Some sketches I made for not only new stickers, but also the possibly of enamel pins! I just need to find a manufacturer….any suggestions?? #art #sketch #drawing #draw #procreate #processvideo #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram
Inverted doki doki literature club where you think you’re playing a psychological horror game but it is slowly revealed to be an upbeat dating sim/visual novel
I thought I was playing silent hill but suddenly pyramid head asked me on a date.
Honestly nothing would make me happier than a big scary monster poping out from around a corner only to blush and offer me some of the snacks i mentioned liking in a previous level.
Thank
you so much for your kind letter of the 17th. It is always a pleasure
to hear from you. I do appreciate your waiving the rules about
familiars to allow Wednesday to bring little Homer – she dotes on
that spider, and I don’t think she could consider Hogwarts home
without his company.
We
were delighted but completely unsurprised by the children’s Sorting.
Of course Wednesday is a Ravenclaw – she has always had a brilliant
mind, and it is rather traditional for the women in our
family. Slytherin might have been a possibility, with her cleverness
and ambition, but sadly (and quietly, between friends) I must admit
the wrong sort have rather taken over that House at the moment. Death
Eaters are so vulgar. Gomez, naturally, is over the moon about
our little Harry being a fellow Gryffindor – the world does need more
dashing, brave, and reckless men. They make life so interesting for
the rest of us, don’t you agree? And I am certain he will be safe
under your care, after his rather difficult start in life, poor
child. That aunt and uncle of his are just too terribly common to
protect him adequately – I am grateful Albus saw sense and left him
with us rather than her.
I
appreciate your bringing to my attention the small difficulty between
Harry and Draco – I shall have a word with Narcissa. (Lucius is still
being terribly silly about that little peacock incident, and refuses
to speak to Gomez at all. Men can be so ridiculously proud. And they
really did look so much better in black.) Really, though, Harry was
only defending his friend. I probably should warn you that Wednesday
writes that she is teaching young Longbottom a few of her more subtle
defenses – I sincerely doubt Draco will trouble him in future if he
uses those. I assure you, none of them cause permanent damage, only
temporary discomfort, and she is well aware that they are only for
self-defense, not mere childish aggression. Addamses do not start
fights, but we do finish them, and Wednesday has always looked out
for her brothers.
At
least that little incident allowed you to see Harry’s flying skills
in time to recruit him for the Quidditch team. I think he shall be an
excellent Seeker – he was always the best at bat-spotting on summer
evenings, and then there was the time he “borrowed” Gomez’s
broom to rescue Pugsley’s pet octopus Aristotle, who had developed an
unaccountable taste for tree-climbing, but had neglected to learn how
to climb down. It was a successful rescue, even though he was mildly hampered on his descent by Aristotle clinging to his face in terror.
Please
send my apologies to Severus for that unfortunate incident in Potions
class. I should have warned him that Wednesday was experimenting
with, shall we say, some variant recipes. I am quite certain,
however, that Miss Parkinson’s hair will grow back normally, and that
the snakes are only a temporary embellishment.
My
best regards, and do drop by for tea if you ever happen to be in the
neighborhood. Thing has perfected your favorite shortbread recipe – I
do believe he has a little crush on you. Or perhaps it is merely that
you are the only visitor we have had, outside of family, who is
sensible enough to shake hands with him without flinching.
I mean the whole damn point of the Nativity story is that the supposed son of God (interpret Jesus how you fucking want, of course) was born to a couple of poor, exhausted peasants in the stable for the inn, and his first bed was a feeding trough for animals. That would nowadays be like a poor couple where the mother gives birth in a parking garage behind the motel because they couldn’t find a better place and nobody else would take them in. It’s a pretty gritty setting, and the idea is that God was reborn in some of the rock-bottom lowest circumstances. The only thing majestic was all the angels and shit, and of course motherly love
I get that a lot of the art portraying Madonna and Child as fabulously wealthy europeans in splendid robes and golden light was meant to glorify God + whichever nobility was sponsoring the artist, and while of course it’s genuinely beautiful art, it just always struck me as horribly missing the point, which is that the supposed son of God started in incredibly humble circumstances, among the kind of people that everyone else looks down on
‘Massacre des Innocents’ by Leon Cogniét, 1824. Although the Feast of the Holy Innocents is in a couple of days time, this painting is still really relevant in that it portrays Mary as how She really was: a scared refugee mum, so fearful that Her son was going to be one of the Innocents killed by King Herod.
I had to look at this like FIVE TIMES to register all the layers of symbolism going into the piece by Patterson.
The hoodie as a veil.
Weisman cigarettes
Each of them is haloed by an advertisement sticker.
No Vacancy sign on the motel.
Dove sticker over Maria’s head.
Neon sign with a star symbol also over Maria’s head.
The crown over the ‘Dave’s City Motel’ sign. “New Manger.”
The sign behind Jose’s elbow likely says ‘Herod.’
The wee little plant growing through the cracks at their feet.
It’s like a New Testament ‘I Spy.’ I love it!
Ugh.
New favorite interpretation of the nativity.
Ezekiel 34 15-16 on the phone
I looked up that verse and
15 I myself will tend my sheep and have them lie down, declares the Sovereign Lord.16 I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy. I will shepherd the flock with justice.
Wow. The amount of detail that’s put into this piece is amazing.
“You two are mean,” Sharon said. Tony jumped. Bucky startled and then pretended that he’d known she was there all along.
“It’s not mean,” Tony said, looking at her with wide, wounded eyes. “The little old ladies are having tons of fun.”
“But Steve isn’t,” Sharon said. Tony followed her gaze to where a miserable-looking Steve was dancing his twenty-ninth dance of the night. His current companion was an eighty-seven year old woman who took every chance she could to pinch Steve’s butt. Tony had counted nine pinches so far.
“Steve’s the one who insisted we come,” Bucky said, tossing back a glass of champagne. “He deserves what he gets.”
“It’s good P.R.,” Tony added. “Celebrate the new year by having a dance with Captain America? The papers will be eating it up.”
Sharon frowned at him. “Tony.”
Tony sighed. “Fine. Be that way. Alright, Snowflake. Are we going with rude billionaire wants arm candy back, or wounded veteran needs support of both boyfriends to ride out the night?”
Bucky considered this for a moment. “Rude billionaire,” he said after a moment. “Last time I pulled the wounded veteran shtick, some lady tried to take me back to her bedroom to make me feel like a ‘real man’.”
Sharon smirked into her glass. “Is my cousin not enough for you, Bucky?”
“Okay you two,” Tony said. He leaned in towards Bucky, pulling him into a slow, lingering kiss that would turn a few heads. If he was being the rude billionaire, he was gonna do it in style.
Then he handed his glass to Sharon and cut through the crowd, heading for Steve. Just as the dance ended and Steve was politely bowing to his partner (eleven pinches total), Tony rudely cut in on the next woman.
“Sorry, this one is mine,” Tony said loudly, plastering himself to Steve’s front. He dragged Steve into a filthy hot kiss that left Steve looking a little dazed, before towing his other boyfriend back to the relative safety of Sharon and Bucky.
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