Plant Caretaker Crowley
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Dancing lessons 🤸
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I don’t know where we are in the grand scheme of things, but I just wanna be hugging you tonight. 💔
(A painting I made inspired by Romantic Encounter by Mihaly von Zichy)
(Use the Cardd link in my bio to buy and pick up a Print)
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I imagine Crowley that night in 1941, making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.
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Wrestling is not a love story, it's a fairy tale for masochists.
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just gonna start killing people i dont find funny
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Wanted to make something a little more stylized today
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Thing is, I'm not just anti-fatphobia as in "I don't want people to be mean to fat people"
I am pro fat liberation as in "I want to dismantle the systemic biases against fat people and the diet culture and medical industrial complex that feeds into the very real systemic oppression that fat people face"
I don't see fatphobia as a mere interpersonal issue where if you are being nice to fat people or saying things in a polite way to them you're automatically free of fatphobia. I see it as essential to challenge every bit of diet culture myth that we might encounter and break the unscientific ideas of "health" as defines by weight, fat, calories, bmi, and other nonsense. I see it as essential to view fatphobia as the political issue it is and take it seriously as such, and to unlearn and help others unlearn oppressive baseless ideas we have assumed to be true and natural.
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Gloomy demon
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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