I wonder what Mae got up to this Harfest 🎃🍂

im at a payphoneee trying to call home

~ ❀ ✿{x} ✿ ❀ ~

I started this on the night of the finale and I just finished it lol HERE YA GO GUYS

it’s been an amazing ride

please do not repost this anywhere ever!!!

T. J. Eckleburg

Cover free ver. (As requested)

“My Bisexual Wife”

Acrylics on Canvas

Happy Pride

harrow the ninth book cover reimagining

done in oil, put a lot of love and care into it :)

below is the painting without

Ghost plants pt 2 :)

Mystery Shack made of polymer clay, acrylic paint, hot glue, cardboard, and prayers. Just before I leave for college, I have finished! This has been My Project for the past week or so, between work and packing for my move. I had decided a while ago that I wanted to take a terrarium of plants from around our home with me to my dorm; home is my happy place, and I wanted to bring that to my dorm. After the Cipher Hunt I decided to do this along with it. Gravity Falls started my Freshman year of high school: it finished my Senior year. This show helped me not fear growing up and brought me some wonderful friends along the way. The Mystery Shack is my fictional happy place, and I thought it deserved a spot in my terrarium.

Church of Whale Fall

November 8, 2021 at 04:45PM

In my homewrecker rat era 😘 Happy Valentine’s Day!

"‘If you ever leave me again,’ she said, her eyes stinging, ‘I swear to all the gods –’ Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth."

I thought I would jump back on tumblr and start sharing my recent art, in case anyone isn't on IG <3

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

griddlehark playlist bb!!

still vaguely a work in progress (song suggestions always welcome!) but did my best to match their story through all three books in one playlist! mostly sad and intense songs that broadly fall under the alt rock umbrella

playlist cover is art by @jenevas :)