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salmon-n-hazel

Dandelions

maggotmuncher0

latest sketches!

tohakumaru

undulating ungulates :)

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Lunch stop, Chester cathedral

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Saturday walkie

#prettiest bird drawing I've ever seen #genuinely #birb

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Saturday walkie

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ready for the ceiling

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undulating ungulates :)

tohakumaru

take the yarn & give it the 20p

[ the creature takes the coin from you. in a blink of an eye the coin disappears behind the fabric of its overcoat. you would like to think it is happy, you would like to know what will happen next. you find yourself holding your breath a little.

the creature looks up at you, perhaps curiously. it holds out its hands again in a similarly beckoning manner, but carrying nothing and evidently expecting nothing back. at least nothing you can see or feel. you mentally search yourself for every possible small currencies, but found none.

you stare back at the creature. you feel a sense of longing, but not sure what for.

what do you do?

i don't know. my emails, i need to get back to my emails god-damn-it

(a faltering conversation outside a nondescript pub. 1am.

strong winds and you are sober. it might rain.

the person in front of you holds a pint of something dark, still full.

"don't overthink it, it's not that significant you know?"

and you wondered.)

((in the half-lit room, your father is no longer smiling. he is singing now.

in a tongue you don't understand. perhaps you're not like him after all.

if you were, you would understand, wouldn't you?))

reach out and hold the creature's hands

do it

why won't you just do it?

Voting ended onSep 28, 2023

against all odds, you suddenly wish you were more like your father. at least then you wouldn't be a coward.]

tohakumaru

this chapter was written as an extended, literal joke, because i hadn't really come to terms with it at the time. my father in the half-lit room, singing.

he was a terribly smart man, and all the same inanely stupid, but perhaps not more or less than any of us. he struggled with rules, he was incredibly kind and impossibly cruel. in his thirties, he obtained a phd on composite materials, and then, in a surprising career move, began studying in earnest to become a witch-doctor (thầy cúng). one of the various activities involved locking himself in his room and learning how to sing the mantras, night after night.

it was eerie and incomprehensible. maybe there was a joy in it that i couldn't grasp, maybe i was just frustrated and too absorbed in all the whirlwind-circumstances that pulled us along to understand. the house was faling apart, i had my mind set on leaving. he smirked, i raged, sometimes we switched roles. in the end, i left. too late to escape unscatched, too soon to see him becoming a fully-fledged thầy cúng, just in time for a piece of me to be stuck in that space between the two bedrooms forever.

the last i heard, the ghosts, or whatever, told him i am bad luck, that my being near harms the family. it was for the best that i never come home. my sister though, her stars are good, she should stay close.

in a way, i'm glad, of all the things my mother and father disagreed on, years down the line, they had something in common. i love them both so much, i love them all so much. i will never see them again, i think.

anyways, here's a bit of writing about love.

#my god #I wasn't here for a while #so lovely to know the writing remains wonderful

tohakumaru

for lying in bed etc.

theta-scenario

I love how Yorick is just like, "Hey, John, I brought your darkest, most fucked-up secret across the Dark World just so I could present it to you like a cat dropping a dead bird on its owner's dinnerplate. Isn't that great?"

aidoxl

The way Arthur's voice rumbles and echoes along the cathedral walls like he's some god. The way John's is so quiet and smooth. The way he sounds human, voice laid with mistakes and agony and sadness and regret. He's speaking to the god he created in the cathedral he built with tears asking for penance. A small voice compared to the scared and holy body of Arthur. His previous body, hidden under yellow cloth, draped across the throne made of bones. Draped in pain and reverence with his head bowed like Mother Mary at the dead body of Christ. Her beloved. Asking for forgiveness and trying to warm him with her love and her small hands where she could not warm him in his last moments. A god bowing his head in sadness and prayer to the figure he holds dearest in his memories. They're the only thing left of someone he knew. Someone he loved. The bones are cold under his touch. He warms them with his hands, his body, his clothes, praying for sunlight to warm them in a distant future. Just one. Please, at least one.

zanylibrarianorchestra-deactiva

this is the funniest scp and yet i've never seen anyone posting about it:

ghoulgeists

Hello Fellow OC Lovers ✨ I am officially offering custom character commissions! I'm trying to recover financially from a bunch of car expenses that happened to me all at once so these will remain open until my bank account is happier with me :')

You can grab a slot here on my ko-fi! Support your local ghoul Today...

Extra examples (mostly from artfight) are below the cut!

ayeforscotland

Pretty incredible news to hear during tough times

Source.

shamebats

The makers are also providing affordable access to the drug in the US and beyond, signing royalty-free licensing agreements with six generic manufacturers to produce and supply it.

Incredible indeed

eeby-deeby-dark-and-creepy

The drug is Lenacapavir which is a long-acting injectable form of PrEP. After loading doses which include pills, the standard maintenance dosing is two injections a year. The drug is also used to treat HIV and was approved by the FDA in 2022 for that purpose and June of this year (2025) for use as PrEP.

And it works. Really well.