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Leviathan, the mysterious sea serpent was captured on camera in his natural habitat.
I wanted to try a trail cam footage aesthetic for this one, idk why.
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Leviathan, the master of the seas.
If you like this art, it's already available in my shop! There are prints, t-shirts, notebooks, bags, phone cases, pillows and more here.
Inspired by this.
Leviathan, the master of the seas.
If you like this art, it's already available in my shop! There are prints, t-shirts, notebooks, bags, phone cases, pillows and more here.
Inspired by this.
Leviathan, the mysterious sea serpent was captured on camera in his natural habitat.
I wanted to try a trail cam footage aesthetic for this one, idk why.
Prints | Twitter
I just want my ability to write to come back 🥲 It’s been a year since my concentration and motivation got completely fucked up because of my depression 😭
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
articles and news on what’s happening in west papua are so appallingly scarce that i could rarely find any except a few before this. as an indonesian, i didn’t even know any of this is happening in the first place until a few months ago because rarely any of the big news outlets have ever brought it up, much less in a scale that is necessary to gain the world’s attention. SO PLEASE CHECK THIS OUT, one article at a time if it seems too much (which is what i'm currently doing too).
i think it’s important to note that while indonesia has been loudly advocating for palestine’s freedom, it has also been committing silent acts of violence against the people of west papua and exploiting them for years and silence those AND others who have tried to bring it to light.
things included in the thread ->
ARTICLES :
freewestpapua.org *the link isn't working at the moment but op has included screenshots in the tweet!
west papua : a history of exploitation (al jazeera)
courtesy of amnesty international
OTHERS :
amnesty international - "sudah, kasi tinggal dia mati" pembunuhan dan impunitas di papua (in bahasa)
BOOKS TO READ :
'the road : uprising in west papua' by john martinkus
'an act of free choice : decolonisation and the right to self-determination in west papua' by pieter drooglever
'merdeka and the morning star : civil resistance in west papua' by jason macleod
’see no evil : new zealand’s betrayal of the people of west papua’ by maire leadbeater
‘freedom in entangled worlds’ by eben kirksey
‘poisoned arrows’ by george monbiot
‘papua blood’ by peter bang
’west papua and indonesia since suharto’ by peter king
pdf available :
’the united nations and the indonesian takeover of west papua’ by john saltford
’west papua : the obliteration of a people’ by carmel budiardjo and liem soei liong
FILMS TO WATCH :
rebels of the forgotten world (1991)
blood on the cross (1999)
freedom for west papua (1999)
papua merdeka (2002)
west papua — the secret war in asia (2007)
forgotten bird of paradise (2009)
strange birds in paradise — a west papuan story (2010)
west papua — a journey to freedom (2011)
mama malind su hilang (our land has gone)
benny wenda — oslo freedom forum (2012)
isolated (2013)
courage is contagious — TEDx sydney (2013)
the road to home (2015)
punks for west papua (2016)
run it straight (2016)
act of no choice (2019)
paradise bombed (2023)
investigative tv reports :
inside indonesia’s secret war for west papua — ABC news (2020)
selling out west papua — al jazeera (2020)
INFOGRAPHICS :
amnesty international
brief history
2017
2018
there's an app called "No Thanks" that scans barcodes and tells you whether a company supports israel or not if anyone is interested! it should be available on most app stores!
Pssst
Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?
Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere
site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word
site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition
site that gives you words that rhyme with a word
site that gives you synonyms and antonyms
Yes
From a friend, possibly quoting or paraphrasing someone else on the Internet:
I’m almost out of spoons for the day so please be aware that I’ll be switching to knives
and I need this shit on a shirt yesterday
I’m all out of spoons
🥄Spoon Stop! 🥄
Take a spoon or two to complete any tasks you need to finish soon. Reblog to give your mutuals a spoon
I miss that
Owning a black cat is awesome because you’ll leave the bathroom and The Shape will be waiting for you
If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.
Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.
Professor Kenobi and his assistant and pilot Skywalker found a rare egg, what will hatch from it? (It's Grievous, he's a legendary)
Hey quick question—
How do you write things again?
[ID: drawings of a golem animated by a palestinian flag painted on its forehead. it is seen: holding out its arms protectively in front of a crowd of children, the children also hold each other supportively; catching an air strike missile from the air and throwing it away or crushing it in its fist; turning its back so that a child can warm her hands by the earth oven built into its back, food in a pot is cooking on the fire and a boy holds a cup of steaming tea to his face and enjoys the aroma; clearing away rubble so a man can help up his wife who was buried underneath, she is clutching a baby to her chest; stooping down to look at a kitten a young boy is holding up to show it; and dissolving small flakes of clay from its finger into a glass of water, purifying it. end ID]
@fairuzfan asked people to create and share art for the strike. i wrote an artist statement and then set about trying to draw what i envisioned. artist statement below.
This golem is a protector that I wish I could gift to the children and adults in Gaza. The flag on its forehead is to show that love for the Palestinian people is an animating force for people fighting for a free Palestine all over the world, especially for those in Palestine who are trying to free themselves and their people. Love is the motivation for the call for a free Palestine, not hatred like people try to claim. It is very strong and fast and can catch air strikes out of midair and crush them to dust or throw them back in the direction they came from. It can lift all the rubble of a collapsed building very quickly so nobody can get trapped underneath. It has an earth oven in its back with an ever-burning flame that people can use to warm themselves and cook food and heat water to use to bathe themselves or make tea. Pieces of its clay can be crumbled up and mixed into water to make even the most brackish and unclean water pure and safe to drink.
The golem is always a bit of a tragic figure so I don't imagine it staying around forever once Palestine is free and it is no longer needed. I think it would use its great strength to help rebuild the destroyed houses, churches, schools, universities, hospitals, and mosques and then dive into the Jordan river and dissolve. It would clean the river of all pollution and make the water splash up over all the newly replanted fruit trees, causing them to grow big and strong. Its love for Palestine and its people can be tasted in the fruit they grow for generations.
I choose a specifically Jewish icon of protection because of how it feels to witness such horrors done in the supposed name of Judaism and the Jewish people. For many anti-zionist Jews, we feel like we are acting directly within the teachings of our stories and communities by opposing this genocide. It is difficult to understand how the very people and institutions who taught us these values now fight against them so fiercely. While obviously I would still oppose Israel were I not Jewish, the way I oppose Israel is directly informed by my Jewishness. I hope that someday, somehow, Judaism can bring as much joy and support to the Palestinian people as it has brought grief and destruction. That Jewish symbols used in the name of love and justice will bear more significance than the ones used in shows of hatred. Knowing the depth of the harm caused, I do not know if this is possible. But this artwork and everything I have dedicated myself to these past few months and continue to dedicate myself to in the future is born from this hope. I love you. Thank you for being on this planet with me. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! And it will be beautiful.
pas de deux sneak peek | steve rogers
pairing: choreographer!steve rogers x ballerina!reader
summary: After receiving acclaim in your dance company's production of Sleeping Beauty, you audition for the principal role in its newest production, Giselle, and catch the eye of your attractive, new choreographer.
warnings: none
word count: 534 words
notes: i've been sitting on this for almost two years, and after re-reading it today, i decided to publish this sneak peek and see if there's interest in this. as a former ballerina, this is a passion piece for me, so please let me know what you think! <3 (initially wrote this as an ofc so if there's errors, my b!)
Someone was watching you. It took you a while, but when you finally realized it, your dancing changed.
You were always so sure that no one was in the building at this time. It was far too early. You loved coming in the studio early, doing warmups, choreographing ballets you were too nervous to ever present, and physically baring your soul to the three floor-to-ceiling mirrors that surrounded you. But now, someone knew your secret, and they were watching you at your most vulnerable.
As much as you wanted to cut the music, grab your bags, and flee the room, you couldn’t. The stakes were way too important. If you wanted to be Giselle, your lifelong dream, you had to stay and practice until your feet fell off.
This was your first audition where you had to perform a piece for the director and choreographer. It was new to you, and frankly, you loved the idea. It emboldened you to pick a piece from one of your secret choreographed ballets, especially one so ethereal and heartbreaking.
You began choreographing this piece when your heart first shattered into pieces. As you worked on the pieces, you felt the pieces of your heart slowing finding its way to each other, waiting for the glue to put it together. On the night you choreographed your favorite eight-count, you broke down in tears. Every time you performed that section that night, tears welled into your eyes until you was too emotionally exhausted to continue dancing.
Whoever was watching your dancing was entranced by you. They felt directly connected to you and the emotion that lied within your movement. You didn’t feel cruel judgment as you continued dancing under their watchful eyes. If it was Gia or a member of her entourage, they would’ve snickered loud enough to break your concentration. If it was Pierre, he would promptly tell you to go home and get rest.
This person felt foreign to you, but you didn’t mind dancing for them. Your nervousness quickly subsided, and you wanted to give them a show. To make up for your hyper-vigilance, you put more emotion into your movement. All of the emotions you felt while choreographing this piece rose to the surface like lava finally exploding out of a volcano. Yet no tears stained your cheeks. Your tears came in the form of arabesques, grand jetes, and a series of the best pirouettes you had ever performed in your life.
When you finished, you let out a loud exhale. You had stopped breathing unintentionally, and something told you the person watching did as well. Although you couldn’t see them beyond the one-way window, you knew they were moved by your performance. If they didn’t want to endanger their position, they would’ve clapped and sang praises for the performance. Instead, you (correctly) imagined them walking away stunned, unable to forget what they saw.
You felt proud in yourself and your capabilities. You weren’t the only person who knew your true potential. All of your anxieties had subsided in this moment. You weren’t worried about the other dancers or being reduced to a member of the corps.
You were Giselle, in more ways than one.
This is the only 🪩✨TWILIGHT🪩✨ in a nutshell I will accept
✨TWILIGHT✨ in a nutshell…
Disco tampon fights dog with issues over walking crippling anxiety. Crippling anxiety doesn’t like dog with issues, but doesn’t wanna hurt dog with issues. So she hops between the two, but makes it clear, she likes the disco tampon. Crippled anxiety then finds out disco tampon, is in fact, a disco tampon! She’s like “ooh, so pretty! So cool! I wanna date you even more.”
Crippling anxiety meets disco tampon’s family, and expensive girl is like “WE BEST FRIENDS” while her boyfriend, blood constipation, can’t be around her cause he wants to do want tampons do and suck da blood.
Moody booty CanNOT stand crippling anxiety, and wants her to go away. (Same bestie, it’s tiring) Anyway! Moody Booty’s boyfriend, Gorilla Man is a lovable dumbass.
They adoptive parents, Dr. steal yo wife and Ms. I just met you but I claim you as my kid Are loving! Crippling anxiety is a dumbass and follows tracker the tractor and almost become a disco tampon.
Disco tampon family leave crippling anxiety behind and she becomes crippling depression. She almost dies, but expensive girl is like “NO! HELP ME SAVE DISCO TAMPON!”
They then go to ?Italy? and crippling depression saves disco tampon, gets threatened by Rat-man and his premium disco tampons, and becomes crippling anxiety again.
Crippling anxiety leaves dog with issues for disco tampon and they get married. THEN! CRIPPLING ANXIETY GETS HORNY AND CREATES FAKE DOLL BABY!
Crippling anxiety become a disco tampon; dog with issues imprints on doll baby, becomes alpha, and has his baby pack. Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons wanna kill doll baby cause she a child who don’t age. But the original disco tampons are like “fuck you!”
And they fight, with the help of wannabe werewolves. Blood constipation dies, Dr. Steal yo wife dies, Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons die, and a bunch of other disco tampons die. Including the wannabe werewolves!
But then it turns out that it was a vision 👀 expensive girl had, which would happen if Rat-man tried to kill doll baby.
Bonus: Crippling anxiety became crippling anger and tried to kill dog with issues because he imprinted on doll baby. She ended up hurting tiny cutie. But tiny cutie was like “it’s ok” and they mended that real quick…
and every Caucasian in that movie had a big ass forehead
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
This is sooo good fr, check it out if you haven’t already!!
Star Stationary -
C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Summary ` Since the Halloween party, you've been kind of down about the brown-haired girl you saw Anakin kiss, but no time to fret. Anakin can't bear to see you sad for long.
!Warnings! Angst. But little fluffy bits here and there
wc ` 1.3k
notes ! this is closely based on characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.
It had been a couple weeks since you and Anakin walked out of the party to deliver him to that beautiful woman in his front seat. As much as you hated to say it, you cried on the way to your car. You only knew him for a bit, but something about him felt special. A type of feeling you never had before. A gut feeling that you two were supposed to meet. Regardless, suck it up and move on. You had better things to do then sulk.
Today was the first time you had even made eye contact with him since then. He had slid some papers over your desk to fax. You looked up, expecting to see one of your other coworkers, but your eyes followed the trail from his silver watch, to his pale blue sleeve, his neatly tucked collar, up to his tanned neck, his tightened jaw, and finally, his beautiful baby blues. It was only a quick glance, but it was as if this was his way of asking to go back to how you were. A small gesture where he says he needs you.
"I um, I need you to fax this for me please." He adjusted his glasses, as you merely nodded, grabbing the papers off your desk. You felt his eyes follow you to the fax machine, and soon his feet followed suit. You stood there, eyes unwavering from the papers and the machine. His remained glued to you, as if he was in a trance.
"Here you go." Your voice was quiet as you handed them back to him. His hand brushed your pointer finger.
"Thank you receptionist." His little joke didn't land. You just stared at him. In his awkward state of embarrassment, he nodded his head and walked back to his desk. You tried not to think much of it, but god how you missed him. Your desk felt empty without your blonde statue to stand in front of it and pester you when you were in a pinch.
Your eyes drifted to his direction often times, and his to yours, but your visions never crossed paths.
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Lunch rolled around after what seemed like ages. You had made yourself comfortable in one of the blue chairs in the break room. Alone. Everyone had already taken their lunch earlier, but you had become so slammed at one point you had almost forgot.
Mid-bite into your sandwich, the door creaked open. A pair of blue eyes briefly met with yours, but you quickly removed contact, focusing back on your lunch.
"Stop doing that."
What the hell? Who did he think he was?
"I beg your pardon?" You finished your bite, turning to meet his eyes again.
"Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. I don't mean to come off rude..." His confident demeanor faltered for a second at the thought of hurting your feelings.
"Anakin don't-"
"Don't what? Ask my friend what's going on?" Friend. God, you had newfound hatred for that word and everything it meant.
"Nothing's wrong..." He had made his way to your table, scooting a chair out and plopping himself down across from you, leaning on his forearms.
"You know I can tell when your lying." You let out a fake laugh.
"Listen I've been there before... let me help you." Your eyes bulged. What was he talking about? Help you? Surely, he was out of his mind. You kept your mouth shut, chewing, waiting to hopefully hear more of his proposition. "Moving to a new place is hard. Having no one to talk to... let me help get you out there!" You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Padme has this friend-"
"I'm good." Padme. That name would ring in your ears the rest of the week. Hell, maybe even month. Your stomach twisted and curled at her name, completely making yourself blind to Anakin's pleas. You couldn't help but curse yourself for picturing yourself in her place. She had done nothing wrong, and you weren't that type of person.
After much consideration, you put the last bite of your sandwich down. "I'm sorry Anakin. You're right. I shouldn't have been such an ass." Both of you laugh and smile. As you walk to the door, Anakin opens it for you, guiding you through with his hand on the small of your back.
You cursed yourself for how it made you feel. But did you have a choice?
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The clock ticked, 20 minutes till 5. Thank God. Your's and Anakin's playful antics resumed to a degree. Passing each other silly notes, sarcastic emails, and of course customer gossip.
RING!!!
The company phone pulled you out of your daydreams. You answered greeting them politely and offering your standard help. A feminine voice answered on the other side. She asked to be directed to Anakin.
"Of course, one second please!" Your smiley voice faded as you put the phone down and redirected her call. "Anakin, hey, line three!" You held up your three fingers and whisper yelled to him.
He shook his head, nodded, and smiled.
You genuinely weren't trying to be in his business, but his "business" client was beginning to sound like a very personal conversation. Anakin held his head low, and kept his voice down. You could pick up small bits of his sentences. He wasn't happy.
"I blocked you for a reason- Padme- please- I don't want to talk right now- stop it- c'mon" His low voice hummed under the white noise of the office.
After minutes, his telephone slammed back down in its place. The whole office jumped, looking over at Anakin who gently raised his hands, apologizing quickly, reassuring everyone.
After minutes of rubbing his temples, his eyes followed you as you grabbed your coat off the rack. Several other people were making their way to the exit. It was five and no one was in the mood to stay longer. You couldn't blame 'em. This white light was mind numbing.
After a moment of grabbing your belongings, it was just you and him.
"Hey," His voice called out to you. You turned to meet him. "here's that guy's number." Not quite the romantic confession you were dreaming of, but it was whatever. He handed you a sticky note with Padme's friend's name and number. He really meant the best. You couldn't be mad.
"Thanks.."
"Don't thank me." He smiled coming up to you, towering over you. He looked at you almost as if he was asking permission for something. You looked at him quizzically. His hands guided themselves to your coat, buttoning the first two top ones. "It's cold out y'know."
You knew, but he just made you feel warm inside.
"Cmon let's go." He stuck his arm out, offering it to guide you out. You playfully smacked him and walked in front of him, making your way to the elevator first. You quickly tried to get the door to close, but he stuck his hand through, triggering the sensors just in time.
He moved into the small space, parading his body weight over you, backing you into a corner, pretending you weren't there. "Anakin!" You said muffled.
"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there." He moved to the side, smiling as he took your light hits to his arm with ease. The rest of the elevator ride was spent with silent smiles, and muffled laughs, the kind of laughter only the two involved would understand.
Ding!
The doors opened, revealing the lobby to you and Anakin. Once again, he raced ahead of you to hold the door open, guiding you out the way.
You made your way to your car, and he had followed, opening the door for you. After you ducked your way inside, he gestured for you to turn and take your feet out of the door side so he could close it. "Drive safe alright?" He whispered, tapping the top of your vehicle.
"Yes sir." You chuckled, looking down. He just smiled in response, gently closing the door as he waved.
notes: THIS TOOK FOREVER I AM SO SORRY, FINALS AND STUFF ARE CRAZY. I am trying so hard to write because it is fulfilling, and I love communicating with everyone, but it has been stressful and I've barely found time. I promise I'll try and get better about it, just have a lot on my plate, (trust, I will eat tho). Sorry this one is a lot shorter, I just don't want to add onto a chapter if it doesn't feel fitting y'know.?Regardless, thank you so much for being patient with meee. I hope you enjoyed!
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Yes… just yes.
Do u think gales autism would just make him immune to astarions manipulation tactics
I don’t think enough of us are taking into account the opportunity we are afforded by being able to romance/sleep with many companions in baldurs gate 3:
Mamma Mia BG3
Whose the dad? Halsin? Gale? Wyll? Astarion? The drow from Sharess’ Caress?
There are possibilities here people!!!
(Plus you know the companion guys would absolutely follow the same logic of “well we’re all the child’s father now JUST like Mamma Mia)
“ have we met before ? “
Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed
Headcanon that post-game Astarion (Good Ending), regardless of whether or not he finds a way to cure his vampirism, decides to spend the rest of his life trying to make amends for what Cazador made him do by devoting himself to investigating and stopping human trafficking and forced prostitution rings and networks, as well as either hunting down himself or creating a guild or organization that specifically hunts down vampires and specifically powerful vampire lords.
I can also see him maybe trying to come up with some sort of rehabilitation system for vampire spawn after their masters are destroyed. At the very least I can see Astarion giving them the option: either be good and don't kill any people or turn anybody, or be on the receiving end of a Daylight spell.
And I love this because this can work with either him finding a way to reverse his vampirism and become a normal Elf again; with his background as a magistrate he'd be able to tackle these issues with the entire judiciary system behind him, while also rooting out the corruption within the system itself.
But if he was stuck as a vampire for the rest of his existence then I can just as easily see him becoming some sort of night stalking vigilante, using his centuries of experience targeting potential victims and luring them into the darkness to instead protect potential victims, and instead hunting and stalking the monsters that would prey on them (**insert Batman and/or Angel joke here**).
I’ve been obsessing a little too hard over BD3 recently and I regret nothing. (also I converted a straight male friend to the cult of Astarion bc he’s just that hot. This has nothing to do with the post above I think it’s just funny and silly goofy, so yeah)
Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego