the world is a scary place when you are a small and edible thing
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if i look back, i am lost

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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the world is a scary place when you are a small and edible thing
The comic book version is so awesome 💜
there's literally nothing more radical in 2026 than believing that humanity can become good news for each other and the only world we'll ever share.
op's tags: #No revolutionary has a message as counterculture or system-threatening as “Humans are good actually.”#because if people are good#then we must value their lives#and offer them equal opportunities to live healthfully#and offer them meaningful educational opportunities#and provide them with housing and other basic necessities#if humans are good and the human endeavor is worth it#then we must build systems that acknowledge and enact the immense value of each human life
the future in our hands
barricade day 2026
BLACK SAILS ⇢ SEASON 3
Thomas Hamilton fought to introduce the pardons to make a point. To seek to change England. And he was killed for it. His wife and I went to Charles Town to argue for the pardons, to make peace with England, and she was killed for it. England has shown herself to me. Gnarled and gray- and spiteful of anyone who would find happiness under her rule. I’m through seeking anything from England except her departure from my island. It was England’s island first. I don’t imagine she’s going to let it go easily. I don’t imagine she would.
Beauregard
monkey see, monkey do
So the thing is, I do ship maia and csevet, but like, in a really stupid abstracted way... nothing ever happens, literally nothing, they're just Like That for fifty years and then at maia's elaborate imperial funeral one of his adult children dabs genteelly under their mourning veil, sniffs, and says 'hey so, what the fuck was the deal with csevet'
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Can't leave those hidden because yes perfection
Boris "professional idiot" Johnson wanted to build an island airport in the immediate area.
it's fucking visible
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It is fun to learn.
Hey what the fuck
You weren't kidding they've been trying to get the masts off for 5 years and keep getting foiled because there's probably bombs leaking out of her
Fun fact: Doxing myself but I live in the blast zone if that thing ever goes up! It's even immortalised in a local artwork:
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traditional chinese firework 打铁花datiehua in spring festival/chunjie
well NOW the name makes sense
The description for this is a bit misleading because while this is a traditional form of fireworks it is not the inspiration for fireworks. Fireworks predate this technique by hundreds of years.
This is a form of Da Shuhua 打树花 practiced during the Lunar New Year at Nuanquan Town. Fireworks were expensive so they were usually only used by rich people. Blacksmiths at the time had been inspired by how molten iron sparked when it hit a cold surface. Leading up to the Lunar New Year, the poor in the town would collect scrap iron and donate it to the blacksmith to preform Da Shuhua.
I couldn’t find any information on the term OP used, Datiehua, but I am assuming this is the name for it practiced outside of Nuanquan Town. Very fun to watch, googling Da Shuhua will give you videos of the original practice.
"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.
And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?
But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.
Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?
What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."
Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.
BLACK SAILS ⇢ SEASON 3
I own a tavern, a brothel, a tanner, a butcher– interests in a dozen other concerns on the street. I am the one they come to here when they need things, want things, fear things. In another time and another place, they would call me a queen. I built this from nothing. And none of it is real. Because it is built upon things I cannot control, cannot predict. It is built on sand. And when the day comes when that foundation shifts, when civilization returns, do you know what they will call me then? The whore that lost everything.
I made a book cover for Les Mis with an acrylic artwork I did last year✨📔📕📗
“Be the chaos you want to see in the world.”
i love jester
Happy (?) barricade day!!
This is a last minute art piece😭😭idk if it counts as one, I'm not sure if I liked it or not in the end, but I wanted to make something.
When I have proper time in my hands I shall compensate
A little beyond the black corner of the alley and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which threw a broad shadow, in which he was himself buried, he perceived a light upon the pavement, a portion of the wineshop, and behind, a lamp twinkling in a kind of shapeless wall, and men crouching down with muskets on their knees. All this was within twenty yards of him. It was the interior of the barricade.
The houses on the right of the alley hid from him the rest of the wine-shop, the great barricade, and the flag.
Marius had but one step more to take.
Then the unhappy young man sat down upon a stone, folded his arms, and thought of his father...
...He saw civil war yawning like an abyss before him, and that in it he was about to fall.
-Tome IV, Book 13: Marius Enters the Shadow