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before you follow me you will be presented with a series of screenshots from chess bootlegs and you must accurately guess which production each one came from like a captcha test

#17yearcicada -> walterdecourceys -> transwalterdecourcey #orpheus jay + they/it + adult. i like theater. this post is not serious #icon art by peppi-mint ^-^

iamnotlanuk

she deconstruct my joke format til it is indistinguishable from that which it is derived

iamnotlanuk

she suck on my dick til I cum

cokecoughsyrup

missing The Character is a strange thing because yea there's always the option to go back to their source material or looking at art or reading fics but it's also like i can't just call them up like i would a friend to see how they're doing and that's the frustrating part of it

triangleguy

pros of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: character brings you joy and excitement

cons of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: they have become a permanent part of your internal monologue and you cant get them to go away

#url really adds to this post

goodnight. we're waking up to see the sunrise tomorrow which i'm sure i'll enjoy once we're there

#and then we go home in the afternoon.. this has been a weird trip 😭#.txt

moodboard

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random-brushstrokes

Robert Borlase Smart - Moonlight on the Grand Canal, Venice (ca. 1924)

In April 1924, Smart and his wife accompanied George and Minnie Turland Goosey on a visit to Venice. Minnie recorded, “We arrived in Venice at midnight with a full moon turning the place into an artist’s dream of heaven. It was as if it had all been rehearsed and timed perfectly. Around each turn in the smaller canals, we passed other gondolas whose occupants were singing softly, some to the accompaniment of mandolins, and there were those who were silent like ourselves just drinking in the beauty of it all. Moonlight in Venice is wonderful. George told me afterwards B.S., our Artist friend, unconsciously held his hand in a firm grip murmuring, ‘I can’t believe its true, it must be a dream’. This painting, which was hung at the Paris Salon in 1927, aims to capture that moment and is a very daring composition. (source)

#art