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Con Elvia Silva Bartolo y la comunidad de Zipiajo, Michoacan. Elvia es el leader de 2 colectivos, uno de trabajo de textil bordado y uno del trabajo de alfareria, principalmente ollas, cómales y figuras de animales. Aparte de la belleza del trabajo y de la gente cariñosa, es muy impresionante ver un espiritú colectivo tan fuerte, profundo, y respectuoso. La alfarería es una actividad que se mantiene desde la época prehispánica, con pocos cambios. Las piezas de barro rojo son quemadas a cielo abierto (baja temperatura). Es aquí donde le dan un terminado de color con la misma quema.

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We should talk more about storyboard Bill like look at him he's just a lil guy. He vibin

Man something about Bill being associated with fire that feels haunting. Like there was fire when his entire home was destroyed and there was fire when he died. Above all, I think it's narratively satisfying that he burned in Stan's mindscape after having burned down a dimension but it's also like. Those two events are arguably among the worst in his life. and they involve fire. which is something that's strongly associated with him.

I already said before that Bill Cipher is literally the worst character to get emotionally invested in but it's true. Like oh yeah I could cry over this silly cartoon triangle. Why? Oh let me just explain Journal 3 lore and tidbits from the Reddit AMA that reference a victorian novela that gives us the best picture of what his past and home dimension was like and also this secret poem that only exists in a spin off book thats otherwise non-canon and goes into how he regrets some of his actions and could potentially become better and also let me explain how all of this recontextualizes all these scenes from the show and his relationship with Ford. Btw all the horrible shit he did only fuels the fire like oil.

He's so sweet 🤏🤏

THE DELETED SCENE WHERE FORD SPITS INTO BILLS EYE AND THEN HE LICKS IT ??!!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT SPAWNED YOUR EXISTENCE?

[ID: Two lineless, digital paintings, both with warm, dark gray backgrounds. Both canvases are shaped like exact squares.

Painting one shows an adult Bill Cipher, a bright yellow triangle with a top hat, bow tie, cane, singular eye, and long lashes, reaching out to shake hands with the Axolotl, a pink axolotl with an electric blue tail. Bill is looking at the Axolotl casually, and his outstretched hand is engulfed in blue flames, while the Axolotl is smiling at Bill gently, reaching out to take his hand. There are stylized stars, similar to sparkles, in the top right and bottom lefthand corners of the painting. The painting is textured so that you can see the gray of the canvas very faintly through the brush strokes.

Painting two consists mostly of a short passage from Edwin Abbott Abbot's Flatland, written in light gray over the dark background. The passage is the beginning of chapter 7, and reads as follows:

"7. Concerning Irregular Figures

I for my part have never known and Irregular who was not also what Nature evidently intended him to be-- a hypocrite, a misanthropist, and, up to the limits of his power, a perpetrator of all manner of mischief..."

Below the quote, near the very bottom of the page, is a tiny illustration of a very young Bill Cipher. He is drawn completely in grayscale, and is looking down at the ground angrily, fists clenched. He is wearing a pauper's cap and has bandages wrapped around his rightmost angle, which is noticeably longer and more acute than his other angles.

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this terrified kitty won't let go of the young man who found it under the rubble.

the reporter was wondering if animals associations would care for the animals situation in gaza and the man answers her: "they do not care about us; human beings, you think they care about animals?! they do not care about us. no one does."

"We're collecting our kids in bags! In bags!" "We're finding body parts that we don't know who it belongs to"

A massacre after another, and the world is silent. This has to stop.

this took forever. i can’t stop drawing this au, i don’t know what’s happenign to me