You’re Not Ready For This Edit

everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown

I know some rad fuckers.

Tries to draw something -> doesn't work -> gets frustrated -> draws Maki ¿

Comparing Haymitch and Katniss' narrative styles is so funny to me because he's a yapper and she's a gatekeeper. He drops more lore on D12 in the first two chapters of SOTR than she does in the entire trilogy.

Haymitch is like "Yeah, so this person is related to this person who's related to this person and things are this way because of this and this thing actually came from here and this person is actually my best friend and also here's this extra tidbit of random info cause all my lore dropping comes with it's own additional bonus content and all my unnecessary commentary."

And Katniss is over here like "Tf do I care for if y'all know all the lore of District 12? I'm talking about my beautiful husband's beautiful eyelashes."

buff lesbian gojo

I Want You To Quiet Down by Patrica Grullon

2011, acrylic and ink on wood

This got taken down for violation, even though it’s a perfect example of what is supposedly allowed. So I’ll put it back up for the three minutes it’ll be allowed up. 😴

Artist Spotlight: Swangzehl

mai and maki casually being the most tragic siblings, how do you even come back from that? i died for you, the only thing left of me is a sword, a weapon, my death is unequivocal proof that i was holding you back, your pride landed us here, i will take your every weakness with me when i go but i will leave you the greatest burden you will ever carry, i love you

god blind me for all i have seen

forgive me my faults and accept my doubts

that i might look upon the corrupted

and choose the hope and plea of restoration

god blind me for all i have said

for words ill-formed and careless thought alike

that i might bring divinity from mundane

and share my love of doubt with all the world

god blind me for all i have borne

for watching as the world comes to its end

that i might seek the wisp of endless hope

and avert calamity with mine own hands

god blind me for all i have done

for taking half lived moments of a full life

that i might live free as my own being

and choose beyond the will of my creators