this episode of my art history podcast is talking about a cave painting from brazil and i’m crying already

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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ۪  𓂋 Mezzo Piano ˚⁎⁺ ♩ 🎀 ⭐️

Dib

something i made during christmas time and based off of that coquette core thing going around, if you asked for an angry alien who would be willing to fight you at any moment, he’s here

Put The Dib in a microwave Cook the child

The microwave, Google images

WonYoung (IVE) - Music Core Pics

reading the invader zim comics you can tell they absolutely love the fact that they're allowed to have blood now

Wonyoung icons

YENA, love war (2023)

This is the rare Silver Zizzle, his name is Isaac.

Isaac was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, the meaning not lost on him. His parents would fuss and fuss and they wanted the best for not only the strength of their lineage but a well rounded childhood for their boy. A well rounded childhood included round the clock activities. Archery, polo, a slew of martial arts Isaac would get out of, and even oil painting, to ensure he wasn't overly masculine. His cursted friends, other zazzles of high status, like orange and lime green, wpuld romp around the grounds with Isaac. But only for so long. Isaac's mother, Janine, would fuss and fuss. Isaac was 12 years old and would wake with heart palpatations, dreams of himself running around the house, and the consequences that lead to

Janine would take any chance she could to protect her boy, and she did this through word and the great stack of medical journals she kept in their study. If Isaac were running, padding his soft plastic feet to quickly near a counter top, Janine would stop him and say "Isaac! Be careful!" "Why mom?" And Janine would tell him about the dangers of a penetrating wound on the head. "Sweet Isaac, if you hit your head on our table, it doesn't just worry me. It's for your health. The corner of the table will cut into the soft plastic on your scalp. God loves us, but for our time on this Earth, our designs are flawed. Our blood is always flowing around our scalps and antennae. And even worse, you could have an intracerebral hematoma, and I wouldnt even know! Not until we made it to the hospital."

Isaac thought and thought so hard about intracerebral hematomas, and things of that nature, each night before bed, and before he ran around corners. Isaac looked at a table.sometimes, and had whirring visions of smacking his soft head on the table and the consequences it would bring. He thought so vibrantly that he could nearly feel the corner of a table etching into his helpless falling frame. It made him sick, but also thankful. He knew, without a doubt, that he could take this knowledge, and be sure he would never become someone who would loose their head by smacking it, or lose himself by smacking his soul out of his brain on the corner of the living room table.

i was tagged by @footballandfiasco to do this tag game!!! thank you so much luna <3333

rules: go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images. no need to reveal what your name actually is!

i tag @acrazybayernfan @dieclownschaft @viersterne @clowningbayern @fabioquartararhoe @lowavocado4701 @de-ligts ✨

🎧 “naughty naughty naughty”

Dream/Weirdcore kids

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