incredible!!! genius!!! utter chaos!!!#i wonder if this ever turned out completely vile of if OP’s mum is magical (or just. good at cooking lmao) (via @miriagreyhaven)
nothing was ever vile! a couple meals would end up kind of bland, but then she'd come back with a vengeance the next night; or they'd end up with too much of a specific seasoning and we'd have no idea which was the offender. there was one time we had grilled chicken that was pretty good, but the aftertaste was so shockingly spicy that she was the only one who was able to finish it.
to add to the chaos, the spices came with the rack and she only recognized about half of them. she also follows recipes as if the steps were filtered through a game of telephone, so i'm choosing to believe the mum is magical. or just very very protected.