My Favorite Good-advice-in-the-form-of-a-meme Was Back On My Dash So Here’s This In Honor Of My Favorite

Kenton Nelson, A Blank Canvas. Kenton is an American painter and Muralist from California.

Ich war gerade dabei ??? zu hören, als mir auffiel, wie übelst seltsam es doch ist, dass die drei einen Freund haben, der „Stadtstreicher” ist (also obdachlos denk ich mal). Das ist gar nicht das komische, sondern dass sie ihn einfach „Rubbish George“ nennen. Kurz „Rubbish“.

Hello? Das ist doch iwie weird oder nicht?

Soll einem das beibringen… Obdachlosen Spitznamen zu geben? Und dann auch noch „Rubbish“. Das ist doch iwie nd so positiv???

Idk ist nur so ein Gedanke.

body positivity but make it ✨renaissance✨

VAVOOM!

Get them wet and staring into each other's eyes, all right. I will personally see to it. >:)

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went to miami to recover father sotirios. and made some new friends.

these animals... they are wise. I recruited them to avenge my dear brother. I was then escorted out of the sea world.

«Perfectly on time, Potter»

And I quick colored the kiss🫶🏻

what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at. 

this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.

the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…

Descriptive Writing Tips From a Grumpy Reader

Obligatory disclaimer: writing ‘rules’ are all arbitrary lists of opinions and are nothing more than the personal preferences of the people composing them. These are things that annoy me as one reader in a sea of many (though I think several of them are fairly common annoyances, judging from my conversations with other readers). If you read this list and see that some of it applies to your own writing, it does not mean that you are wrong or a terrible writer; simply that our views on storytelling do not mesh. (Although I am right, and you should listen to me.)

So here are some things I’ve run across rather frequently while reading that make me feel very crotchety. 

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A version of BBC Merlin where Arthur is related to both sisters by way of their mother, like in most of the legends. Arthur gets an absolute KICK out of telling potential suitors that one of his sisters is a lesbian but he won’t tell them which one, so these poor fuckers are left shooting in the dark. They assume that maille-wearing, tourney-fighting, murder-happy Morgause is the lesbian, and pretty, dainty, decorous Morgana is straight, but then they get shot the FUCK down when they try it. Morgana pulls a dinner knife on one of said poor bastards when he touches her shoulder, and then she has to go hunt down her fucking dumbass of a brother and tell him slowly and clearly, “If you do not tell these motherfuckers that I am a lesbian and to not flirt with me, I will tell Morgause to finish what she started in the tourney ring and I will mount your stupid head above my fireplace for Gwen and I to throw stuff at.” Arthur still doesn’t tell them. And when they come crawling away from Morgause’s wrath after trying to put the moves on her, they’re like, “I thought you said only one of them was a lesbian?” and Arthur, the little bastard, just smiles and says, “I did. Morgause is ace.” And then Merlin smacks him upside the head.