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worrying is like worshipping the problem

I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

Thinking about how succinctly LM 1972 was able to convey the Montparnasse and Éponine dynamic. First by simply having her use a less formal greeting for him than she does for the other gang members, the way she does in the Brick.

Then, check out her reaction when he pulls the knife on her. There’s this fleeting expression of surprise, fear, and dare I say hurt? Before she switches back to that bravery and tells him he doesn’t scare her. But that brief moment, it’s SO GOOD—with just a fleeting facial expression we get such a clear suggestion of their history.

And then THIS MOMENT. The way he looks back at her is so chilling and threatening. Especially because when they’re making the decision to leave, he looks so angry with her—dude’s jaw is so tense. So then when he looks back like this it is incredibly menacing.

And then the way she lets herself fall apart afterwards really solidifies the danger and the menace of what we just saw.

Like future adaptations please take note—you can give us a sense of the connections between various characters that are present in the Brick without taking up very much time at all.

You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick

Came back wrong? How about came back right, except that the world you came back to is wrong. Came back just like waking up from a long nap only to find that the people who love you broke themselves into shards and bloody bargains to get you back.

There are new stains that nobody will explain, hidden beneath the rug in the upstairs hallway. Your mother's left eye is clouded and strange. The cat no longer goes near your brother. There's a sharp-edged shadow now, under your lover's smile.

Everybody says you must be remembering wrong, but your sense of smell is just as good as ever. The closet that used to smell like cedar and cinnamon smells like sulfur, now, and nobody will tell you why.

Last night I dreamed that someone invented a new version of chess called Rookmeo and Juliet where two rooks are in love and trying to run away together. To achieve this they have to make it to the other side of the board, but these rooks don't have any visible signs to differenciate them from the rest, just a small mark in their base. Neither of the players knows what rook from the other side is in love with their rook, so they have to play a regular game of chess, fully aware that they might unknowingly kill the lover of their rook. If they kill it, the game keeps going, but their rook betrays them, switches sides and turns into a second queen for the other player. People wrote a ton of essays about the symbolism and metaphors of that version of chess and the creator didn't have the heart to tell them that he simply invented it because he thought Rookmeo was a great pun

Does Marge have friends? by  Raphael Bob-Waksberg — i’ve read this a couple years ago and it has always stayed with me…wanted to draw to it

Origami swan 🦢

Guys I struggled so much with drawing the water 🥲 I kid you not I think I redrew that part of the illustration like 4 times. I’m happy with the end result but painting water is definitely something I need to practice more 🙏

Nobody ever talk to me about the catholics going off with stained glass again because not one window of jesus has ANYTHING on the Nasir al-Mulk Mosque

Click through this link i’m losing my mind its gorgeous

Me: *looking at a porcelain hand in the home decor aisle of a store* if I lost my hands in some kind of tragic accident, I’d decorate my entire home with hand-shaped things. Then I’d invite guests over for like, dinner parties and such and sit there expectantly just basking in their discomfort.

My boyfriend: Do you hear what you say when you talk? Do you know what you just said to me?