Dress from "In memory of Elizabeth Howe, Salem 1692"
Alexander McQueen
Fall/Winter 2007
Peabody Essex Museum (Object Number: 2011.44.1)
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now that i'm pretty much at my highest weight i think i should do a gaining challenge for the month of november 😈 i rlly want to push myself and finish out the year strong
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Prompt 268
Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.
Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.
Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.
So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.
The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.
Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.
So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?
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theyre on their way!
i cant believe the season of my fave podcast that i have dedicated the past year to is coming to an end today. these characters seriously mean the world to me, and i am so grateful to the creators for giving us this wonderful show to enjoy. though im very sad to see the teens go, im also very excited for what is to come, from the dndads cast, the fandom, and myself!
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March of Flowers Day 3: Lily of the Valley (greatest luck)
Featuring a little bug who will beat you up with flowers (physically or emotionally, who knows!)
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the major arcana, shuffled: 4/??
THE HIGH PRIESTESS;
⤉ spirituality, higher power, mystery, subconscious
⤈ hidden motives, secrets, repressed intuition, cognitive dissonance
THE EMPRESS;
⤉ motherhood, femininity, nurturing, harmony
⤈ smothering, negligence, lack of growth, insecurity
THE EMPEROR;
⤉ fatherhood, structure, authority, control
⤈ tyranny, domination, recklessness, rigidity
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Hiii, i love your stuff and kinda from a distance really look up at you for, in my perception, being able to express yourself without giving a fuck. Thats sick dude, Im so so afraid, of absolutely everything, its nice to think like i might grow into someone less apologetic of my existence. Nice to see people just being yknow
hey, thank you, this is really really nice. the secret that is probably not a secret is that i am also deeply afraid a lot of the time lmao -- but less than i used to be, and in ways that feel less stifling and self-suffocating, if that makes sense.
like, it used to be "i'm scared that if i express myself the way i want to, everyone will find me obnoxious, so let's just sand those edges down to be safe" -- now my fears are more like "now that i'm expressing myself in a way that feels natural and real, i'm afraid that it's all stupid/vapid/not worthwhile or meaningful" (<- specifically abt my art) or "i'm happy that i talk and act the way i want to now, but what if it makes me impossible to befriend," etc etc etc. which still feels bad and puts me in a funk a lot of the time but at least it's a fear that comes After/in reaction to doing stuff, rather than a fear that STOPS me from doing stuff, you know? like, it's evolved into a kind of fear that's less in my way.
anyway. i believe you'll experience something like this, because wanting to grow is the first step of growing. the fact that u hope or wish for something different means you're already on your way. to fewer fucks!! or at least distributing the fucks u give in a way that serves u better
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