Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments Of Creative Work

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

You’ve talked in the past about patreon’s anti-horny policies, and how they impact creator’s income streams, and so I thought maybe this could be of interest to you/others in that situation. Someone is trying to put together a collective legal action against Mastercard. https://x.com/pom_poison/status/1768753517651546540?s=46&t=366EMtqp8Vh2MIY7oWvoKw Please also feel free to ignore me! But it seemed neat.

PS I love your book, thank you for the excellent words!

Thank you so much! And thank you for bringing this to my attention.

People always gather round and do some fuckass stuff for the medieval fair

I love it every time

i think there should be more of this thang :]

Thinking about the time I wrote my mom a paraphrased version of AM’s Hate monologue from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream where I made it so that it’d be about how much I love my mom to my mom.

New official art of Levi for his Birthday.

He’s so pretty, I’m going insane.

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.

oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day