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thesleepingstag · 1 year
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Blood Moon
For day 5 of vulnerable animals week on Instagram 𓃠
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A female mandrill (Mandrillus sphinx) in the Akeley Hall of African Mammals at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City, New York.
“There has been a drastic decline in the mandrill population during recent years due to habitat destruction. They are especially vulnerable to hunters because of their loud calls. Mandrills are hunted as a local food source in several areas. Currently, mandrills occupy forests at a very low density and are poorly protectd if at all. As a result, they may be threatened with complete extinction in the wild.”
https://animaldiversity.org/accounts/Mandrillus_sphinx/#physical_description
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arttuff · 2 months
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brucie wayne is not immune to the sudden urge to hug his son
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canisalbus · 6 months
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✦ Tipsy ✦
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beaulesbian · 2 months
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One Piece ch. 004 - 006 || ch. 485 (ep. 377)
What good is ambition if I can't even save the life of my own captain?
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soplapinga · 11 days
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As an anime only who got spoiled about it watching dunmeshi fully knowing that Chilchuck is an actual father is super fun because even without purposely putting much attention to it you still can tell exactly where and when his dad senses are KICKING like god ITS SO CLEARR
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abessive-art · 1 year
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If one more of my friends flies off today-- [1/2]
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audrinui · 4 months
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there is nothing gentle about rindou haitani’s tongue.
he’s the sharpest man you’ve ever met. he cuts deep, calloused words spat venomously through jagged teeth. serrated tongue spews knives at whoever he sees his target — brother, friend, foe, you, it doesn’t matter. he’s a fighter, maliciously so, unable to back down, grappling and stabbing and mean until you bleed, crystal blood leaking from wounded eyes doused in defeat.
there is nothing gentle about rindou haitani’s touch.
he’s rough. hardened skin on scarred palms touch not anything lightly. he’s heavy handed, bruising, damaging, unpoised. he leaves handprints on your skin, large, mannish, tainting over supple curves and swells of fat. he leaves marks, blunt crescents of nails dug into your thighs, dents of his molars on your neck, cannibalistic, evidence of hunger satiated, greed.
there is nothing gentle about rindou haitani’s taste.
he’s brash. sharp and striking when he spreads across your own tongue. he’s bitter, he stings, stays in the back of your throat for days. he leaves the taste of salted fingertips and cold spit in the seams of your mouth, no amount of toothpaste or drink could ever hope to wash away.
there is something gentle about rindou haitani.
how, despite his bruising kiss and heavy hands, he’s careful to gather you together at the end of it all. how his eyes shatter and soften, iron wall finally releasing its locks and creaking open. how his voice comes, low, sullen, sits deep and cradles the bosom of your soul. how his words reach through you, how he buries deep into you, release a salve for bruise and broken skin. how his tongue and hot mouth licks crystalline blood and tender hearted wound clean, gaze stitching, reassurance bandaging. how, despite his cruelty, his brash, his brawn and indelicate nature, he finds it within himself to be gentle with you.
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elbdot · 5 months
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So, you and white haired boys, huh?
Oh don't even get me sTARTED...
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Somehow they just keep getting worse and worse EACH TIME, I DON'T KNOW H O W
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mewtwo24 · 1 month
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I can't stop thinking about the revelation of Luo Binghe's heavenly demonic heritage and how striking the differences are in SVSSS vs PIDW. 
In terms of the original, how Shen Jiu's violence was unexpected but numbing after a point. How Luo Bingge's awakening would be a means to freedom; that while he might be reviled by human immortals, at least he no longer had any reason to give a damn what they thought. Demonic cultivation would exact the wrongs that had been acted on him tenfold in cold blood, to repay youthful admiration and blind trust with all the cruelty unleashed on him indiscriminately. How easy it was for Luo Bingge to choose power and performance because he had little if nothing else of substance to turn to. 
For Luo Bingge, otherness is an easy second skin because he's never once belonged in the first place. Sneering is natural when the entire world has done nothing but badmouth, ridicule, hit, and condemn you for things that were never within your control. “What does it matter that you're a monster now?” Luo Bingge seems to think, “You were and will be a monster always.” Every facade, every ill-intended act of deception and violence is merely injustice reaping its due.
Luo Binghe (Bingmei) has no such liberties.  
For Luo Binghe, the trappings of comfort and belonging end up yielding an entirely new problem, a reversal of Luo Bingge’s non-conundrum. His fear is that Shen Qingqiu’s love might be conditional rather than a despair that it is non-existent, because in many respects it is for the surrounding immortals; they go from calling Binghe a promising and shining youth to a demonic scourge born to invite ruin in the span of a handful of years. Shen Qingqiu, caught between what he wants to do versus what he believes he must do and his own fears, sours Luo Binghe’s trust to quivering doubt. What Bingge desperately craved was precisely what put Binghe through such unrelenting turmoil. Where difference and change is freedom for Luo Bingge, it is a chilling and unwelcome prospect for Luo Binghe. 
For Luo Binghe, the thought that he could be something monstrous to the person he loves is a form of self-annihilation; so much of his desperation to appear non-threatening to Shen Qingqiu is rooted in this self-same anxiety. In the wake of Meng Mo’s intervention, Luo Binghe cannot even bring himself to ask “What does it matter that you’re a monster now?” He can only cling to the desperate belief that if he can just conceal what he is for long enough, the future he always dreamed of might still be within his reach: an eternal life of peace by Shen Qingqiu’s side. 
For Luo Binghe, the rejection of his humanity means rejecting the people who nurtured him wholeheartedly (the washerwoman, transmigrated Shen Qingqiu) with love and kindness. Even despite the confusion behind Shen Qingqiu’s change, even despite how enigmatic and reticent he can often still be, Binghe recognizes powerful instances of tenderness and care in his actions. Someone who stubbornly healed his wounds, who was unable to watch him be brutally bullied without due recourse, someone who trusted in him and his potential with his whole heart. 
For Luo Binghe, power and demonic strength mean absolutely nothing because he has love. He doesn’t want them, and even when he does have them they are used in service of protecting Shen Qingqiu. Xin Mo isn’t able to take over because Luo Binghe isn’t strong enough to resist its temptations to subjugate the world, it happens because he exhausts so much energy trying to preserve Shen Qingqiu’s life that his resistance fractures. And even when Xin Mo succeeds in warping Binghe’s mind, the end result is still in service to a desire to be close to Shen Qingqiu’s heart. In the end, he continues to seek love.
Where the inexorable tides of change become opportunity (arguably even a boon) for Luo Bingge, for Luo Binghe this change is the focal point of his calamitous loss. How Luo Bingge's ascension is a ruthless and seamless transformation--all of his experiences hardening him into something harsh and brutal and unyielding to survive. How Luo Binghe's is instead a fall from grace; the corruption of innocence and stolen youth--of dreams razed to ash and safety obliterated.
And after all, doesn't it hurt so much more to have known peace and thrash that it will forever be out of your grasp? ...Than to live in such tumultuous waters that gentleness is an alien, loathsome, and unfathomable thing. For the former, a feeling of safety may never be restored--always looking back before looking forward. For the latter, there is nothing but the grim and solitary march on, eyes shuttered to all else.
I feel like that's why I love the ending of the third novel, as disturbing as it may appear to a lot of readers. Shen Qinqiu expresses his disbelief and hurt that Luo Binghe would lie to him and choose so much destruction, but for Luo Binghe it all has a singular source. Without love, he has nothing. He cannot choose a life devoid of the person he loves.  
(I once read a fic where Luo Binghe says ‘I never wanted to be a demon’ to Shen Qingqiu and I think it metaphysically changed me as a person. Every single day I think about it and try not to bawl my eyes out. Anyways.)
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six-of-cringe · 4 months
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The "ohhhh fuck dolphins, dolphins are evil they kill and rape, ohh otters are evil they rape seal babies, not so cute now are they" people are like the children who would smugly tell anyone who would listen that ring around the rosie is about people dying of the plague. Like ok. Do I need to explain how high intelligence correlates with complex behavior or can you shut the fuck up on your own
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thesleepingstag · 1 year
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☼ King of the Meadow
For vulnerable animals week on Instagram 🐻
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deathlywounded · 8 months
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"The monument of a memory You tear it down in your head Don't make the mountain your enemy Get out, get up there instead You saw the stars out in front of you Too tempting not to touch But even though it shocked you Something's electric in your blood
Can people just untie themselves? Uncurling like flowers If you could just forgive yourself
But still you stumble, your feet give way Outside the world seems a violent place But you had to have him, and so you did Some things you let go in order to live While all around you the buildings sway Sing it out loud "Who made us this way?" I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe Hold on to your heart, don't give it away"
Various Storms & Saints By the one and only, Florence and the Machine ♥️🗡🥀
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vulcanautus · 5 months
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mommyesque · 9 months
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Found Families of 2023 : Lord giveth and Lord taketh away :")
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He really be 👉👈🥺
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