why is this one broken?
from a tumblr site perspective, because i did not add a title to it, so it didn’t fully register. from a supernatural perspective? because you can’t save him. because it’s always too late. because you always made that choice and said what you said and he never gets to hear anything different. because this is how the story ends. because this is how it started.
a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.
certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.
There is a parallel universe where Tumblr is actually a great functioning site
its exactly as shitty but every other social media site is worse by comparison
the trauma compelled him to correct stanley's grammar
I would kill to listen to My Immortal as read by Bill Cipher, such a delightful treat is wasted on Ford :(
im developing cataracts in my right eye and ill be getting surgery for it on sunday so art might be paused for a bit next week ...
to help OP out for each day it is healing I will invent a new minion hybrid.
day 1: if a minion and shrek had sex that produced viable offspring
that's okay. you dont need to do that actually
A collection of all the wizards I’ve drawn over the past year or so! Some of them used to have gray backgrounds, but now they’re all nice and colorful 🧙♂️✨
i led an all-ages hike today for our local Pride organization (which was great!) & there was a 6-year-old on the hike who was super engaged in all my little Naturalist spiels until the very end nearly two hours into the hike as we approached the end of the trail & he became tired and a little over it. I fell to the back to make sure we had everyone & he was at the end of the line with his mom and he stopped suddenly in the middle of the trail and put out his little arm so I bumped into it and I stopped and he said “you can’t come with us.” I said, “you’re leaving me here?!” He said, “you’re for the forest.” I said, “what have I done to you today to deserve this abandonment,” and he said, “it’s not like that.” I said, “oh, like I shouldn’t take it personally?” And he said, verbatim, “yeah, like…don’t make it a thing.”
I’m only able to tell you all this because his mom, in her infinite mercy, told him to keep walking and let me go. I’d still be in that forest.
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I have launched a screen with works about the moon on both sides, which I collaborated with 「Nidea.Nlight 非必要不合作」 on🌕. Purchase link: http://e.tb.cn/h.Ta6q94mjLCR75vL?tk=75K03q77arM
From the Chinese dating game show 非诚勿扰 (Fei Cheng Wu Rao), If You Are The One.
oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”
hello, fellow apes
The lead up to that sentence is gold:
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
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