If You Want Art Made By Weirdos Again You’re Gonna Have To Accept That Some Of Those Weirdos Will Be

i feel like we don’t talk about things like this enough

all software should be open source wtf. u expect me to run this on my own computer without knowing what its doing???

car manufacturers dont weld the hoods shut to keep ppl from copying their engines. books arent written with a military-grade cipher to avoid plagiarism. and we dont let food have "secret formulas" anymore bc too often one of the "secret ingredients" was fucking lead

when ur distributing a product to the public u forfeit the right to hide whats inside it, u dont get to hand out a black box and expect ppl to just trust u when u totally swear it doesnt have a microphone inside

ggirl are y. are you a torrent bc i want to Seed you. im sorry

Rodarte Fall 2023

If Will dies first, it is obvious Hannibal would cannibalize Will’s flesh. Hannibal mourned Mischa by eating her, and he would do the same for Will; to consume and eat and incorporate is part of grieving. But what would Hannibal do with Will’s bones? He’d eat the marrow, maybe make soup from them, but what of the calcified parts that remain, the parts that can’t be eaten?

I don’t really see him just keeping them around or displaying them, something stagnant and to be ogled. Burying them in the family plot in Lithuania makes sense because Will is family, but it also requires Hannibal to go back to a place he can’t go. Hannibal could cremate the bones, but then what? Spreading the ashes doesn’t seem like something he would do; he can’t know what happens to them. Keeping Will in an urn on his desk or a shelf also feels out of character, a memory collecting dust.

What if Hannibal had Will’s ashes pressed into pencil lead? There are ways to compress ashes into something that could be written with or drawn. What if Hannibal draws Will with his own ashes, commemorating him in a completed cycle. Sketching the man with his own remains. Remembering Will as he saw him, recreating moments they shared from Hannibal’s mind palace. Having Will live forever in depictions of himself. Hannibal would never be truly left behind. And Hannibal would sharpen the pencils as he always had; he isn’t unfamiliar with taking a blade to Will. Shaving off a layer but keeping him sharp.

Displaying and keeping art made from Will’s ashes would mean so much more than a reconstructed skeleton or an urn on a shelf or a plot that would become overgrown with weeds. He could draw Will in motion, alive, as he wished to remember him, and create moments and memories they didn’t get to experience together.

when you download a pdf and it's called like 1328723486basdf12.pdf but then you gently rename it to what it's supposed to be. that's forming a bond with a hurt and wild mythological creature and reminding it who it is.

STRAWBERRIES & WHIPPED CREAM

about gojo can’t help but spoil you on christmas eve.

ft. gojo x f!reader

p.s.! part of a white christmas collab by my love @hiraizens ⊹˚. a little suggestive but still sfw

even after all this time dating gojo, you still aren’t used to the way he looks at you. your heart flutters when you meet his lovestruck gaze as you hesitantly walk out of your bedroom in a very pretty, very expensive dress.

“satoru… this is too much.”

“too much for me to take, maybe. you’re killing me here,” his gaze doesn’t stray as he gets closer to you. he grabs for you as soon as you’re in reach, brushing your hair behind your shoulders, tracing down your arms to intertwine your hands together. “gimme a twirl?”

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