THE WEIRD AL-CANA - 0. THE FOOL - DARE TO BE STUPID
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what better time to start a dumb little project based on your most recent hyperfixation than mere weeks before university starts again? haha, what-
anyway. i woke up from a nap in a bleary haze today with the idea of redrawing the tarot major arcana but with weird al songs and what started as a fun doodle has evolved into a dedication in my soul to do more of these. so lets see how many I can finish?? i've already got my song list established (with only a couple of ones im still undecided on) so im ready and rearing to go
the fool was an easy pick. while al is always a fool, dare to be stupid is THE fool song imo. spontaneity, recklessness, risk-taking. being a silly billy
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 🥰🥰
Hi dear @airenyah! I miss your Sana Bakkoush header but will recognize your BBS icon and your kind online voice anywhere! 😍 Accompanying this Ask with good wishes for a beautiful springtime day, to one of the nicest people I know who also has a kind and generous heart! 💖
awwwww that's such a sweet thing of you to say 🥺🥺🥺
i saw this ask first thing in the morning after i woke up and it had me all kinds of 🥰🥰🥰
i too miss my sana bakkoush header (she looks so cute in that shot)!! usually i'd just change my icon but this is the first time since i've made this blog a decade ago that i can't change my icon over my header, because otherwise @ranchthoughts and i wouldn't have matching icons anymore and that thought hurts me more than saying goodbye to sana after 7 years 😔💔
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NOOOOOOOO, you cannot stay in there. I can't have a Caligo running around, causing mayhem. What do I need to give you to convince you to leave? You want food or something?
consider this....... multiple Caligo's running around :3
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Really hate those posts that are like:
you feel unlovable but:
-you're loved by friends (I literally haven't had one since middle school. I don't even have casual acquaintances that I talk to.)
-family (nope, both my parents are idiots. My dad is dead and my mom is a Narc. My older sister bullied me so badly my mom sent us to separate high schools. I talk to my little sister, but we're not really that close.)
-extended family (yeah, both sides don't want anything to do with me, plus they are NOT healthy individuals)
-pets (okay, you have a point, my cats are the only reason I'm still alive)
-you don't know your own self worth. Or need to learn self love or some bullshit (um, I'm literally the ONLY person I could rely on since forever, do shut the fuck up ❤️).
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wow wow wow! i love a good fic rec but your entire blog is filled with AMAZING recs/reblogs from creators I never would have found otherwise 💕 big love to ya, can't wait to binge :)
oh…. my god ??????? AHHH THIS IS THE NICEST THING EVER OMG OMG OMG IM ROLLING AROUND LIKE A FOOL WITH THIS AHHHHHH thank you so much!! I hope you can find lots of great fics to read 🤍
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princepsstellas asked:
Aether casually reaches up and-- deposits a crown of flowers atop Kaeya's head.
It is quite a wholesome scene — to find the blond on his tippy toes with a special glow to his eyes, elevating something in his hands with the clear intent of letting rest atop the knight's head. It all happens too quickly. Perhaps that is precisely the other's objective.
Kaeya adopts a puzzled look, filled with curiosity as he processes and assimilates that which unfolds before his eye. Aether has... made him a crown of flowers? A blink. Two. Three. And then, the softest of laughs escapes his lips, shyness perceptible in the way the knight carries himself. His hand reaches to feel the crown. It seems like a most intricate job indeed. From the fragrance alone, Kaeya is capable of deducing how fresh the flowers are, too.
«Goodness, I... I was not expecting this sort of gift», he says, somewhat bashful. He is determined to recompose himself, however, so he is quick to direct the attention from him to the blond.
«Did you weave it on your own? I must admit that you are most talented».
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