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gabrielspenisbox · 9 months

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Can we PLEASE talk about how Gabriel was ENTIRELY intending to show up on Beelzebub's fucking doorstep completely naked

Like, cheeks out EVERYTHING.

#ineffable bureaucracy #go s2 #like sir what #imagine Beelzebub's reaction #opening their door and seeing a butt naked Gabriel with 0 memories #INSANE #Flyposting

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eachconstellation · 1 year

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daniel wagner the man that you are

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slutabed · 9 months

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the new yorker shared an article for the fourth anniversary of toni morrison's death, which made me think of the time one of my favorite professors tried to share with our class a literary theory he and several of his friends/colleagues were discussing and he started a sentence with "so i was talking to my friend --" and then he sighed, looked at us all, and hit us with the sentence, "so, okay, i know how this is going to sound, but....the friend was toni morrison -- "

#like sir WHAT #it was so funny #he like all but put his head in his hands like 'here we fuckin go'#he knew he was about to drop the most pretentious sentence and english professor ever dropped

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sunglassesmish · 2 years

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While misha is saying its jensens fault he is fiddeling With the buttons on his shirt 👀🤡👀

i know i am LOSING my mind

#cockles #anon #ask #like SIR WHAT #even jensen was late to whatever he was doing apparently

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hansungiee · 2 years

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Shinichiro: when I say don’t tell anyone this secret my best friend, Wakasa Imaushi, doesn’t count

#shinichiro sano #like sir what #I get it tho bc I too run to my best friend and tell her everything I was not supposed to tell her #so #tokyo revengers

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lukasadss · 2 years

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OK WAIT, NO CUZ L I S T E N-

I was looking for something in the first book, and I've always remembered the scene where Bast helps Kvothe into bed as describing Bast being close enough to feel Kvothe's breath on his face as he moves some hair away from his face, BUT THAT'S NOT IT- yes, he still moves the hair, but the breath? He smells Kvothe's breath (I guess to check something?), it's not just that he's close enough to feel it, BAST- please I am begging you, if you wanna kiss him, just say so

Help I can't stop thinking about them

#like sir what #bast please #kkc #bast #kvothe #kingkiller chronicle

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artkaninchenbau · 1 month

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A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

#Sir Crocodile #Monkey D Dragon #Emporio Ivankov #Dragodile #Crocodad #My art #One Piece #We're not gonna talk about the work I should be doing rn I have Severe Procrastinitis and I'm doing my best okay #Alternative version where it was both Crocodile and Garp beating Dragon's ass before Iva-chan joined in but that was too much effort lmao #I'm a believer in Dragon being a Wind Logia so don't worry guys he is 100% taking this beating intentionally #He knows what he did and he's dealing with the concequences of his actions. With grace.#You know I realize Iva-chan should be two whole meters taller than Crocodile but we're just gonna ignore that #Look Iva-chan taking Crocodile's side and being like ''Crocoboy is right you fucked up bad Dragon'' brings me joy #And for real I've been wanting to draw this for months. But never did because I had other shit to do. Which I still do #But. You know. Sometimes you need to draw a shitpost. It's ✨ self-care ✨#And appearently One Piece shitpost comics have become the thing I draw for myself on occassion

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

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selfindulgentraptor · 3 months

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Thinking about his wings

#he definitely has them #I wonder what he thinks of his new form (I imagine he digs it)#also wanted to try designing the egg bois #they hatched out of their shells like little hardboiled yolks and egg whites #but also golden egg motif #and top hat halos #I had so much fun with this #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #sir pentious #hazbin hotel fanart #my art

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bioluminescentfrog · 10 months

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parents at church looooooove blaming their decade and a half of shitty parenting on me its soooo funny

#they all think im making their kids gay/trans #like sir what #thats so funny #it means they hate me which makes it hard to be friends with their kids sometimes #but DAMN youre really gonna blame all your familial problems on a highschooler #slay or smth

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shadebloopnik · 3 months

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Lucifer saluting Sir Pentious is everything to me.

Hats off to you Sir, you made it, in Heaven.

#killing me the thought that they dont even know he made it to Heaven #like #they're already so proud of him regardless #whether or not he made it #he is their sir pentious #he's the adorable snake who slithered his way into their hearts #he made it #and they don't even know to what extent he did #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel sir pentious #sir pentious #hazbin sir pentious #sir pentious hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #bloopnik rambles

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eriochromatic · 6 months

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Certain speculations on Crocodile's 14 year stay in Alabasta

#one piece #sir crocodile #nefertari cobra #nefertari vivi #nico robin #alabasta #baroque works #erio stuff #erio art #does this ship even exist like. i dont even know what to tag this LOL

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catmanbowser · 1 year

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AGH DICKS

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #catman's art #look at him what a bug #he’s such a bug to me #like a bug #i was gonna caption it as ‘two guys one dick’ but nevermind..#as in its the same dick guy #i hope dc never change his name #def not referenced from a jerma picture no sir

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noodles-and-tea · 1 month

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#oh donkey Arthur your 10 seconds of screen time will forever live in my heart #a small throw away joke to make Arthur look stupid?#no sir what you’re looking at is something so special and important to me #I’ve noticed that there’s a pattern for the episodes that’s like it goes a serieous episode followed by a silly filler episode #so actually it goes plot then filler I’m realising I just hadn’t used proper terms for it cause I’m stupid #but after the last episodes of s2 and then the two at the beginning of s3 #I was waiting for my silly episode reward #and boy howdy that was a silly episode #(im sick atm please just polite laugh and nod and be on your way)#my art #Merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon

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temeyes · 14 days

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simon riley, ang panget mo talaga (affectionate)

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katabay · 10 months

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PERCEVAL THE UNHAPPY, THE MISERABLE, THE UNFORTUNATE, THE FISHER KING!

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

ALRIGHT alright. so previously I did an illustration that explained the premise of all this, that it's inspired by the narrative choices that Bresson made in his film Lancelot du Lac etc

to dive in more into it (because this is something like derivative fiction. I'm putting concepts into a blender and seeing what comes out of it): the setting is haunted by the previously existing narratives that started cannibalizing each other until it regurgitates itself into the more well known narrative beats, and something else about the invasive rot of christianity and empire mythmaking into settings. it's an intertextual haunting, if you will! and this scene takes place during the grail quest narrative, but the temptation of Perceval plays out differently.

in both Chretien (and Wolfram's) Perceval narratives, what 'wakes' Perceval up (in more ways than one. desire and self actualization in one go!) is seeing knights, something his mother tried hard to keep him from. so instead of the temptation of lust & etc in the Morte narrative taking the form of a lady, it takes the form of a knight. the temptation to renounce one's faith to serve something else remains.

so Perceval still stabs himself, but instead of continuing on the grail quest in the shadow of Galahad, he becomes the narrative's Fisher King because his earlier state of being as a the grail quest hero is creeping back into his marrow. it was waiting for an opening, and stabbing yourself in the thigh is one hell of a parallel!!!

that wound isn't going to heal buddy, and the state of the setting will now be reflected on your body. sure hope that Arthur hasn't like. corrupted the justice of the land or anything. that sure would suck for your overall health.

all the red in this sequence is because in de Troyes' Perceval, Perceval takes the armor of the Red Knight and becomes known as the Knight in Red.

and now for the citations, which I will try to order in a way that makes sense!

Seeing Knights For The First Time